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Well done, Team. Mission accomplished.

#skinheads

LSP

Defund The Police!

What Traffic Fascists

Yeah, right on, stick it to the Man! Because when there's no more police there'll be no more violence and we'll all be free! What utter, shameless, brazen drivel.

Behold The Drivel

No matter, LA, Minneapolis, et al are pushing hard for US cities to abolish the police. Coz then there'll be no moar injustice, just a beautiful Anarcho-Syndicalist revolution where, at last, persons of color can roam and loot freely. But what happens when there aren't any police, some kind of boogaloo?

Note Tactical Deck Shoes

Maybe so, people defend themselves, they "go roof," and who can blame them. The Left might want to think about that. Message to market -- we outgun you, at every level, cubed.

Playing The Most Dangerous Game Know To Mankind

Firepower aside aside, Satanists have taken to the streets demanding justice for the thug who beat a pregnant woman with his pistol and then robbed her. 

George Floyd, the saint, served a mere 5 years for this crime. And think, with no police he'd have served even less. Satanists rejoice, until you wake up and a demon's gnawing on your elbow.

Speaking of which, MPD, LAPD, NYPD and on, walk off the job and let the Democrats howl, they obviously don't want you. Go on, we dare you.

Your Friend,

LSP

Weapons Hot Or Not So Hot?

It's 11.30 pm in North Central South Dallas. 3 shots were just fired close to the house, and there's sporadic gunfire in the distance. Choppers constant. Probably some Mexicans celebrating Wednesday; this is, after all, south of the river. Whatever, weapons hot. Or are they?

Comsymps and self-loathing, bend-the-knee libs think they aren't. Get rid of guns and you'll get rid of violence and everywhere will be Sweden, a veritable Ikean utopia. Unless you're one of the Swedish women who's recovering from being raped by a military age, Moslem refugee. 

Sweden aside, what makes you think a disarmed populace has nothing to fear from criminals who notoriously don't obey the law? By the time those three shots are slamming into your house or a gang of joggaz are running at you with 2x4s it's too late, right?

Point being, you don't need to be armed until you do, and if you're at that point without a weapon it's pretty much too late.

That we've come to the point where I feel that it's necessary to guard my Mother's house with a gun(s) is abhorrent to me. But there it is, humanity's fallen and pretending otherwise doesn't cut it.

In the meanwhile, gunfire's stopped for now, chopper overwatch continues.

Weapons hot,

LSP

Gonna Go Roof?

As ACNA clergy wailed and wept over their racism and the Episcopal bishop figure of Washington DC raged about the President holding a Bible, I drove to Dallas to check on Ma LSP.

You may have heard that things have been a little unsettled in the metrosprawl lately, and while I wasn't expecting trouble it doesn't hurt to be prepared. That in mind, I called up the White Wolf Mine for tactical advice.

"Mr. Wolf?"

"Yes."

"This is LSP, calling from Dallas HQ. I know you're above the fray but what's the score?"

"Simple, you need to become an honorary Korean, an honorary Rooftop Korean."

We talked this over, what would it take, a special ceremony on the roof? Picture the scene. A brazier,  Korean BBQ, maybe some kimchi, but that comes after you've been sworn in and awarded a Seoul bandana. Then you're ready to go.

What you don't do is sally forth with a sword and fail to take out the invaders. "Hell, I'd have chopped them to pieces," said the Wolf, "Maybe I'd have used a pole axe or just a kukri, a kukri'd probably do it." I agreed and silently kicked myself for leaving the kukri back at the Compound.

Cold steel aside and a delicious dinner of grilled lamb chops later, all seemed peaceful enough, thank God. Then, round about 11.30 pm, the sound of choppers overhead grew to constant and sure enough, reports started coming in of a large crew of mutineers coming over the Margaret Hunt Bridge into South Dallas. Not too far away.

They found themselves boxed in and arrested by LE and the Guard who showed remarkable restraint; not one insurrectionist was thrown off the bridge into the Trinity. And that was that, no need to go roof. Let's see how tonight pans out. 

