All Hail Texas!

Here at the Compound we set great store by great art; it's one of the factors that distinguishes us from the beasts, one of the hallmarks of civilization itself.

The above installation is simply entitled All Hail Texas! Parse it as you will but we think it speaks for itself.

Arduus ad Solem,

LSP

Crime And Punishment

In Canada, they tell me, it's illegal. You can't make criminals who've offended against society repay their debt and make amends by working for the community they've offended against.

That, for Canadians, is apparently cruel and wicked. But not in Texas.

Here they get to go in a chain gang in the back of the Brookshire's supermarket. 

They also have to wear striped trousers so that everyone knows they're a criminal, as they work in the brisk Texan 100* heat.

Shades of George Clooney, perhaps? Now, ask yourself, what kind of punishment would fit such a crime?

Lake Como forever.

LSP

Melania Mondays!

Some people don't like Mondays, like the miserable, aging superstar pop legend, Bob Geldof, they want to shoot the whole day down. 

Here at the Compound we want to change that, which is why we're bringing you yet another uplifting episode in the popular series, Melania Mondays! And what a week it's been in the life of America's glamorous First Lady.

Yet again, Melania turned heads and dazzled abroad, this time on a trip to Europe and the G20 Summit. Not only that, the former Yugoslavian model struck a blow for detente in meetings with Vladimir Putin, obviously impressing the Russian strongman.

Ever maternal, the First Lady even took time time be with children, congratulating one youngster on their clever creation of a 3d printed high heeled shoe.

Unsurprisingly, Melania is soaring in the polls and who can blame the punters? Consider the alternative. Remember this?

Beautiful, wasn't it. Things have changed now, fortunately.

Thank you, Melania, for doing your part to make America great again.

MAGA.

LSP

Church of England Possessed by Rainbow Trans Demon?

Is the venerable but shrinking Church of England possessed by a rainbow trans demon? Evidence suggests that it is.

The declining denomination's decision makers, meeting in York, have voted four to one in favor of the small but influential Church adopting special trans naming ceremonies. 

These are worship rituals which celebrate and bless the new identity of a transsexual, including their name. For example, when Stephanie becomes Steve, she gets a blessing and so does Steve, when he fluidly transitions to Stephani. 

While the small and getting smaller Church of England encourages people to have sex changes by blessing the transition, it draws short at calling the new rituals Baptism. 

According to the BBC, “Such a service would not be a second baptism, however, as the Church’s teaching is that humans are made in the image of God – transcending gender – and baptism takes place only once.”

While equality advocates deplore the tiny denomination's refusal to fully acknowledge the new identity of transpersons by Baptism, they're encouraged by the Church's ban on "conversion therapy." The York Synod has even asked the UK's government to take steps to forbid the practice:

The Church of England has called on the government to ban conversion therapy and has condemned the practice, which aims to change sexual orientation, as unethical and potentially harmful.

Because the ancient but badly attended Church of England is possessed by a rainbow trans demon, persons of the gender fluid hive collective don't need conversion therapy when they get their sex change.

Over the rainbow,

LSP

Ride On

It was a pretty normal Saturday morning in this bucolic rural haven; strong coffee on the front porch and Morning Prayer, straight from the '28 BCP and thank you very much. But no sooner had I finished the Office than I heard the clatter of shod hooves and there was a column of horsemen moving briskly down the road, just a block off my position.

Some of the riders peeled off from the main body of horse and passed by the Compound. Why, what was it all about? I have no idea but the concept's good, get on your horse and canter about the town, which is something I've been wanting to do for a while. After all, this is Texas.

In other news, Melania's been turning heads in Europe, more of that on Monday, another "man" is giving birth to a child and there's been some sort of awfulness in a Vatican apartment and at St. Paul's, Knightsbridge.

Ride on,

LSP

Get On The Striper

I'll be honest, I've never been on a guided Striper expedition until today and I was wondering, at 0-Dark-Thirty, if it was worth the predawn call to rods. I needn't have worried.

I was immediately impressed by our guide, Pat, and his workmanlike boat, which had that air of I know what we're doing, you're going to catch fish, gentlemen, and sure enough we did.

After motoring out a short way into the gargantuan inland sea that is Lake Whitney, we anchored off an underwater point which showed an abundance of bait fish on the Hummingbird. Then he patiently explained the tactics. 

"Drop the line to the bottom and come up three cranks," he had the depth spot on, "Then put the rod in the holder and wait. When you get a hit, wait and wait again, patience, let that Striper take it down. Then he's yours, reel him in. Here, I'll bait your hook."

One live Shad three cranks up and I didn't have long to wait before the rod was bending double off the boat. Pick it up and wrestle with the mighty Striper, surging and fighting like the predator it is. But  14LB test and a sharp Kahle #3 proved too much for the Leviathan and up he came into the boat and a waiting cooler.

This went on, again and again, until we'd all limited out, after about an hour. Brisk action, I tell you, and it got to the point where Bass were hitting the bait on the way down, steam-training into the Shad with prehistoric aggression. 

