You're Fired

"You are hereby terminated and removed from office, effective immediately. While I greatly appreciate you informing me, on three separate occasions, that I am not under investigation, I nevertheless concur with the judgement of the Department of Justice that you are not able to effectively lead the bureau."

Savor the moment.

LSP

Ride

"You're not much of an LSP," you mutter darkly, " You don't even ride anymore." Not so fast, readers, I finally got back in the saddle at a friend's compound and rode El Cid. We cantered and galloped about while the rest of the team worked out in a round pen.

Excellent result and I've resolved to ride more, good for mind, body and spirit. Unless you fall off and break, but that's a different story.

Ride on,

LSP

French Media Makes Pathetic NWO Attempt to Block News

Well, well, no sooner has NWO Illuminati Rothschild stooge, Macron, been hit with a 9 gig email hack than the lying, corrupt, smug, elite media in France has decided to impose a news blackout. You know, in case their candidate doesn't win. Go, Moloch.

Here at the Compound we're standing by the JAMs and for all you French readers, check out the links.

So much for tolerance and free speech, French satraps of the New World Order. But watch out, Moloch, your days are numbered.

Hail Kek.

LSP

Cinco de Mayo

It's Cinco de Mayo, when everyone celebrates the improbable victory of the Mexicans over a French army at Pueblo.

That means, in this bucolic rural haven, that Latino house pounds into the night sky as dogs bark psychotically and the odd crazed peacock screeches approval. You think I'm joking? No, I'm not. It's like a Mexican problem farm.

Bankster Obscenity

But I don't mind, Macron's been 9 gig hacked by /pol. Good work, guys. Pop open a Tecate and consider it a job well done. But maybe you think the Russians did it. What can we say?

Those pesky kremlins get everywhere.

Cheers,

LSP

Llandaff UFO Sighting

Welsh skywatchers are baffled after sightings of what appears to be a UFO, hovering over Llandaff's ancient cathedral.

"It was a very clear night and the lights were directly above me," stated one witness, "They were not moving at all. I counted five in a curve like a mothership, above the cathedral, plus two which were not part of the curve. There was a similar sighting in Bristol."

Others, such as Residentiary Canon, Gareth Hunt, aren't convinced.

"The lights aren't a UFO, they're Chinese diversity lanterns which were released into the night sky as a special welcome to Llandaff's new bishop, June Osborne," said Canon Hunt, "She's an incredibly talented senior clergyperson and we're thrilled that 'Mother' June will be our next bishop."

Canon Hunt's Chinese lantern theory was angrily dismissed by one Cardiff resident, Gwyn Etherington.

"Look, I am totally sick to death of people saying these are Chineese [sic] lanterns, some maybe, but not all. I personally believe in this UFO because I have seen it myself, with my girlfriend and even with my own dad. No way was it a Chinese lantern or some bishop figure!"

UFO, Chinese diversity lanterns, or fantastically qualified senior female clergyperson? You, the reader, be the judge.

Your Old Pal,

LSP

Lift High The Cross

The ISIS caliphate is gradually being driven back from Christian towns in Iraq, such as  Qaraqosh, near Mosul, where a large Cross was erected to celebrate the town's liberation.

The Cross, sponsored by a French charity, SOS Chretiens Orient, was blessed today in the presence of militia from the Christian Nineveh Protection Units (NPU) and the town's Christian population hope to return and rebuild their churches.

In the meanwhile, ask yourself why the governments of what used to be known as the free world were silent in the face of the head-chopping savages of the ISIS Caliphate's attempted Christian genocide in Iraq.

Ask yourselves, too, why our lying, hypocritical, smug, elite media were silent when Mohammedan fanatics murdered, tortured, raped and enslaved tens of thousands of Middle Eastern Christians. To be fair, The Atlantic covered Qaraqosh's liberation in April. Still, the silence of the secularists was and is deafening. 

Imagine, if you can, the roar of outrage from the governments and media of the West if Christians had been the perpetrators of these atrocities. But no, the murderers were Muslims and that religion, the beneficent religion of peace, gets a pass every time.

Pray that the NPU and others like them roll back the killers of the Caliphate and lift the Cross high in Iraq's ancient Christian communities.

God bless,

LSP

Fyre, Teach You To Burn

Rich party goers were badly burned at Ja Rules' and Billy McFarland's exclusive VIP festival, Fyre, in the Bahamas.

Swine 

Rich ravers, who paid $10,000 a ticket for admittance to the exclusive island party, were greeted with wild dogs, refugee tents and soggy cheese sandwiches, instead of the luxury hedonism they'd been promised.

