The Shoot Before Christmas

"Up for a shoot, old chap?" The Private didn't need much prompting and sprang out of bed, eager to show off his skills. "I reckon I'll smoke you on the AR," he quipped in a merry two days before Christmas kind of way. 

"I reckon there'd be something wrong if you didn't," I replied in the famously understated way of irregular cavalry, "But first I have to walk the Blue." The Blue being a dog, obviously.

That done, off we went to the range with a couple of .45s, an AR, a 20 SxS, and a big box of bullets courtesy of CheapAmmo.com; thanks, guys, great result. And what a good day for it, the sun shone, the ground was firm, the air clean in a big Texan sky, and all was well. 

CZ 20

First things first, we set up a silhouette along with a few playing cards and warmed up on the .45s. I kicked off with a Glock 21 and pounded five rounds into an approximation of the X Ring. OK, for a rusty shooter. The kid followed on and did well with a PX4 Storm, the green terr was definitely down. We moved onto playing cards at 10 yards.

Hmmm. Rusty.

I know, nothing outrageously skilled, unless you're out of practice like me, but we put the paper beast back in its box and had plenty of fun to boot. Nice. Then onto the 20 and a box of skeet, which we hurled redneck style into the sky. They mostly got smoked. 

Go Army

Next up? AR, and disaster struck. The battery'd died and the helpful red dot was no more. Good thing the weapon had back up iron sights. We blasted away like good 'uns, mostly against steel plates which swang like fury at the impact of the small but forceful 5.56. 

Did the kid "smoke me on the AR"? No, but I feel he would've if the shoot had gone on much longer and he got the feel of weapon. More training, you see. But what a neat little beast, Hipertouch trigger, Bison barrel and lightweight furniture. Far better, thought the Private, than issue. Such, perhaps, is the value of being irregular.

Boom!

We finished off with .45s against steel plates and had a blast knocking the adversary about. Boom, off you go. And then it was time to head for home, mission accomplished.

I love shooting, I scorn the DNC. And thanks, CheapAmmo for making the whole day possible. Great result, and your bullets worked too, like fury. Result.

Gun Rights, 

LSP

PS. Look, they helped the Compound out so I want to return the favor. Check out CheapAmmo, they support our troops. Good, right?

O Come, O Come Emmanuel

Still recovering from solstice hi-jinx? Perhaps this will help.

God bless,

LSP

WINTER SOLSTICE!

Yes readers, it's that time of year again, the WINTER SOLSTICE. You heard that right, time to get down to the Stones and party down. Or not, but hey, your call.

Maybe you don't want to get down and dirty with a crew of thieving hippies in the English countryside, maybe you don't want to worship the Moon Goddess with a cocktail of cheap red wine, fake hallucinogens and Special Brew. Then again, maybe you do.

Here at the Compound we don't judge, knock yourselves out, just don't be surprised when you wake up in a ditch and your wallet's been ripped off by an unwashed emissary of Giaia.

Selene,

LSP

Because Awesome

Who gave AJ the truck?

Cheers,

LSP

Welcome Home!

The Private flew in from the Army in Georgia today, where he's doing AIT at Fort Gordon. He likes the Army a lot and finds it better than being a bassist in a Scandinavian Death Metal band, awesome as that is.

On the way from the airport to an RV with fast food, the youthful defender of the nation's freedom regaled me with tales of training and poured scorn on our country's enemies in Congress. Seems like the Army's for 45, unsurprisingly.

Then, multiple dollar menu items later we fell back to Ma LSP's redoubt and the kid took a well deserved sleep. The Blue guarded.

I tell you, I'm proud of my eldest son, he's come a very long way. We'll be flying to the land of the ice and snow, Canada, on Boxing Day.

Go Army,

LSP

Impeachment!

Whaaa?!? Trump's still President even though he's impeached?!? That's right, goonshow, 45's still President and I'll wager the fighting monkey he'll win by a massive landslide, 2020.

If you were a conspiracy theorist you might believe the Democrats were bought and paid for shills of Brad Parscale and the GOP.

Cheers,

LSP

You Nazi Fascists

Well, well. In yet another stroke of popularist genius, rabid leftists attacked a children's nativity play in Toulouse, France on Monday.

You've doubtless seen the news. A group of children dressed up as shepherds, wise men and the Holy Family to re-enact the nativity story. How sweet. 

No, not sweet if you're a radical commie satanist. The play was shut down by around 50 screaming anarcho-marxists, who hurled abuse at the innocent children, accusing them of being "Fascists."

Leaving aside the bravery of the commies in their bold strike against The Man in Toulouse we have to wonder. Why does the Left hate children? 

You know, kill it in the womb, chemically castrate it in a sex-change, destroy its prospects in a failed marriage, and all this to say nothing of giving the child who's survived thus far, remarkably, a rubbish education in a taxpayer funded school.

Why? Because the Left hates life, innocence and purity. As abortion's their sacrament, so the miracle of birth is ours. We create, they destroy.

That, in part, is why we will beat these beasts.

LSP

All Lit Up

It all starts off at the Tree Gulag, where captive conifers languish beneath the harsh glare of sodium arc lights. There they are, lined up for inspection and roll call as you stride along wondering at their short and spindly aspect. But we found one that seemed to have potential and took it home.

