Are you inclined, dear readers, to surrender? As in, "Oh, I read the New York Times and Politico and NPR and now I have to be a globalist NWO puppet." Sure, go on, go right ahead, dumbass, obey your rulers.
Here at the Compound we take a different path, the path of freedom, truth and beauty. As in part of that involves firearms; a free man can defend himself, a slave cannot. Take note, serfs.
Can you, dear friends, call the Queen of Diamonds by the way she shines? Go on I challenge you, carry on and good luck. If, in the unlikely event that you'll win this challenge, you get a free weekend at REFORM, or, ahem, Farmers.
Your Best Pal,
LSP
Please, dear readers, ignore Bob Wier's shorts, but do psych up for a grand New Years celebration. That is all, for now.
Best,
LSP
What a band. Don't say Bob Weir's shorts.
Ever,
LSP
Go figure, it seems persyns from south of the border don't automatically vote rainbow left because of the color of their skin. Good heavens, how remarkable, think Pinochet. What a wake up call, do you think they'll hear it? I doubt it, these fools are locked down deep into their own bicoastal unreality and will go, in my opinion, double or quits.
Fair enough, roll those bones, see where they fall, but don't be surprised when everything you do produces the opposite of its intended result. It's like an axiom.
LSP
Do you remember the Nashville killer who shot up a school last year? Perhaps not, because the story was ignored by our fearless, objective, truth seeking, non-partisan Press. So strange, why would our fearless reporters ignore such a story? Surely not because the deranged killer was a suicidal girl to man troon.
Or, because the FBI told our brave friends in the "report the news" industry to shuddup about it. A psychotically depressed troon on psycho drugs killing kids didn't fit the narrative, apparently. Well, you can read all about it here, now that the killer's manifesto's been leaked.
We can't have that now, can we, true story of psycho troon going AR troon on a bunch of kids in a gun free zone, because, you know, the less we're armed the safer we are. Go on, ask a Red Indian. That aside, how much longer will we have to endure this utterly bizarre psychosis. Viz. That gender is unmoored from biology.
Serious question. Maybe it'll take a generation of self-wounded kids to turn on the devils who encouraged, boosted and profited off this insane chicanery. I hope they do. "Why, Pharma, Pritzkers, Dems, RINO uniparty accomplices, media and associated NWO stooge goons, did you make me mutilate my God-given body?"
You get the point and I won't bang on, but there most definitely will be a reckoning.
Count on it,
LSP
Now that you've recovered from the Dead's remarkable Morning Dew, here's this, from Russia's new Defense Minister Andrey Belousov, via RWA:
By preserving the traditional values of the West, which are originally the values of Western Christian European civilization, Russia can become a guardian of these values. This may seem like a paradoxical idea, but it is nonetheless true. Therefore, it is incorrect to say that the West is our enemy.
Interesting, and I'm sympathetic. Here he is again:
The ideology of a multipolar world is that a self, something independent, must be developed. This self is not the persona, or the mask that we wear. It is the self that should be manifested in all countries with confidence. For countries that do not have sovereignty, it cannot be manifested by definition.
We have no other choice for our country than to acquire or recreate this self. We have huge resources and a talented population, but the most important prerequisite is a strong culture. We have our own cultural code, which most countries and peoples lack. Dostoevsky, in his works such as The Writer's Diary, expressed this idea very well.
You may or may not agree with Andrey but can you imagine, say, Lloyd Austin or any one of our high ranking pols even mentioning Dostoevsky in a public statement, to say nothing of succinctly boosting Western Christian European civ? As you ponder this, reflect on our current Secretary of State rocking out in Kiev as Kharkov burns.
I rest my case,
LSP
I steal your face, no small thing, eh? So I asked a nun, once, "Weren't you at the Fillmore? You told me you were." She looked at me, all Habit and steely eyed aged, and said, "No, I was not." Wow, why did you just lie to me, old woman? Perhaps she thought she'd look in-a-gadda-da-vida bad. On the contrary, sister.
Oh well, I file this intriguing story under "anything else I care to think of." More guns, fishing, country life to follow. God's a given.
Morning Dew,
LSP
He was a good man and I felt privileged to deacon his requiem. He believed in the electric universe, to say nothing of Christ Himself, and here's a song:
Requiescat,
LSP
Did you watch the ranting, deranged Old Crook speak the other night? I won't comment, Tucker says it all, crazy talk. You'll note, in passing, the Democrats baying for war while Mike Johnson nods in agreement.