In the meanwhile, weapons hot. 

#BringItToHollywood

LSP

Russians & White Supremacists Riot!

Thanks to Susan Rice, Minnesota Governor Tim Walz, and Minneapolis Mayor Jacob Frey, we now know the identity of the rioters who've brought mayhem and destruction to our cities. You guessed it, they're Russians and White Supremacists. Here at the Compound we're pleased to bring you the evidence so that justice may be served.

In this video we see a gang of White Supremacists evicted from a store by a cowboy:

Looting Prevention 101:

pic.twitter.com/6iJaeOGxpI

— Benny (@bennyjohnson) June 1, 2020

These Russians shamelessly beat an elderly couple trying to defend their store in Rochester, NY:

Close up surveillance footage of the brutal assault of an elderly husband and wife couple in Rochester, NY. Can you identify the rioters? pic.twitter.com/yiO9q7a5Tb

— Ian Miles Cheong (@stillgray) May 31, 2020

Look at these White Supremacists attack a store owner in Dallas, TX:

It's your Democrat party that is supporting them. Shameful! https://t.co/2h6eRyXWNG

— 🌴Apryl🌴💜🐸 (@AprylSoderlund) June 1, 2020

Again, White Supremacy's front and center:

Spetsnaz notoriously love potato chips. Check this out:

The evidence is clear and it's compelling. Russians and White Supremacists are everywhere, wreaking havoc. Why then, are Hollywood celebs and the Biden campaign bailing them out of jail? Maybe they'd be singing a different tune if far right groups of Putinists were torching their mansions. Eat the rich style.

#BringItToHollywood

LSP

I'm Bored Of Race War

Race war this, race war that, loot a Dollar Tree here, burn a cop van there, board up your shops, stick it to the Man!

But the Man has racial quotas in place, which sounds racist to me but whatever; no one in America is barred from any job on account of their race or the color of their skin. Not a single POC is refused entry into any profession on account of their color. In fact, in downtown government Dallas etc they're given preferential treatment.

So why the outrage over "racism"? Because Anarcho-Marxists are stuck in the old left/right paradigm they were taught by their parents and university professors. Stuck in 1982 and before. They see the world in terms of the defining moment of their forebears, Selma riots, Civil Rights and a grand march to desegregation. They want want to relive the 1960s and capture the glory and excitement of their ancestors.

But they can't. It's not the same world. No one has to sit at the back of the bus because they're black. In fact, no one sits on the bus because of the behavior of the blacks, or goes to their schools, or lives in their neighborhoods if they can help it.

And you know what? I don't blame anyone, of any color, for not living in the urban hellholes the left and its demonic friend LBJ created. Meanwhile, Minneapolis burns and here at the Compound we're pretty much past caring. As ye reap, so shall ye sow.

That in mind, weapons cleaning makes sense. And yes, I'm bored of this astroturf race war but good luck, jogga, if you climb on up the porch.

Your Friend,

LSP

Dindu Apocalypse - The Morning After

What's it like to live in a city that's deep in the throes of a Dindu Apocalypse? We reached out to our man in Minneapolis, Dr. Swankenstein, to get the news.

The Doktor sent in these photos from his morning constitutional in a nice part of town, where there's no shortage of righteous, leftist activism. Police Abolition Now, demanded the flyers and pavement chalk sloganeers because, you know, when there's no more cops everyone will be free to enjoy "other options."

Like smashing up local businesses, looting stores and torching cars. A whole lot easier if there's no police, eh? But they got something right, the system is guilty, guilty of letting a city get so off the hook that dindu savages can burn it down with impunity. And we know where that goes. 

Businesses shut, working people move out, tax income drops, civic infrastructure falls apart, the police don't bother and hey presto, welcome to Detroit, or Baltimore or any one of a number of America's urban hellholes. Hollowed out wrecks of once prosperous cities, and all run by Democrats. Good work, commies.