12K

Disaster. And now they're suing Ja Rules and Billy in a class action lawsuit to recoup some of their lost pocket change. Fyre? We'll teach you to burn, is their motto.

Fyre Fare

Will rich party people turn loss into profit in this unedifying spectacle of elitocracy run disappointed in the Bahamian sands?

Here at the Compound, we're working the slides of our Glocks and asking, is 3 am eternal? 

Stand by the JAMs,

LSP

May Day

It's May Day, and the millionaire socialist bi-coastal elites are busy plotting how to spend other people's money. 

Millionaire Yale Socialists

Notice it's never their own and I won't say a word about the recent budget's failure to account for a Wall.

C'mon, Yale Snowflakes, the Wall's Not Gonna Build Itself!

Speaking of which, here at the Compound we're stockpiling food, water, ammo and hi-grade sterling. Who knows when all of these things will prove useful. Semper paratus is our motto.

Yet Another Yale Infographic

In other news, Yale snowflakes have staged a hunger strike, prompting their colleagues in the hallowed halls of academe to hold a BBQ.

I guess that'd be justified and ancient.

Mu,

LSP

The Genius of Scripture

Inspired by a Sunday Sermonette, I feel compelled to share this passage of Scripture, it's from the Book of Kings:

And he went up from thence unto Bethel: and as he was going up by the way, there came forth little children out of the city, and mocked him, and said unto him, Go up, thou bald head; go up, thou bald head. And he turned back, and looked on them, and cursed them in the name of the LORD. And there came forth two she bears out of the wood, and tear forty and two children of them. (2 Kings 23-24)

Make of that what you will.

God bless,

LSP

The Road To Emmaus

If you haven't been too busy reading the excellent Malochio of Bodie, you may have noticed that today's Gospel was the Road to Emmaus. Here we find the risen Christ progressively revealing Himself to Cleopas and his companion as they walk away from the heavenly city, Jerusalem. 

He does so through Word and Sacrament. But note this, the turning point in the Gospel and the disciples' journey of recognition occurs when they near their destination and constrain Jesus to stay with them and eat. Then, in the confection of the Eucharist, the scales fall from the the disciples' eyes and they see Christ for who He is; the Word who has expounded the word becomes Flesh.

So with us. If we're to recognize the risen Lord we have to open our hearts to Him in faith and then the guest becomes the host, serving us the word of of truth and salvation and the bread of everlasting life.

To be fair, I didn't do this remarkably powerful Gospel justice but the people seemed to like the message.

"Good sermon, padre," said one cowboy as we sat in his ranch office after Mass. "Thanks, chief, I appreciate it," I replied, looking at an old saddle that was stood up next to a holstered 30-30. "That's a relay saddle," explained my friend, whose father had ridden the rails from Montana to Texas in the '30s to cowboy. Then, as we left the HQ, he pointed out another saddle with hooded stirrups, or Tapederos. 

I picked up handful of scarred leather, "The guy I ride with out of Aquilla uses these."

"Makes sense when you're moving through mesquite and brush."

"Right, like chaps," I observed, thoughtfully, "Not to be confused with the kind of chaps you might find in, say, Oak Lawn, Dallas."

My colleague, who's forgotten more horsemanship than I'll ever know, snorted, "Ain't that the truth," and we climbed into the Gator and got back on the road.

I file this edifying tale under God, Guns, Church and Country Life in Texas. And you know what, there's nothing wrong with that, at all.

Ride on,

LSP

Miserable Offenders

It sounds simple and it should be simple. As the heat climbs ever higher, turn on the AC and enjoy the cooling blast of chilled air. 

That's the myth. The reality is you turn on the air and all you get is a groan and a hiss as the temperature in the house approaches ovenlike intensity. 

Broken Rubbish

What do you do when that happens? Get out the fans, open the large screened windows and start to melt while you call the HVAC tech. But hey, whoever said the War on Weather'd be easy?

El Nino Will Build The Wall

Speaking of which, Senator Ted Cruz has sensibly suggested that we use El Nino's confiscated millions to build the much-needed border wall. Good call.

Your Old Pal,

LSP

Tooth Puller

A typical dentist street scene

Some people write books and edit and publish them, others ride, shoot and fish. Others again spend all their time at the dentist.

His teeth are fine

I fall into the latter category as the ongoing saga of new teeth continues. Like life itself it's a process, and hopefully an upwards movement towards perfection. But my advice to you is this.

Keep your teeth, if you can.

LSP