It was like Jaws, especially when the monsters dived under the boat. Would it capsize and the hunters become the hunted? That didn't happen, fortunately, and all too soon it was time to head back to the marina where Pat cleaned the fish and I have to say, you couldn't wish for a better guide.

Needless to say, there's no shortage of fish in the fridge.

Tight lines,

LSP

Get On Parade!

This small farming community starts of Independence Day celebrations with a parade. 

The town turns out early to watch floats, horse buggies, ATVs, golf carts, tractors, game wardens, police, fire department and more. And lucky children get to pick up candy and popsicles thrown from the passing vehicles. Everyone's happy.

That's because everyone loves a parade and, in a perfect LSP world, the local militia would have marched along to the sound of drums, pipes and brass. Or, come to think of it, a squadron of cavalry would've been even better. As it was, there were a couple of riders on well turned out horses. 

A great result and small expression of something very American and good. Not that Blue Defender understood what was going on; I had to lock him inside the Compound where he growled at the passing "threats." Well done, fur-head.

Then the parade had passed and people went off to their homes to grill out and enjoy their freedom from the tyranny of England. And that's what I'll be doing, firing up the Weber and getting down to the serious business of hamburgers with the young 'un.

Have a great 4th!

LSP

Gone To The Dogs

You may not have heard that Prince Rupert of the Rhine's battle dog, Boy, was believed to be a witch's familiar. Boy was shot with a silver bullet by superstitious puritan fanatics at the unfortunate battle of Marston Moor.

My dog, Blue Royalist, isn't a witch's familiar but has run the risk of being shot for stealing fried pies, steak, cheese, butter(!) and the occasional chicken. Not very SKCM but we'll let it pass, for now.

Blue isn't going fishing this afternoon, he is staying at the Compound to guard the position against intruders, malfeasants and the various flotsam and jetsam of post-Obama America.

Tight lines,

LSP

CNN Gets Epic Trump Smackdown

It's not every day that you get back from church to find an inspiring video of our lying, corrupt, mendacious, elite, venal, rude, smug, hypocritical mainstream media getting the smackdown from the President.

Good work, Mr. Trump.

MAGA,

LSP

These Colors Don't Run

Which is a very good thing because it's raining furiously, in yet another chapter in the no holds barred War on Weather. Too bad, because the team was planning to go fishing but that's off the cards, who wants to get struck by lightning on Lake Whitney?

In other exciting news, check out Paul Joseph Watson's video on the hideous, totalitarian, dehumanizing fact of much of modern architecture. Buildings and cityscapes designed to atomize, alienate and destroy individuals  and communities so that all folds ineluctably under the control of the globalist super state. And note this.

The elites who are responsible for this wrecking don't live in the hells they've created for the masses. 

If you're interested in the subject, check out That Hideous Strength and the Abolition of Man by CS Lewis and Tom Wolfe's excellent From Bauhaus to Our House.

In the wake of the flood,

LSP

Archbishop of Canterbury Panhandling in Detroit!

Archbishop Justin Welby, leader of the worldwide Anglican Communion, may be a bishop but evidence shows that he's also an aggressive panhandler on Detroit's notorious 8 Mile Road.

Recent photographs reveal the toffee-nosed Old Etonian grifting for spare change outside of pawn shops in America's former Motor City and shamelessly soliciting motorists for money at traffic stops.

The Archbishop's begging has caused Detroit area legislature to pass a tough new law, the Aggressive Solicitation Prohibition Act.

“If you’re getting in and out of your car, and they come right up to you — I’ve talked to people who find that intimidating,” said sponsoring Representative Mike McCready, R-Bloomfield Hills, “And I think that’s where it crosses the line from a personal request to an intimidating request.”

Welby, who once worked for Elf Oil, became a Vicar in the Church of England and quickly rose to the coveted rank of Bishop before getting promoted to Archbishop of Canterbury, the CofE's sought-after top job. But his victory was short lived.

Thanks to dwindling congregations and poor bottom line performance, the Church of England's chief executive is on the streets of Detroit, pawning episcopal regalia and begging for money.

Whether Welby's desperate bid for money will reverse the fortunes of the declining Church of England remains to be seen.

Lambeth Palace has not returned calls.

God bless,

LSP

Kim Jong-Un Space Alien!

Thanks to a Sunday Sport exclusive via a well known art philosopher, we now know that North Korea's plump dictator is, in fact, a space alien.

The startling news came after NASA scientists ran sophisticated analysis on Kim Jong-Un's appearance and eating habits. This revealed the oriental despot's space hair, tongue and extraterrestrial fondness for cheese. All hallmarks of ET origin.

According to experts, Kim was sent to earth to destabilize the planet prior to invasion by an intergalactic battle fleet of aliens.

"Kim - or whatever his space name is - was sent to earth to destabilize things," stated Keith Lockward, Professor of Space Security at the University of West Lancashire.

You can read all about it here at the world's best tabloid.

Ad Astra,

LSP