War

 

I hesitate to post on the war because all of you know far more about it than I do and, to be fair, there's not much glory in being an armchair general even if the chair's solidly ensconced in your favorite club's Coffee Room, and the General's baton's a glass of vintage.

Disclaimer over, where are we at? Pretty deep financially, with moar cash flowing to the Ukraine in one year than we spent on the entirety of the Afghan adventure. Sorry, Ohio, there's other priorities in play and don't say 10% to the Big Guy.

Militarily? If you've read the news over the last year you might be surprised that AZOV hasn't retaken the Crimea and KRAKEN aren't at the gates of Moscow. Early reports of Russia's idiotically useless and corrupt attempt at military action were perhaps premature.

Hanna

That in mind, brother Rus appears to have shifted from a failed attempt at NATO style precision to what they seemingly do best, lobbing thousands of shells per day at the enemy. "The Russian guns," said Der Fuhrer from his bunker as the indefatigable Hanna Reitsch flew in to Berlin in the Reich's hour of need.

We, in the meanwhile, are running out of ammo to send our eastern proxies and, lo and behold, China, Russia and Iran grow closer by the day. Here's a warning shot via Will Schryver:

Surely Schryver's wrong. We are most clearly ruled by prescient philosopher God Kings. Or would that be satanic nihilists. Just a thought.

Your call,

LSP

These People Are Sick

 

This is the man Leftists are attempting to erase from history beacsue he was such a racist. Read on and thanks, RHT, for the recall:

Presiding over the devotions was the Rev. Dr. Charles Minnegerode, the church’s rector for almost a decade. He had been similarly engaged on that fateful April 2 when, just prior to Holy Communion, the church sextant hurried over to the pew of Confederate President Jefferson Davis and handed the chief executive a message telling of the collapse of the defenses around Petersburg and the necessity for evacuating Richmond that night.

Now, as Minnegerode again attempted to administer the sacrament, upheavals in temporal affairs elbowed their way once more into the spiritual domain. When the front ranks of the congregation rose from their seats, a well-dressed black man advanced to the altar and knelt before the railing to receive Communion. In that instant, centuries-old conventions of racial hierarchy and social propriety were being cast aside, and it literally paralyzed the attendees. There was absolute silence in the church for some moments, as the remainder of the communicants remained fixed in their seats. Minnegerode himself stood motionless, uncertain how to respond to this sudden, palpable demonstration of all that Confederate defeat signified.

Then, without a word, General Lee rose from his family pew midway down the length of the church on its eastern side. He strode down the aisle to the chancel rail and kneeled reverently alongside the stranger. The lesson was unmistakable and the effect magical. The living embodiment of the South had pronounced by his action an acceptance of racial coexistence, rejecting the differences between black and white in favor of a shared Christian identity. Lee’s fellow parishioners, who moments before would have recoiled at such a suggestion, followed their old commander’s example and began to do likewise.

Whoa. This is the man our new corporate sponsored Maoists are screaming about because he was such a POC hater? What? Watch, as hubris evolves into nemesis. Yes, these people are sick.

Your Friend,

LSP

Basta

Have you heard the news? Quondam presidential hopeful Michael Avenatti, popularly known as Creepy Porn Lawyer (CPL), has been found guilty on all counts of attempting to extort money from Nike. He awaits sentencing.

Race Cars! No coke obvs

Avenatti, signature sign-off Basta, who obviously isn't a coke addict, represented famous prostitute Stormy Daniels in a case against Trump, which ended badly with Stormy being ordered to pay 45's legal costs. But the once and not so future president started to sink under the sheer weight of hubris and totally fictional cocaine bills.

Prostitute. Clearly no coke

Before you could say "8 Ball," CPL was hauled before the court for fraud, extortion, skulduggery and malfeasance. Nike, it seems, didn't take kindly to the wannabe race car driver's cokehead's attempt at blackmail, and his former wife's not too keen either. 

No Coke Involved Whatsoever

But look, here at the Compound we don't sit and gloat. No, we hope that a coke free CPL has learned his lesson and will rise from the ashes to use his skills to help us all in the not inconsiderable task of making America great again.

A Man in Full without any coke whatsoever

I know, you're saying, "Is this a chapter in a Tom Wolfe novel,  like Bonfire of the Vanities or A Man in Full?!?" What can we say? Cinéma vérité.

Basta,

LSP

Laughing My #Ossoff

Have you noticed how libs are so very sure of themselves, how they're so smugly settled science on the right side of history and anyone who disagrees with them is really kind of stupid? 

Like, you ignorant farmer, don't you understand that paying higher taxes and getting rid of national borders is going to make you richer and our country stronger? I mean to say, how dumb can you get, flyover people. And no, you're not invited to our Chappaqua dinner party.

Loser

Leaving aside the insanity, there's an overweening pride in this spirit of condescension that matastasizes into hubris. We saw this in the last election; Hillary was so obviously, so without doubt going to win that even the thought of standing against her was laughable. Then she lost and lost hard.

Same again in Montana. Trump was so self-evidently wrong that the Democrats had to win, such a no-brainer, right? Except that it wasn't and the Democrats were body-slammed, despite a Guardian reporter whining about her glasses getting broken. But that was Montana, where all the fascist ranchers live, so maybe the race wasn't fair from the get-go. Next time, in Georgia, it'd be different.

Now We're Going To Win!

Georgia's 6th District was going to be a turning point, an oh so clear-cut referendum on the evil stupidity of the Trump Administration. Just to make sure voters went with the who-could-ever-doubt-it, right in every way Democrats, millionaire socialists poured $24 million into Ossoff's campaign, making it the most expensive congressional race in history. They had to win, Ossoff was going to be the Trump Slayer.

A Typical Rich Socialist 

Then he lost. Who knows, perhaps people don't like being condescended to by bi-coastal elite millionaire socialists. Perhaps they're ignorant enough to think that having a border makes sense if you're going to have a country and that paying less tax puts more money in your pocket. 

Who knows, maybe the people of Georgia are so invincibly, stupidly racist that they think transgender bathrooms aren't the burning civil rights issue of our time. It's all a great $24 million mystery.

In the meanwhile, I'm with "sewer rat barbie," Kellyanne Conway.

Laughing my #Ossoff.

LSP

Fall From Grace And Hit The Ground

Who knew that Hillary was seriously sick? Really sick, knees buckle, loses shoe sick. No fooling, maybe it's Parkinson's, or demonic possession, experts are undecided.

Her security detail wasn't short in acting to lift her spasmodically twitching body into the waiting SUV. They were probably used to it, train, train, train.

She emerged, later, from her daughter's $10 million apartment. Nothing quite like being a millionaire socialist, eh? And who knows, was there a secret medical team waiting in that million dollar facility?

For that matter, was the person who walked out of it Hillary, or some other thing?

Mind how you go,

LSP