A Mercifully Short Sunday Sermon

“Lord, will those who are saved be few?” And he said to them, “Strive to enter by the narrow door; for many, I tell you, will seek to enter and will not be able." (Lk 13:22)

Strive to enter by the narrow gate. It grates against post-modernist Marcusian ears, against the culturally ascendant air we breathe  because "narrow gate" sounds dangerously like narrow-minded, and so bigoted, intolerant and hateful.

"After all," says our Ivy League uneducated friend, "I've got my truth, you've got yours. Coexist!"

What a broad path and it sounds alluring; so free and tolerant, so very narrative. But let's apply this logic to mathematics. Imagine a classroom full of young children, pronouns mixed. Their teacher asks, "You have two rainbows in the sky and you add another two rainbows, how many rainbows are there?"

An impetuous youngster raises zhir hand, "One!" A pensive girl, she/hers, utters "three," another adventurer exclaims four, another eight and an enthusiastic child offers up "eighty eight!" The teacher beams, "Children, all of you are right!" And each receives a delicious unicorn cupcake, don't say Lambeth Conference.

But look what's happened. In the name of freedom, these poor children have been denied the liberty of doing mathematics because they haven't been allowed to go through the narrow gate of correct addition. The logic of salvation's similar.

As with 2+2=4, there's one solution to paradise and that's Christ; He is the gate. Only He unites humanity to God, He alone is true God and true Man. He alone offers the perfect, sinless, atoning sacrifice to the Father for the forgivness of sins and He, and only He, rises victorious from the grave only to give His resurrected life to the faithful.

So to get to heaven, the end or τέλος of desire, we have to go through Christ, the door, the gate of the sheep, the way, the truth and the life. And we must strive to do so, to make the conscious, deliberate effort to conform our lives to His.

The Savior's grace, frightened and gentle readers, will supply the deficiency.

Here endeth the Lesson,

LSP

The Sheer State Of Socialism

Via Anon:

The Left is dead and like all dinosaurs the fact that it is dead takes a long time to reach the brain. History has turned. The paradigm has shifted. The old elite is hemorrhaging power and authority. The elite-led Parisian revolt of 1968 is now an ideological busted flush.

The Parisian revolt of 2020 is not led by the elite. It has not arisen from the Sorbonne, it has not been hyped by the media or the Universities and is a threat to the globalist left as much as it is a revolt against global capitalism. 

The West stands on the brink of a new Philosophical and Intellectual dawn, free from the twin ideological tyrannies of the Post-Modernism and Marxism.

The Democrats like the British Labour Party will be out of power for at least a decade, if not a lot longer. Unless they purge their parties of the extremists, racists and nutters they will remain unelectable. If they cannot be reformed then they are finished as mainstream political parties.

I'd say Anon has a point but feel free to discuss.

Your Comrade,

LSP

The Gender Construct

In the bad old days of biological fascism people were indoctrinated into thinking their gender was a given, something dictated by the body they were born with. "Two XX chromosomes?" said the gender Nazis, "You're a woman!" So intolerant, now we know biology and gender are two very different things. 

Yes, you may well be born with the body of a woman or a man, such are the sexes, but don't let this trample like some kind of jack-booted Brownshirt all over your identity. That's something for you to decide, because gender's fluid and flexible.

That's right, a construct, a complex matrix of societal, mental and emotional forces which play together to create you, the gendered self. Biology may say one thing, but who you are is entirely up to you. At last we've found liberation in the transhumanist phase of the liberal project, a true triumph of the will.

Leaving aside uncomfortable NSDAP irony, and with apologies to Leni, here at the Compound we have to ask. If gender's a construct, divorced from the tyranny of the body, why is it that transsexuals spend so much money getting their body changed. Seriously, if biology and gender are unrelated, why spend all that cash to mess with your body? 

Why? Because everyone knows in reality that gender's determined by flesh and blood. Per GaGa, you were born that way, and we get it despite all the agitprop. It's not difficult, in fact it's readily apparent to the senses. Look, there's a woman, there's a man and... then there's that, some kind of hybrid. You can see it.

So, the unfortunate woman that wants to be a man or the sad man that wants to be a woman invests heavily in chemicals and scalpel to make it appear so. And what an appearance it mostly is, blasphemous Frankenstein parodies of the two sexes.

But my question is this. Why are we allowing our children to be abused by this self-evidently dysfunctional, sorry, dysphoric, illness? OK, perhaps that's too mild, let's call it as it is, Satanic degeneracy. 

As you doubtless know, Arlington schools have gone full trans. Far-sighted readers will remember Hungary threw the Bolshevik demons off their backs in reaction to Dukacs' program of sex-ed in schools.

Peace and Love,

LSP

Backyard Crossfire

Perhaps you don't have the time or the budget to get out to the range as often as you'd like and blast away, but you still want to shoot. So what's the solution?

Get a CO2 pistol from Walmart, some BBs and set up a backyard range. Need some trigger time? Simple, walk out on the back deck and unleash BB fury on the opposition. In the Compound's case that's two small Canada Dry ginger ale cans and a cardboard box.

As the backyard range develops we'll make the targets more interesting, unicorns, Hillary heads, Cryin' Chuck, Soy Boy Schiff, Justsin Welby, whatever, the sky's the limit.

And look, I know you're supposed to train on the weapons you use but a blast's a blast and I'll vouch for Crossman's semi auto .177 XCP. It comes with a detachable steel magazine, fiber optic sights, a safety and a rail. And all for $29. 

Is it accurate? Extremely. Is it tactical? Very. Do women love them? I'd have thought that was obvious.

