Happy Juneteenth!

 

Happy Juneteenth, punters. How are you celebrating this great feast of freedom, a holiday second perhaps to Kwanza itself. With fried chicken, yum, fall-off-the-bone tender ribs, spit roast cat and all of that? I hope not, because it's Friday and we don't eat meat on Friday, being Christians.

Weird, isn't it, how Protestants mostly look down upon or ignore fasting when it's right there in the Bible, as in Christ Himself does it and commends it. Huh, I guess some parts of Sola Scriptura are more sola than others. Fasting and solas aside, here at the Compound we're enjoying this jolly old Juneteeth by looking out on our Old Adversary the Weather from the safety of the front porch. And what do we see?

Typical Texan Porch Scene

Glowering clouds, a chill breeze, rain, and the dull rumble of thunder. Yes, a storm's threatening to blow in from the West, and for a moment it looked like we were in for a tornado, the air was turning green. But the threat has passed, for now.

Time, then, to break out champagne and smoked salmon (does this somehow count as fasting? Ed.) as we dare our Ancient Enemy, the Weather, to do its worst on this joyous day of liberation. Speaking of which, d'ye not think it about time for the US to reposition a Carrier Group into the English Channel and liberate the UK?

Random Infographic

C'mon, it wouldn't be hard, it's not as though the Sceptered Isle has a Navy, Army or Air Force. Way easier than, say, the Straits of Hormuz, and we'd be welcomed as liberators. Maybe next year, on this sacrosanct day, Juneteenth.

Cheers,

LSP

Time To Go - A Short Sunday Homily

 

One narco-terrorist commie dictator down, how many more to go? It's quite a list, but a name stands out. He lives in a shiny fronted black house in central London. C'mon, WAR HEGSETH, here's the postal address:

                                          10 Downing Street

                                          London

                                          SW1A 2AA

                                          United Kingdom

                                          SW1A 2AA

For goodness sake, it's not as though the UK's commie tyrant is even protected by an air force, army or air defense. No, the Sceptered Isle spent all the money needed for its defense on importing votes, trans theater workshops, DEI, money money laundering via Venezuela, and Carbon Commissars (interesting. Ed.). Point being, if we can seamlessly take out Maduro, why not 2TK (Two-Tier kier).

🚨🇺🇸🇹🇷🇮🇷 A dozen US C-17A Globemaster III transports arrived at RAF Fairford, UK, unloading at least five MH-60 Black Hawks and one MH-47G Chinook from the 160th SOAR, plus several CV-22B Ospreys from the USAF's 7th Special Operations Squadron.

It is not clear if this buildup… pic.twitter.com/M2TOIjCDdn

— Terror Alarm (@Terror_Alarm) January 4, 2026

Has the revolution begun, is regime change imminent? Globemaster traffic suggests it is, or maybe we're just going to take all of rainbow commie tyrant Kier's gold and silver, which amounts to the same thing. So there is that. The good people of Great Britain wait with bated breath. Go on, 47, free them.

Prorsum Semper,

LSP

LIBERATE UK

what exactly does Elon and the people agreeing with him want the US to do?
Invade the UK and kill all the MPs?
I mean I wouldn't be adverse to your Air Force accidentally dropping a few bombs on parliament. pic.twitter.com/elvsmpKE8W

— Andrew Morrison🇬🇧 (@AndrewAgent1806) January 6, 2025

 

OK, invade Canada, as in a 14 day war in which Justine's emasculated rainbow legions fall and fall hard. But what about the UK? Good question.

The United, ahem, Kingdom suffers under the highest energy prices in the world, it's a place where you can gulag get locked up for thought crime and, lo and behold, its beloved rulers were and are importing Moslems in a furious bid to win, forever, at the ballot box.

Don't you be questioning our great replacement, white working class peons or off to Belmarsh you go. So what to do? Liberate the UK, obviously, but how. It's not as easy as rolling across our Northern border into Canada. What's the solution.

III Corps and a USMC Expeditionary task force embark on an Atlantic cruise with a couple of Carrier Groups, full steam ahead. In the meanwhile, SPACE FORCE takes out what's left of the UK's already risible armed potential. Who knows, maybe a Rod from God would take out No. 10 in that "taking out bad rubbish" kind of way.

We Behold The City of London

The aftermath? III Corps and USMC land to the cheers and flowers of liberated citizens, who are at last freed from the tyrannous yoke of Corrupt Corporate Socialism. A beautiful ending, do you not think?

See you on the Terrace.

LSP

Shout The Battle Cry Of Freedom

 

Maybe you're sick of being ruled by the unelected Eagle. You know, concentrated State power, maybe you don't like that so much. Neither did the South, which fought against the Northern mercenary hordes, only to lose.

Just For Kix

Flash forward to the Denton Country Club in the early '90s. "I think," boomed my dad, he was loud!, that "I'm gonna vote Democrat." You could've heard a pin drop, respect to the old terrorist, but my, how that worm's turned. 

Sharp guy, my dad, RIP,

LSP