I Say Again

 

And big thanks to LL, who helped make this not unimportant evolution possible. No small thing. There is hope, my friends, in our youth.

Your Tan Suited Friend,

LSP

Never Trust A Hippy

 

I rest my case, m'Lud,

LSP

Hippies Build Wall Trash Land

 

Hippies love open borders because peace and love not raysism, which is why they built this mega fortress wall at this year's Glastonbury freak fayre. Have a look, it's got a watchtower and everything:

President Trump would be proud! Hippies also love the environment, they're very green, which is why they leave the land like this:

Message to market? What a gang of malfeasants, but maybe the wall and watchtower are a good thing. Contain them. In fact, why not build a wall around Austin, just a thought.

Tickets for this year's Glastonbury Festival came in at a whopping £340 and you may have missed out on the UK's June hippie throw down, but not to worry. Burning Man's coming up, September 4, and tickets are only $667.

Never trust a hippy,

LSP

Never Trust A Hippy

Some call hippies sly, duplicitous, and untrustworthy.

I rest my case.

Cheers,

LSP

Rebel Sunday

It's Sunday and that means church, obviously, and a heartwarming blast of the Grateful Dead. Here at the Compound we like Stagger Lee. But that's just us, maybe you like Loser instead. There's no rule.

Also, some readers have been calling for a kind of rebel action in the art world, to overthrow the occult antics of Abramovic and associated degenerate orthodoxy. Here's a solution, old but gold, note chainsaw sculpture.

Good work boys!

LSP

Tree Hippies

Because this is a sustainable, green issue, eco-blog we're delighted to present Tree Hippies.

Here at the Compound we hope you find it as powerful as we do and, to quote one expert, "Ladies, if your boyfriend can't run a chain saw, you have a girlfriend."

We are stardust,

LSP

Hippies Are Traitors And Thieves

A famous clergyman once said, "When I was in seminary, there were a lot of people there who were simply evading the draft, so they didn't have to fight in the Vietnam war." I replied, "Traitors." And that's the way it is with hippies.

You see them hanging out in a park, maybe strumming a  guitar or eating some yummy fried tofu, and you think, "Hunh, look at that freakish looking deadbeat." Unpleasant, but so what, harmless. I mean to say, what's the worst they can do, hassle you to buy some beads? Yeah. Think again.

The same crew of goof-off clowns that wouldn't fight the commies who ruthlessly killed millions of people, eclipsing the abhorrent Nazis, are now living high on the hog of local and state government. They were traitors to western civilization then, back in the daze, and they're traitors still.

And oh, lest we forget. Remember that hippy who ripped off your stuff? Well, they're still at it, only this time they've ripped off entire states, like California, or Austin. And a couple of them want to steal the entire country.

Don't be fooled when they come at you panhandling, putting out sob stories about how unfortunate they are. All they're after is your cash and they'll take it by force if you let them, all in the name of their compassionate trans workers utopia.

The Choom Gang

Still, with all of the above in mind, and it's a lot, I still hope Bernie Sanders beats the sachs out of Hillary.

Never trust a hippy,

LSP

Horse!

For a horseman you sure don't seem to go riding very much, I thought grimly to myself, as I watched the sun rise over the Compound and the dawn chorus of crazed peacocks, roosters, bleating goats and growling pit bulls.

To set that right I headed off to J&P's ranch, not far from Slap Out. Slap Out's called "Slap Out" because the store there was always "slap out" of stuff to buy. I'd say that was still pretty much true, but J&P weren't out of horses.

Hobo

They had a barn full of Foundation Quarter Horses, including a mare sired by Dash For Cash, though I forget the various bloodlines, and a gelding, Lone Star Hobo. Good looking animals and I was hoping to ride Hobo, but his feet had been trimmed and couldn't be ridden.

One Clanking Spear And A Shotgun

I'll go back in a couple of weeks to try out Hobo and here's the thing. J feels he has to give his horses away, but they're a part of his life; that means he has to keep some. Solution? I get to ride the "some" left over, including Hobo.

Walk, trot, canter, gallop, RUN!

LSP