May Day

 

It's May Day and this short infovid seems appropriate:

Remember, it's all a larf until you end up in a wicker man

And it's on fire.

Your Pal,

LSP

Spooky

 

Have you heard of the Anti Defamation League, the ADL? Sure you have, it was set up in 1913 to protect Jews from discrimination, prescient. So what a good thing it's still going strong and continuing to guide our great society in the ways of justice, tolerance and truth. That's why it's educating us, the serfs, to cut out Halloween racism and, appalled drum roll, "gender norms."

Sting

More precisely, “Halloween is a week away and you and your family might be brainstorming costume ideas,” the ADL tweeted on Sunday. “Check out our resource for reminders about how and why to avoid cultural appropriation, cultural stereotypes, and costumes that perpetuate gender norms.”

The Genius of Sting

Check out our resource? I think not, but Gender norms; Reflect for a moment on the sheer, oppressive evil of boys wearing boy costumes and girls likewise. Wow. What violent, Nazi, racism. As if your biology should have anything to do with your gender. Such utter, regressive bigotry.

The knife of Sting

Yes, it's appalling. So thank God Scotland's National Theater's dropped the word "spook." This, our northern thespians assure us is racist, a term used to describe pilots of color (POC). Outrageous, no more spooky, that's banned. Along with freedom of the press, association and movement, the press, religion and everything else our killjoy, corporate sponsored, neo-Marxists don't like. My take?

Just say no. And keep saying it all the way to the polls, which may or may not mean anything at this point. After that? One step beyond, my friends. 

Sharpen up the Kukri,

LSP

British Cryptids

Great Britain's no stranger to the weird and wonderful, to mysterious creatures which may or may not be real. Experts, brave enough to look beyond the dogma of current scientific orthodoxy call them "cryptids," creatures that aren't proved by science, until they are. Here at the Compound we're pleased to present a sample of these beasts from the Sceptered Isle.

The Mullally

The Mullally. Long thought to be a lingering remnant of pagan devotion to the corn goddess, the Mullally mythos starts in Devon and became popularized in the 17th century children's song, "Mullally, Mullally, we all fall down." Sightings of the large toothed cryptid are currently confined to London. 

The Southwark

The Mullally is not to be confused with the Southwark, popularly known as the Streatham Werewolf and famous for howling, "I'm the Southwark, it's what I do!" Recent sightings of this half-man, half- something else seem to indicate the Southwark has grown less aggressive in recent years.

Boy

Moving North, reports are coming in about a strange creature locals call "Boy."  Boy, apparently a holdover from an age where biological sex and dentistry was somehow blurred, stalks the winding, cobbled streets of Gloucester, a cathedral city labouring under an ancient curse.

So Faull

To the Northeast, local legend talks of the Faull, part man, part woman, who haunts the onetime Royalist port of Bristol. Witnesses report earsplitting shrieks, cutting the night, "Am I a man!?!"

The Nameless Thing

Then there's the Nameless Thing. A vampire?

Cheers,

LSP

Halloween Fright Night

 

It's Halloween, All Hallows Eve, the last night that demons and wicked spirits are allowed to roam the earth before being vanquished by the Saints. So we bring you horror.

A terrifying witch

Schooled in the Dark Arts.

Yes, it was her turn, but beware...

The horror of the thwarted Crone.

Try not to have nightmares and remember, Good wins.

Your Friend,

LSP