First things first, wrangle the liberated fir into a stand and move back to ponder it's bizarrely potbellied shape. Then put as many lights on the thing as it'll bear, around a 1000+ for a small tree like this. You may have a different method and that's OK, there's no system. 

Lights on, get the Angel up and ask yourself why this one from Germany holds a scroll of plainsong notation proclaiming "Agnus Dei qui tollis peccata  mundi." Gloria in excelsis Deo!, surely.

Leaving aside the hint of oddly wry Tuetonic humor, start decorating the tree and if you're me, recall  Christmases past when you've done the very same thing with the very same ornaments stretching back into childhood. 

Nostalgic, but of course some decorations get "old, tired, pathetic and depressing. Look, here's a plastic bag, throw it away." Thus spake Ma LSP, and she's right, what's the point of holding on to some piece of broken rubbish just because you've had it forever?

That in mind, some ornaments are better than others, which goes without saying, and you admire them the most, they inspire and uplift. Then it's done, an Advent miracle, the tree's lit up, the ornaments gleam, glint and sparkle and all's well in a raucously Victorian Christmas tree kind of way.

Well done, mission accomplished, pour yourself a glass of the right stuff. Maybe, for you, that's cocoa, a onesie and a frothing pumpkin latte, maybe it's something more fortifying. Your call.

Cheers and God bless,

LSP

Transcend

Everyone knows Satan's not happy with the current crop of imbeciles, misfits, malfeasants and malcontents that have risen up to lead his party. Perhaps this will change things. Here's the former First Lady coming clean on Ellen:

I don’t want to hide it anymore. Joanne Rivers put it out there and why should we try to suppress her words when she was only trying to help me.

Look at my shoulders. Look at my hands. Look at my goddamn Adam’s apple! We are people too. You have no idea what it’s like having a bigger p**** than Barry. That’s something he and I, mainly he… struggles with almost every night of the week.

Will Michelle swoop out of literal leftfield and save the floundering, do nothing, leaderless, lying, phony, hypocritical, elite, corrupt Democrats from their existential crisis? Will a literal tranny save them or would it be another, ahem, senior statesperson.

Don't say the Devil rides out,

LSP

Virginia Gun Ban Buffoon

Check Out The Blackface Buffoon in The Plaid Slacks

As reported by Virtual Mirage the Old Dominion's famous blackface comedian, Governor Northam is all about confiscating Virginians' deadly assault rifles and firearms with the especially lethal "thumbhole stock." Yes, to say nothing of guns with detachable magazines, flash hiders, muzzle breaks, folding stocks and all the rest.

Buffoon

You can't have those, proposes the utterly not racist Northam who isn't a paid shill of multimillionaire presidential candidate Bloomberg. But not to worry Virginians, the same Governor who delights in appalling plaid trousers, partial birth abortion and blackface will let existing deadly assault rifle owners keep their weapons as long as they register them with the police. 

Pink Shirt Buffoon

Some Virginians, make that a lot, aren't too happy about this and promise to disobey Governor Blackface Abortion's new laws. This includes sheriffs and local government who say they'll become 2nd Amendment "sanctuaries." You know, just like those cities which refuse to obey federal immigration law but for guns, not members of MS 13.

By way of response congressman Donald McEachin (D-VA), who's really black unlike his leader, threatened his culturally inappropriate Governor might have to call in the National Guard to enforce the new gun ban.

Killer Buffoon

Major General Timothy P. Williams, the Adjutant General of Virginia and head of the Dominion's National Guard responded on social media, "We understand and respect the passion people feel for the U.S. Constitution and 2nd Amendment rights. We will not speculate about the possible use of the Virginia National Guard."

OK, don't speculate but we will. You've got another think coming, libs, if you think Virginian soldiers are going to shoot their brothers and sisters for exercising their constitutional right to bear arms. Don't even go there.

Bought And Paid For Buffoon

And as for you, so-called "Northam," you're a risible, two-bit, bought and paid for shill of the globalist New World Order. Yes, weighed in the balance and found wanting. Let's see how your policies play out in the ballot box, much less the fire fight you seem intent on bringing down on your head, baby killing buffoon.

One step closer to balkanization and Civil War? Hope not but surely one more foot over the line into idiocracy. Well done, Democrats.

For CN, Sic Semper Tyrannis,

LSP

Land Of Hope And Glory

This inspiring tune's in honour of Brexit and the crushing defeat suffered by the rainbow Left and their billionaire, transnational elite, bankster paymasters.

You'd better deliver, Johnson.

LSP

Vulture Capitalist Scum

Ever wondered why rural America is pretty much a wiped out, dystopian catastrophe? Check out Tucker, who nails it, imo.

And this is for you, leftists. 45's at least saying he's going to sort this out by bringing jobs and industry back to the country, and so improve the lot of everyday citizens. 

Your compelling recipe, on the other hand, is this. Force every school in the land to have transgender toilets and free puberty blockers. And lest we forget, bye-bye statues of General Lee.

That's as risible as it's pathetic. Don't think the nation's fooled.

MAGA 2020,

LSP