You Fool No One

Quite.

Your Old Pal,

LSP

Little Criminals

Old, but gold. Then there's CHOP.

Your Best Pal,

LSP

You Vicious Little Marxist!

Lynyrd Skynrd and Sweet Home Alabama were too much for the Compound's progleft laptop, one fatal step too far. Enraged, the machine mutinied on Saturday night, taking a BLM knee and going full Black Screen.

Commies Run From Cold Steel

So what to do? Take a knee in sympathy with the upstart radical nihilist, side with the revolutionary, tin-pot Maoist and bring the electronic life of the Compound back to some kind of Year Zero? No. Surrendering to its brazen sedition wasn't an option. 

Two paths to victory over the mutineer. Viz. Take the Black Screen syndicalist out to the range and shoot it. Tempting. Or, on the other hand, root out its aggressively dysfunctional thought leader and replace it with something that worked. After running a swift cost/benefit analysis  I chose the latter option.

But You Can Always Stab it With The Spyderco

In this case, a 500 GB WD SSD. Off came the back of the fractious box, out went the corrupt MQ01ABD100 Marxist and in went a sane alternative. Boom. Autonomous zone over. 

Vicious Little Maoist Removed From Power

New SSD in place, the machine booted off a flash drive and MicroRubbish Windows 10 installed seamlessly, rebellion over. Sorry, Mau-Mau, you lost this battle and lost hard.

Order Restored

There it was, a working, productive, functional machine standing proudly for God, flag, compound and country. No more knee-bending insurrection, no more Black Screen. That was over, and by way of bonus, the commie not-so-hard-drive can always be taken out in the field and shot. Result.

Draw the moral as you will,

LSP

Sweet Home

I like the way the band sticks it to "Old Shaky," but that's just me. Rumor has it things are getting nasty in Atlanta, and bikers are heading North.

Bring it on,

LSP

War Memorials

Inspired by patriots on both sides of the Atlantic, I drove to the town square to protect our War Memorials from rampaging gangs of Maoists, hippies and savages chancing it out of Austin. Here's what happened.

There weren't any "protesters" in the Brookshire's car park, curiously.

No Anarcho-Marxist cadres behind the library either. Like, what gives?!?

The infamous Bond Alley wasn't a heaving mass of revolutionary Communists out to smash the system. Not even an ACAB. Huh.

And there weren't any autonomous zone armed guards at the Farmers Market, but it's a small market after all. Maybe there'd be some action around the corner, at the big War Memorial. 

Nothing, nada, zilch. Not a spray can, molotov cocktail, dreadlock or tofu burger in sight. Huh, strange. They're probably at the other corner of the courthouse, attacking the Confederate Soldier, I thought grimly to myself.

They weren't. The statue stood tall, a tribute to the men of this town who lost their lives in that hideous war. I paused and said a short prayer. Rest in peace.

One last stop, the library. Wow, its brazen statue to patriarchal oppression still stood. Far out. And that was that. 

It seems, my friends, that the heritage of this small farming community remains intact. Good, let's keep it that way.

Deo Vindice,

LSP

CHAZ

Wow. Seattle, home of Teen Spirit pop icon Waylon Jennings, Lemmy, Nik Turner, Randy Newman Kurt Cobain has left the Union. That's right, Anarcho-Marxists have taken up 6 blocks of central Seattle and made it their own country, called CHAZ.

Note Glitter Pony

Well, we all know what happens when hippies take over anything. They trash it because they're drunk and stoned. Sure, it starts off well with attempts at farming, then descends into unwashed chaos. You don't believe me? Go on, ask any festival organizer.

Warlord Jazz Simone

Rumour has it that a bona fide Mad Max, Lord of Chaos, Eschaton Warlord rapper, who goes by Jazz Simone, has taken over CHAZ security. Good on you Jazz, someone has to and it's obviously not Seattle's cops. They've probably been defunded and can't afford to.

