Showing posts with label rubbish. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rubbish. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 5, 2023

Why Are They Laughing At Us?

 




A US Cyber Command Major was suicidal and depressed until he became "Rachel." Now "she is living her truth and is no longer battling depression or suicidal thoughts," says army.mil. The DOD gushed on Twitter, "Her journey from battling depression & suicidal thoughts to embracing authenticity inspires us all."

Oh yes, so inspiring and what authenticity. Leaving aside the US Army's cadre of suicidally depressed, overweight Majors, what's authentic about this? How is "Rachel" a warrior or even a soldier? It's obviously too fat to fight, get off my square, you're tilting it.




And a woman, an authentic, chromosonal, womb and ovaries woman, as in "science." Well no, not that, but drugs and scalpel can produce a blasphemous parody of the same. So how is "Rachel" a woman any more than a soldier? Because she says so and the Army pathetically agrees with this overweight, bulging-out-the-camo rainbow officer.

Authentic? Clearly truth has no meaning here. It's all, to put it politely, a matter of opinion and this, gentle readers, slides swiftly and with gay rainbow abandon into tyranny; truth, says Caesar, is what I make it. Which in this case is a vastly overweight Major attempting to fit into his already loosely fitting uniform whilst pretending he's a soldier and a fat woman.




No wonder the world's laughing at us, GloboHomo, and why would it be that the US Army is suffering a recruiting and retention crisis. Magnum mysterium, but don't worry, all you serfs, they'll draft you, male, female and in between to fight for the love rainbow of authenticity. 

What a hideous, bloody, authentically killer thing that'll be. You see, they're all about death - we build, they destroy. That in mind, the Unicorn's a vicious beast and its disguise, transparent as it is, is growing yet more thin.

There'll come a point at which the mask is off and we'll stand up and be counted. Mark my words. In the meanwhile, the world laughs.

Money on the Monkey and Devil take the hindmost, what?

Ave,

LSP

Wednesday, November 9, 2022

CHANT DE L'INFANTERIE

 



Stirring, what? Even though it is French.

Slow March,

LSP

Red Wave? Red Drizzle

 



Wow, remember the Red Wave? You know, the GOP tsunami that was going to sweep the commies outta the House and into the rainbow glitter gutter? Sure you do and words fail at the actual result; a miserable, pathetic, vapid red drizzle. So what went wrong?

I'll leave you, the experts, to answer that one but I will say this. The Mid Term Fiasco (MTF) will embolden the Unicorn and its handlers, so expect, in no particular order, moar Drag Queen Story Hour, moar War, moar partial birth abortion, moar asset-stripping, moar inflation and moar debt. That'll end real well, but at least bathrooms won't be binary.




And guess what. If you, the serf, dares to object to the multi-hued Elysian Field expect a friendly knock on the door at 4 am. Because, obviously, speaking out against our beloved Uniparty rulers isn't free speech, it's hate speech, and deserves to be punished in the name of our great democracy.

Sorry, constitutional republic. Speaking of which, I asked a pol phil prof at Baylor, "Have we become a banana republic?" He replied, sharp as a tack, "Oh no, we're hardly a republic, more a banana, surely." Quite.




Smart people are cleaning weapons, loading mags and throwing last year's furniture on the fire.

Invictus,

LSP

Saturday, December 21, 2019

WINTER SOLSTICE!



Yes readers, it's that time of year again, the WINTER SOLSTICE. You heard that right, time to get down to the Stones and party down. Or not, but hey, your call.




Maybe you don't want to get down and dirty with a crew of thieving hippies in the English countryside, maybe you don't want to worship the Moon Goddess with a cocktail of cheap red wine, fake hallucinogens and Special Brew. Then again, maybe you do.




Here at the Compound we don't judge, knock yourselves out, just don't be surprised when you wake up in a ditch and your wallet's been ripped off by an unwashed emissary of Giaia.


LSP

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Scorn Megyn Kelly



Megynne Kelly, who's angling for a $20 million contract and hedged her bets on a Trump lose, has published a memoir, Settle For More. Go figure.

Megynne's cash getting drivel has been slated by reviewers on Amazon. Here's a sample.








In a fit of free speech, Amazon removed many of the reviews. Megynne, who was once popular and attractive, has become ugly and is now scorned by ordinary Americans everywhere.




Who knows, perhaps the multi-millionaire celebrity journalist will find a slot with Jeff "I'm Not Corrupt" Zucker's despised CNN.

And maybe Hillary won the election.

Megyn, we scorn you.

LSP

Tuesday, August 2, 2016

Pope Francis Eyes Womyn



Pope Francis is putting a committee together to look into ordaining womyn clergy.





It's a bit like Moslem immigration, when you think about it. What could possibly go wrong?




Your Old Mate,

LSP