Shoot straight,

LSP

Cold Fusion

It's Twelfth Night and the end of the Christmastide so it's only natural to pause in your reveling and reflect on Cold Fusion (CF). You know, the elusive holy grail of nuclear fusion occurring at or around room temperature. How does this happen?

When hydrogen atoms are infused into various metals, such as nickel and palladium. In the resulting LENR (Low Energy Nuclear Reaction) more heat is produced than went into the reaction in the first place and it's relatively safe.

CF produces slow moving neurons which don't create ionizing radiation or radioactive waste and its ingredients are plentiful and inexpensive. Excellent, a clean, cheap source of abundant power; no wonder an experimental reactor, ITER, is being built in Europe. But there's a twofold catch. 

Limitless non-polluting energy means no climate changing gasses from burning fossil fuels and that's a disaster because it means no more carbon tax, no more excuse to tax the weather. Oh dear, there goes that income stream. Then there's the Moslems. 

With Cold Fusion safely underway, we wouldn't have to rely on the meteorite worshipers for oil. Bad day for Saudi Arabia and the Clinton Foundation! Happy day for all those who resent being enslaved by primitive savage Mohammedans.

Quite a conundrum. Cold Fusion's obviously racist and climate denying; it also takes more energy to produce than it creates, unless Rossi's E-Cat's to be believed. 

So in the meanwhile, here's what we recommend at the Compound. Drill, drill, drill ANWR.

Energy independence forever,

LSP

Shoot

Do your guns still work, for that matter, do you still know how to use them? There's one sure fire way to find out, go shooting and that's exactly what we did.

An AR15 performed flawlessly, putting rounds down range like a proper little heater, likewise a Glock 21. Well done, Austrians, you've produced a good 'un.

Speaking of pistols, I've noticed people have a tendency to shoot low with the Glock and some say that's because of the ergonomics of the grip. With that in mind I aimed slightly high and shot, ahem, slightly high. Excellent pistol and I always enjoy its explosive .45 ACP power.

We finished off with some .22 plinking against various threats including a bottle cap, someone's discarded Coors Lite can and our ancient enemy, unicorns.

It's argued that unicorns are harmless, mythical, noble creatures. We disagree, they're a right menace, just look what they've done to San Francisco and Austin. And the moral of the story?

Shooting is great, so get out in the fresh air and do it more often.

Gun rights,

LSP

A Beautiful Gift

A beautiful gift arrived at the Compound today and it came with a message, "Dear loneparson please stop hunting us unicorns. Here is a peace offering. Anonimous."

We work hard, here at Compound News, to bring you real news as opposed to the lying, faked up pablum offered by the corrupt, venal, sneaky, pugnacious, hypocritical mainstream media. So it's good to know our work is appreciated. And for sure, this handy hip flask will be put to good use. Thank you, Anon.

Of course many think that unicorns are fairy tale myths or noble, majestic animals but the reality is far different. They're a menace, which is why we hunt them. Sorry, Anon, that's not going to stop, gift notwithstanding.

In the same vein, some people believe the DS (Deep State) fairy tale that Russia hacked the US election to stop the most qualified candidate for the presidency ever, Hillary Clinton, from her rightful ascendancy. Well done Putin, sinister head of SPECTRE and CHAOS.

Instead of her, all we got was a Russian spy in the White House. And guess what, the bombshell moment of truth from the FBI, the smoking gun? General Flynn talked with Russians about making peace between our two powers and didn't report his conversations accurately.

Well sorry Flynn, unicorns don't like that, you either ride the rainbow or get crushed by the rainbow. And now you know why we hunt them, mercilessly.

In the meanwhile, smart people are asking, is the Rainbow Deep State attempting a quiet coup? Read this, from ZeroHedge, I'd say it's right in the X Ring.

Love and Peace,

LSP

RAIN

There was a big funeral here today and you know what they say, if  you put all the pick ups end to end in this town's parade, it'd circle the earth three times over. Like the True Cross, but not as effective against the Moslem horde, Hattin excepted.

Hattin

After the funeral, one of the Missions laid on lunch, fajitas and all of that. And I tell you, it was a good result. The Cadet helped out too, after a football practice, and that was good. After three helpings of fajitas he hit the rack. Children have no stamina.

Rain!

Then, after the team surfaced from a needed re-org, it began to rain. Like silver falling from the clouds and those of you who don't know Texas in August will have to take it on trust.

OK. Military Academy

Of course the weather experts said there'd be no rain but then again, the same fools said polar bears would be drowning inside the Beltway and Donald Trump wouldn't be President.

A Bin Full Of Unicorns

The weather, you see, is a settled science and pop star legend Madonna? Children's author or Devil Witch?

Yours,

LSP

Solstice!

Yes, you got that right, it's the Solstice, the longest day of the year, a day when hippies come out to play and sing. 

In England that means dusting off the antlers, putting on your unicorn mask and heading off to The Stones for mysticke revelry. 

Keep it Clean, Hippies

If you're a top-level hippy, you can even dress up like a druid wizard. All good, harmless fun, eh?

Face Painting

Sure it is, until you wake up from a crazed body painting session and discover someone's ripped off your giro, leaving you possessed by a Special Brew demon.

The Magic Of The Stones

Here at the Compound we're not marking the Solstice by travelling to Austin's famous fiberglass stone circle, much less its superior English forbear, heck, we didn't even make it to Burning Man. But we are saying this.

Hose Them Down

If you meet the hippy on the road, hose it down, AR15 optional.

Love and Peace,

LSP