LSP
Sometimes a picture is worth a thousand words, don't you think? Regardless, here's a song.
I rest my case.
Cheers,
LSP
A dime for a cup of coffee? Good luck with the Bidenomics, fool. Then there's Ukraine, how many millionaires have become multimillionaires dealing on the we must stop evil Putin autocrat before he invades us all and bans trans bathrooms!
Pax et Bonum,
LSP
Maybe you had too much too fast?
If you live in, say, Wales, Scotland or anywhere else in the UK you might get a bit fed up with rain, "Oh, look, it's raining again, like it always does." True enough, but here in Texas it's a whole different story, we want rain. And sure enough we got some, for two days running. What bliss.
After Morning Prayer on the porch it seemed good to go for a stroll in the deluge, and deluge it was as thunder rolled, dark, low clouds blew in from the West and rain crashed down from the sky. And there I was, grinning under an umbrella on the way to the Pick 'n Steal as day turned to night.
The women at the PnS were caught up in the apocalyptic excitement of the thing too, fast-talking Mexican while they made up breakfast burritos on the sizzling griddle of the shop. It was like a party in there, all thanks to the rain, and I loved it.
I would have loved one of those burritos too, cheap and delicious, but settled for coffee in an RTIC 20 oz tumbler, which does the same thing as its Yeti equivalent for a fraction of the price, and headed back to the Compound. In the rain. Beautiful.
The skywater's stopped for now and humming birds hover about trumpet vine while swarms of iridescent green June Bugs fly low over the ground, and all is well. Our Weather Shamans tell us there'll be more rain tomorrow and this too is good.
LSP
What a band. Please disregard Bob Weir's shorts in other videos, a terrible indiscretion. Speaking of which, I knew a couple of nuns who used to dance at the Fillmore, before being nuns, obvs. One of them, all very Habit and no kidding, denied this, like Peter in the face of further questioning, we were on a Retreat.
"Hey now, sister, in a gadda da vida, eh?" pause, "No, I was never there." Eagle-eye glance, "But last night you said you had been, what changed?" Who knows, good question. Her Mother Superior was transparently holy, seriously, and if she went to Woodstock it didn't matter.
LSP
PS. Are you watching the bogus GOP Primaries? I'm not, I choose to stand against the GloboHomo NWO.
En lieu of anything remotely resembling serious posting, here's another old hippy, Ray Wylie Hubbard. Remember him? All very dance at the pyramids with the Dead.
Nice, but for goodness sake, Oak Cliff Ray, time for a shower and haircut, eh? Reeking hippies aside, maybe Ray tells it like it is. Your call.
Be careful out there Kids,
LSP
Here's the deal. Your old home office aka "kitchen" bluetooth speaker dies, so what to do? Mourn the passing of your faithful 40 buck Anker Soundcore Select solution, which has served you well over the last 5 years, and go out and buy a new speaker. But which one?
There's plenty to choose from and I went for JBL's Flip6 because I know these speakers work for the same price they came in at 4 or 5 years ago, $99. You can open the speaker's attractive box with an old Kershaw but that's up to you, here's the marketing:
The beat goes on with the JBL Flip 6 2-way speaker system, engineered to deliver loud, crystal clear, powerful sound. Its racetrack-shaped woofer delivers exceptional low frequencies and midrange, while a separate tweeter produces crisp, clear high-frequencies. Flip 6 also features optimized dual passive radiators for deep bass, fine-tuned with using Harman's advanced algorithm.
Does the beat go on with the JBL Flip 6 2-way speaker system, does the advanced algorithm perform? To find out, I tested the compact and absurdly easy to set up beast against Waylon's Ghost of Robert E. Lee, Bonnie Koloc's awesome Roll Me On The Water, the Dead's Stagger Lee, McCreesh's Venetian Coronation, Lully, and Yes' Würm. Test the lo, mid and hi sorta thing.
Verdict? Bear in mind this is a $99 portable speaker and that said it works just fine, with an emphasis on low freq bass while mid and hi come through pretty much as advertised, and it's certainly powerful enough to fill the Compound's kitchen. You can even take it on walkabout, to the living room, front porch, back deck and beyond; Bluetooth, no wires you see.
So, if you're looking for a value for money, bassy, tabletop wireless speaker solution JBL's Flip 6 might be for you. The thing works, and that's at a premium in these dark, broken and barbarous times.
Rock on,
LSP
