Raise The House!

Well, the porch anyway. You see, the problem with wooden houses is that the wood can get eaten away by termites and ants. 

For that matter, if it's not looked after it'll rot and then you'll wake up to discover your historic Texan house is an historic Texan ruin. So the Compound's HQ got a respray and I think it looks sharp, but there was a problem. 

The painting crew discovered a supporting beam beneath the porch had pretty much returned to the soil. The porch looked fine but it wasn't, it was an illusion.

The crew turned up in the cold grey mask of morning to put the mirror of illusion right. That meant jacking up the porch, taking out the rotten beam and replacing it. Next step?

Finish painting the porch and then stand back and thank God for His mercy.

Gun rights,

LSP

 

Ride

A churchman asked me to bless his small herd of horses this evening, 6 Arabians, a Warmblood and a Mustang. So off I went and so did a lot of people from one of the missions, perhaps they were wondering if their padre could ride.

Shala. Note Well Put Together Barn

Good question! Fortunately I could and rode out on Shala alongside two outstanding competitive horsewomen who've forgotten more than I'll ever know about the sport.

You Ride Better Than What I Do

Still, I held my own and the congregation watching from the sidelines got a kick out of the thing. Great fun.

My Friend's Tack Room

Ride over, I blessed the herd and we all fell back to the ranch house for a delicious meal. What a lot of fun and it reminded me of several things.

One I Took Earlier

Firstly, ride more, a lot more, it's important. Secondly, bring the congregation together for fun, fellowship and worship outside of the usual Sunday morning slot. It builds the communion which is established at the Altar. 

Common sense I know, but perhaps it needs stating, especially in a mission setting. With that in mind, sermon over.

Ride On,

LSP

Get Out And Shoot

For a shooter you sure don't seem to shoot much, so-called "LSP." Good point, I hear the criticism, it's constructive. To put things right I loaded some guns into the rig and headed off for the country.

That journey took all of 10 minutes and there it was, the sylvan path to the glory that is rounds down range. I always think there'll be some kind of random game on this trail and a shot of opportunity but there never is, so far.

Instead, there was a mass tangle of fallen trees and brush blocking the path, the weather's been fierce here. I scouted it out; there wasn't a way to get clear short of a chainsaw and I wasn't going to risk the truck in the waterlogged clay of the fields. It's embarrassing to ask people to pull you out, so I parked up and walked in.

The grass was high, the sky was big and the shooting house had been blown over by tornado force wind. Whatever, I set up at the bench with a Desmond, a  Glock and a carbine.

First things first, the plates took a beating, so did the soda cans and, in the end, some reactive targets someone had left behind. At first I was shooting ironically high left, but sorted it out when I remembered the Desmond Tutu was zeroed at 100 yards and I was shooting at 50.

Tutu over, it was time to give the .45 a spin and it did famously, the elegant, workmanlike simplicity of Austrian engineering swinging the plates like fury. Satisfying. But what about the AR?

This one's a hybrid, an ancient CMMG lower and BCG married to a Bison Arms Barrel, Fortis lightweight hand guard, topped off with a cheap Primary Arms red dot. 

Odds and ends by Magpul. Well, the little beast shot like a champ, I was pleased.

Then it was time to head back to the Compound after an armed stroll through the grassy plains and big sky of Texas.

Gun rights,

LSP

It's OK To Be White?

Not if you're Fort Worth Councilperson Cary Moon who condemned the posters. “I condemn any type of literature sign that is posted that may be offensive to some folks,” stated Moon.

The local Fort Worth politician advised residents to leave the It's OK To Be White posters in place pending criminal investigation.

No it Isn't

It's OK To Be White literature signs have mysteriously appeared in multiple cities worldwide, provoking fury, indignation and scorn from outraged leftists. 

This Does Not Represent Councilperson Moon

Here at the Compound we urge all readers to fully cooperate with investigations into "literature signs" that "may be offensive to some folks." 

A Typical Offensive Literature Sign. Do Not Take Down!

Do not, under any circumstances, take these literature signs down. They may be offensive, to some folks. 

Your public servant,

LSP

Churchill's Funeral

Rest in Peace,

LSP

All Souls

Pray for the souls of the faithful departed.

O God, the Creator and Redeemer of all the faithful:
grant unto the souls of thy servants and handmaids
the remission of all their sins; that through devout
supplications they may obtain the pardon which
they have always desired: through Jesus Christ our
Lord who liveth and reigneth with thee and the
Holy Ghost one God world without end. Amen.

May they rest in peace,

LSP

All Saints

Here's a prayer to mark the Feast.