And now the Guard's tentatively deployed. Do you think the infamous "system" has authorized them to use force against the savages and their bused-in, revolutionary friends? Probably about as much as it gave the police while their station was being overrun, and I guess this means local businesses and homeowners will have to go RTF (Roof-Top-Korean).

We'll see. In the meanwhile, if you want a balanced report of the George Floyd business go to Virtual Mirage and imagine, while you're at it, how all of this is going to make America vote Anarcho-Marxist Democrat in November. Because nothing's more popular at the polls than a gang of burn-your-city-down looters.

Thanks, Swankenstein, for the short photo essay. Let's see how this nonsense evolves.

Gun Rights,

LSP

Get On The Boat

You don't have to own a boat to go boating, but it helps to have friends who do. Friends like J, who works LE consultancy when he isn't on the lake having fun, in his boat. And fair play to him, he's earned it and likes to share the fun, which is exactly what happened this morning.

LE

Saying that, getting up when every sensible creature's fast asleep didn't seem too enjoyable, but it's worth it when you see the sun rising off the water as you set out in search of fish and adventure. A whole new day dawns under the omnipotence of God, and it feels good, scudding across the lake, looking for action.

We found it, too, guided by birds zeroing in on schools of young striper. It's a fierce business, nature; just watch the avian Stukas dive-bomb down on a gang of thrashing, predatory bass. Ferocious and fast, not least for the fisherman; pretty much every cast a fish.

Great result, followed by motoring about in search of larger fish. We'd have found them too, if we'd been fishing live shad. As it is, plastic facsimiles and silver slabs didn't cut it, but still produced a fair few junior striper. Good fun.

Some Old Fool

Then it was time to head back across the inland sea of Lake Whitney and on to the Compound, a morning well spent. Better by far than staring in slack-jawed consternation at some kind of screen.

God bless,

LSP

A Bit Of This And A Bit Of That

There's an awful going on. Just for starters, our Leader, the great 45, was censored by Twitter, the odious social media platform, so he's responded by opening them and other lib media publishers up to litigation. 

For goodness sake, @jack, what were you thinking when you allowed one of your leftist minions to "truth check" the President? On fraudulent mail-in ballots, of all things.

Oh look, a savage

Then there's Minneapolis, where the dindus have gone full-on savage because Floyd George was killed by white cops. First off, since when did cops calmly kill someone by kneeling on their neck for many minutes, all the while knowing they were being filmed? Seriously, since when? 

Maybe these were the most stupid cops ever in the history of stupid copdom. It's possible, and it sure looks like bad wickedness. That aside, how's burning your neighborhood down going to improve that?

Good work, George!

To the point, who's paying for it? Surely that wouldn't be George Soros. In the meanwhile, some people are protecting stores from crazed mobs of dindus. Well done, boys!

Young Marxist Meets Old Marxist

Moving on, the UK's in an uproar because Dominic Cummings, aka Mekon, had the brazen temerity to visit his autistic son, quelle gutsinking horror, and New Zealand's Leaderene has signed a pact with China. It may interest you to know that Jacinda Ardern was a "Young Marxist" in her youth. My, how that worm's predictably turned.

Dominic Cummings Who is Awesome

Closer to home, the Hillsboro foodbank's delivering more cartloads of food to the needy than it has been. The needy, you see, have plucked up the not inconsiderable courage to visit the foodbank. No small thing, maybe their meth supply's run out. 

Regardless, I do my bit.

God bless,

LSP

Memorial Day Remembrance

Sirens, pounding rain, people driving their rigs off of I35 and up the verge of the highway onto service roads, a car on fire on the median, one pickup flipped over, an Escalade smashed all to hell, a couple of broken sedans, fire trucks, squad cars, mayhem. 

It was like Wiking's retreat to the Oder, but no, this was just the road into Dallas on Memorial Day weekend.

Highway to Hell notwithstanding, we had a good party at Ma LSP's in Dallas. Burgers, hot dogs, patriotic cake and all the rest.  Great fun, and I foolishly stayed up into the early hours talking with the aged P.

