Aftermath

Here at the Compound we're drinking strong coffee, dusting off the Steuben and cleaning guns while, ahem, loyal staff polish the Mess silver.

A lot of this fast-paced, hi-stress action takes place on the porch, where Blue Eschaton has set up in vigilant defense.

Crazed

In related news, it seems that Hillary wasn't able to address her party faithful on election night because she'd fallen into a psychotic, drunken rage, clawing at long-suffering staffers while hurling inanimate objects at Mook and the well known Satanist, John Podesta.

A Typical Texan Tailgate

Hell hath no fury, eh? America, looks like you dodged a bullet.

God bless Texas,

LSP

Go On, Shoot Some Guns

To celebrate America's new dawn we loaded up the pickup with guns and headed out to the country. A few minutes later we were on a friend's farm, lining up against a burn pile with a .38 Special, a Glock 21 and an AR15.

Do you remember Hillary? She wanted to ban these guns but failed and fell into a pyschotic drunken rage, tearing at Mook and Podesta as the vote came down past midnight. Boom,  Witch, you lose. A doctor had to administer sedatives, just to calm her down.

The guns performed flawlessly in the searing heat of an autmnal Texan Fall. Take that, 5th Columnist water bottle, take that big time. Same applies to you, Jerrycan, and you too derelict license plate. 

Driving through this town's dystopic outlet mall after the shoot  you couldn't help but notice the legend, Guilt Free Shopping. Maybe that's because all the shops are shut, as in, gone bust. In Trump's America that's going to change, we hope.

After that it was fried pie and what can I say? Life is good.

Gun rights,

LSP

Trumpocalypse Eurotantrum

While Americans are busy chowing down on Unicorn steaks, burgers and the odd "Unicorn on Rye, hold the mayo," the European millionaire socialist elitocracy seems to be throwing a bit of a tantrum. Some accuse the rich and powerful comsymp socialists of "infantilism." Here's ZeroHedge:

There is indeed an unmistakable infantility about the reactions of European political elites to the election of the new US president, which are reminiscent of a young child lashing out after being denied candy. More significantly, the reactions reveal an overbearing disrespect for the American people's free and democratic choice of a leader. Most important, however, is that the arrogant claim to the moral high ground by European elites has no basis in reality. It simply is not true that, as Merkel claimed, freedom and democracy, rule of law and respect for people's race, religion and gender are at the foreground of European policies.

A Typical Brussels Street Scene

You can read the whole thing here and, in the meanwhile, enjoy the delicious aroma of roasting unicorn!

Steak's up,

LSP

YUM YUM

Everyone's got their eyes on the delicious Unicorn Steaks they're serving over at Trump Tower, but thanks to the Grunt of Montecristo, we now know that an affordable variant will be hitting the stores shortly.

Here at the Compound we're sharpening knives, laying the table and getting ready for the feast.

Yum, yum,

LSP

Hunter Kills Rainbow Unicorn Social Media Erupts

Social media has erupted with death threats after a hunter posted pictures of himself on Facebook with "Libbo," a rainbow unicorn which he shot inside the popular Washington DC game preserve, Hubristika.

Libbo, who was widely regarded as the world's favorite unicorn, was shot last week  on a guided hunt in Hubristika, causing Twitter users to react with outrage and repeated calls for the real estate mogul turned hunter to be "killed" and "murdered."

In Portland, Oregon, anguished unicorn lovers took to the streets in protest against the slaying, rioting and looting.

However, as one pundit commented, "Bwaah, bwaah, bwaah, bwaah, bwaah, bwaah, bwaah. Nobody cares."

The hunter remains unrepentant and was reportedly offering UK politician and BREXIT architect, Nigel Farage, unicorn steaks in his iconic Golden Tower. "Sometimes you have to cull the herd," he stated, "It's conservation."

Steaks on the grill,

LSP

Vicarious Duck Hunting

"I'm off to the lease early," said my philisophical pal, GWB, "So I can shoot some ducks and get back to the metrosprawl for Mass." And that's what he did, see above.

I wanted to join in, too, but couldn't because of a funeral and a wedding, to say nothing of a burned hand. Speaking of which, my old friend, VCC (Veteran Crew Chief), who once turned out a roving band of motorcycle hippies from his stock tank, asked me how the hand was doing.

EMU

"How's that hand, LSP?"

"Better, but here's my advice."

"What's that?"

"Don't pour boiling oil on your fingers. If you do, they're good for nothing."

"Hey, you can always eat them."

A Typical Motorcycle Hippy

VCC tells me he enjoyed Laos, Cambodia and helicopters but didn't much like the military, or motorcycle hippies chancing it out of Austin. Regardless, for me, the hunting's vicarious. That will change.

Get out in the field.

LSP

Veterans Day 2016

my contempt knows no bounds.

On this Veteran's Day, when we should all be honoring those who fought so we could live in a country that is free, the paid anarchist Hillary Clinton supporters are smashing car windows, ravaging businesses, and making life miserable for people who are just trying to get on with their lives - all in the name of fairness, inclusiveness, and tolerance.

Show some respect, Losers, to the people who served their country. On a happier theme...

Have a great Veterans Day.

God bless,

LSP

PASTED

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Losers.

LSP

The Light Shines Brightly

And why's that, LSP? Because the evil Witch Crone Harridan, (WCH) Hillary, has been squashed like a roach. So we're celebrating at the Compound with crystal, fine wines, weighty silver, and guns.

Cupcake Crybaby

Make that deadly assault rifles, like the Old Crone was going to ban, but can't because she's been pasted by Trump. Some crybaby cupcakes aren't too happy about that. Too bad, losers, a new Sheriff's in Town. 

You Lose This Round, Satan

The light shines brightly.

Your Friend,

LSP

The Witch Is Dead

NYSE floor traders began chanting "lock her up!," as Clinton appeared on television screens around 11:35 am, when she urged her millions of disappointed supporters to accept her stunning defeat. "Ding-dong, the witch is dead," shouted another floor trader.

Sometimes it's better in song.

LSP

SMACKDOWN

Hillary Clinton was routed by Trump in an epic landslide victory last night, losing to the popular real-estate mogul by over 50 votes in the electoral college.

There were moments of knife-edge uncertainty as the rival candidates appeared to go neck and neck, the one representing the nation's corrupt insider pay-to-play elitocracy and the other fighting the establishment in defense of the people. 

A Typical Golden Tower

Who would win? Here at the Compound we weren't sure and odds were on the Inside-the-Beltway favorite and media darling, Killary. Sure enough, the side bets were going fast and furious on both sides of the Atlantic with the race seeming too close to call.

"Mook"

Then BOOM. State after state went red and the Democrats were wiped off the map; sorry, pollsters and associated NWO stooges, you got a smackdown.

Knees Buckle Loses Shoe

What will Hillary do now, as she stares down the continuing barrel of an FBI investigation into her malfeasant antics. Go into hiding? In Qatar? And what about the chipper little "Mook"? Perhaps he can find a job running a "bar" in San Francisco. 

Where's all the emails, Huma?

Then there's Podesta, the Crowleyite. Go on, set up a magicke shoppe in Chelsea, with your Priestess, Marina and the exotic Djinn, Huma. See where that gets you.

Satan

As one noted member of the Intelligence Community put it, "The Demon abandoned its host like a Remora dropping off a Shark."

Too bad, millionaire socialist cabalists, there's a new Boss in town, and he's got a Golden Tower.

The Monkey King

This was all foretold by the Monkey King.

Libs, take note.

LSP

Election Night

That is all.

LSP