O ALMIGHTY God, who hast knit together thine elect in one communion and fellowship, in the mystical body of thy Son Christ our Lord; Grant us grace so to follow thy blessed Saints in all virtuous and godly living, that we may come to those unspeakable joys which thou hast prepared for those who unfeignedly love thee; through the same Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

God bless,

LSP 

Halloween

Some say that Halloween is Satan's birthday but it's not, it's All Hallows Eve or the Eve of All Saints. This means that kids get to run around dressed as goblins and ask for candy before they're vanquished by the saints the next day.

Here at the Compound we're all in favor of the celebration but don't make the bad mistake of giving the little trick-or-treaters comsymp, globalist, NWO, Illuminati cabal ice cream. It's not good for them. Give the young 'uns a tasty pez instead.

Speaking of Halloween, it used to be customary for people to play games of divination and attempt to foretell the future. How will that turn out?

We know the broad sweep of things, the forces of hell are defeated by the hosts of heaven. Such is the ultimate end but in the midterm, someone please lock her up.

Out Demons Out,

LSP

Caravan Time Traveler

A time traveler from Wednesday, November 7, 2018 has brought back a stunning picture of the future, showing what appears to be a giant rainbow pinata on America's southern border.

The futurist, Mr. W. Wolf, says that the gift will be left by a "caravan" of "Guatemalans and MS-13" as a "gift." And because the future isn't fixed, several responses are possible. 

(1) Hit the pinada with artillery.

(2) Napalm.

(3) Haul the pinada through the fence as a triumph of Democrat policy?

(4) Hook it up to a Sikorsky Sky Crane and drop it twenty miles off-shore?

Here at Compound News, we're amazed by these revelations from the future and with the time traveler, urge everyone to get out and vote.

Your Best Friend,

LSP

Whitey Bulger Dead - Mueller Time!

Notorious mobster, Whitey Bulger, is dead, killed by an inmate as he was being transferred to a West Virginia prison. 

Things went badly for Bulger, 89, when a prisoner with Mafia ties hit him over the head with a lock in a sock and gouged his eyes out. Bulger had nothing whatsoever to do with Special Prosecutor Mueller.

However, Mueller, who had no connections to Whitey Bulger at all, has been accused of raping a woman at the St. Regis hotel, New York City, in 2010.

Mueller, who heads up the special investigation into the Trump campaign's infamous collusion with the Kremlin, never knew or heard of "Whitey" Bulger and denies raping a woman at the St. Regis.

The Special Prosecutor has referred the rape case to the FBI, which is famed for its honesty, lack of corruption and non-partisan objectivity. 

Mueller says accusations of rape are fraudulent and the result of GOP pay-offs, as claimed by one of his former paralegals. He also never knew, heard of or communicated with Whitey Bulger.

Your Pal,

LSP

Is Phil Lesh King Of The Dorks?

Pretty Dorky Right From The Get Go!

It started off suspicious and weird, in the '60s. The Dead were cooking off in San Francisco, putting out their version of rock 'n roll, all very cool. 

Dorky? Yes, Very

But there was a fly in the ointment, an issue, something not quite right. Yes, you guessed it, Phil Lesh, the notoriously dorky bassist for the Grateful Dead.

Well That's Straight

Even before Bob Weir started wearing shorts, Lesh was acting weird and stupid, copying Jerry's guitar and wearing tie die t shirts.

Not Dorky At All

Everyone put up with him because Jerry was cool and Phil was, you know, doing his own thing. But that didn't make Lesh less dorky, far from it, he doubled down.

Truly This Man Was The King of Dorks

Today, Phil Lesh is famous for giving Christine Fraud $10k. Does that cement his title as King of the Dorks? You, the reader, be the judge.

Reckoning,

LSP

Melania Mondays! Halloween

It's Monday and time for some welcome relief from the insanity that's become the news cycle. Fortunately for us, Melania's here to help and she's not been idle.

Well known for her love of children, America's popular and glamorous First Lady stepped out in style at the White House Halloween party, handing out candy to children.

President Trump got in the Halloween spirit too, waving a serpent staff over the trick-or-treaters. Some observers describe this as a "hex" or a "spell." 

But the President was only emulating Moses, whose serpent staff, the Rod of God, devoured the snakes of Pharoah's magicians and protected the Israelites in the Exodus and beyond.

Melania, who's regularly attacked by snakes in the lying, corrupt, smug, elite, mainstream media, clearly enjoyed the imagery and went on to bring happiness and smiles to lucky children.

Well done First Lady, for doing your bit to make America great again.

MAGA,

LSP