The next day dawned high and bright, a whole new world replete with tiny dragons, a Heeler, Glocks, flags, leftover burgers and various chores. It felt good and off we went, Blue Scout and LSP, back to the bucolic haven that is the Compound.

All this in mind, it was the first time since March that I'd been to a party, or even the Metrosprawl itself. What was it like? I'll tell you, way more fearful of the Red Death than anything I'd been used to in the country. 

Company at Ma LSP's house excepted, it's all about these weird little masks, shut shops and rules posted on filling station doors, Wear Your Dorky Mask! That said, no one was, at least at the local QT, and neither were we on Memorial Day, along with everyone else on their porches.

Were people dropping like flies with the plague? No, they were not, and my guess is that they won't any time soon. Unless of course we go to war with China, which changes everything. You might pray that doesn't happen.

In the meanwhile, hope you all had a great Memorial Day weekend and prayed for all who gave their lives that we can be vaguely free.  Hold that thought, how free are we? 

Free from the State recording all your calls and internet posts? Free to not get microchipped and wear a mask in some kind of dystopian neo-feudalism? Free to say anything that doesn't go against the will and power of your elite, multi-billionaire overlords? Such freedom. And note this, it hates Christianity.

Whatever, respect to those who gave their lives. May they rest in peace and rise in glory.

Your Friend,

LSP

Diocese of Fort Worth Wins Big - Libs Lose Hard

Perhaps you know the subtext of this frivolous, inconsequential mind blog. Viz. The Compound and its Missions have run the risk of being seized by the Episcopal Church (TEC) for over a decade. Long story very short, our diocese left the rainbow communion in 08/09 and the Dorothies proceeded to sue us for all our cash and property.

Dorothy

This, they exclaimed with a click of glittery heels, belongs to us! We disagreed and so too did the Texas Supreme Court. On Friday morning, the Texan Justices eviscerated the Episcopal Church and ordered a lower court to reverse its ruling, in our favor. 

In practical terms, this means that I get to keep the Compound and its missions, while the degenerates are forced, by order of the court, to wander furiously about with large Ls branded into their foreheads. 

Blue Heeler

We thank God for this outcome, and you can read about the whole thing here in a masterfully well written 30 page opinion.

That aside, the Episcopal Church has spent at least $12 million on this lawsuit, all funded from its "mission" budget. Think about that. Twelve million dollars for mission spent on lawyers, not one of which brought a single soul to Christ. Ponder the math.

Typical Texan Street Scene

And in the meanwhile, sing a Te Deum. 

Love,

LSP

Fishing Ascension

It's important to have a plan, and this one was elegant in its simplicity. It went like this, drive to the marina, catch small fish and then use those very same fish to catch large fish. Compelling, eh?

And it worked well, initially. Cast into the depths with a small hook, a chunk of worm and pull out a little perch. Circle hook the perch under its dorsal and cast it out into the wider deep, and while you wait for a monster strike have fun catching more perch as you look at all the boats you don't own.

So far, so good. But the monster never struck, except once, when the light rod bucked and jumped as some ferocious predator snatched at the hapless baitfish. Big excitement, drop your amusement rod and head over to the real deal, which I did, and foolishly in the heat of the moment tried to reel in too aggressively. The big fish sensibly dropped the little fish.

Still, I lost count of the bluegill and kept a few to use as bait. If they'd been a little bigger I'd have kept a few for dinner too; so tasty, fresh bluegill out of Lake Whitney. I like them beer battered and served with fries, but pan fried's good too. Delicious.

Well, that'll come in a week or two. In the meanwhile, every blessing for the Feast of the Ascension and remember, plans are all very well but as with the apprehension of truth itself, rise and fall to the extent they're in harmony with that which is. The equation of mind to thing, say the philosophers. In this case, Leviathan Bass, maybe stripers, striking small perch at the marina, or not.

Fish on,

LSP