Tragically Failed Farm :(

In related news, everyone's selling their house in Minneapolis. Can't think why, white privilege? Well yes, obviously.

Bring it on, Skater. Ready For 'ya

But can't think why. Maybe floating anarchy's a better way. Or not.

Your Friend,

LSP

White Privilege

White privilege is great but it can get a little rusty, so I pulled the chairs off of the porch, gave 'em a quick sanding, and resprayed.

Word to the wise. Don't be fooled by cheaper sprays, they don't cover as much and the result's not as good. Use Rustoleum High Performance enamel, or something like it. Only costs a buck or two more and worth every penny.

Blue Stonewall Jackson wasn't interested in checking his privilege. No, he was all about defending it from squirrels, birds and potential protesters. He likes his privilege and wants to keep it. I often remind him that he's black and white but he foolishly ignores this, being a dog.

After a couple of hours the chairs of privilege were ready to go back on the porch, a job well done. Next step? Paint the deck, and that's tomorrow's project. For now, it's time to grill, and where's my Julep?!?

General Lee forever,

LSP

Mombassa Welcome

Your Friend,

LSP

Burn Loot Murder

This is the Reverend Al Sharpton eulogizing the martyr saint George Floyd. Note Sharpton's sinister black latex gloves, the angel wings growing from Floyd's back, and the halo hovering above his head.

Angel wings and halo, a fitting tribute to a man who robbed pregnant women at gunpoint, speedballed and got it on with counterfeiters. What an angel, let's see how far that goes with the general populace.

Whatever, Black Lives Matter is going full throttle in support of their sadly deceased martyr. Read this, from their website:

We make space for transgender brothers and sisters to participate and lead.

We are self-reflexive and do the work required to dismantle cisgender privilege and uplift Black trans folk, especially Black trans women who continue to be disproportionately impacted by trans-antagonistic violence.

We build a space that affirms Black women and is free from sexism, misogyny, and environments in which men are centered.

We practice empathy. We engage comrades with the intent to learn about and connect with their contexts.

We make our spaces family-friendly and enable parents to fully participate with their children. We dismantle the patriarchal practice that requires mothers to work “double shifts” so that they can mother in private even as they participate in public justice work.

We disrupt the Western-prescribed nuclear family structure requirement by supporting each other as extended families and “villages” that collectively care for one another, especially our children, to the degree that mothers, parents, and children are comfortable.

We foster a queer‐affirming network. When we gather, we do so with the intention of freeing ourselves from the tight grip of heteronormative thinking, or rather, the belief that all in the world are heterosexual (unless s/he or they disclose otherwise).

We cultivate an intergenerational and communal network free from ageism. We believe that all people, regardless of age, show up with the capacity to lead and learn.

We embody and practice justice, liberation, and peace in our engagements with one another.

Wow, saddle up the rainbow pony. You can imagine George Floyd repeating it all, like a Creed, before he went to bed at 5 am after staying up four nights and gettin' it on with the "bitches." 

I'm sick of this canting, fauxtrage hypocrisy. Google burn loot murder and see where it takes you.

Your Old Pal,

LSP

Abolish The Police!

Abolish the police? A UK source, who wishes to remain anonymous for reasons of personal safety, replied:

I also hope it doesn't result in a similar scenario to the Liverpool (where else?) police strike of 1919. I remember hearing an interview in 1978 with a surviving  eye witness of what happened at the moment in 1919 when the hue and cry went up, 'THE SCUPPERS ARE OUT!'

This, you will understand, was not a reference to the sexual orientation of the constabulary but the signal  for society to promptly revert back to pre-Norman Conquest times in the space of  about 10 minutes.

Still, maybe in the future a replacement police force comprised of actors, pavement artists, vegan entrepreneurs, anti-homphobia outreach workers, bunny mothers, preforming mimes and 'social influencers' may do what's necessay.

More worryingly given the rise of AI, it could go another way entirely.... I have seen the 21st century both in 'Demolition Man' and 'Robocop'...

What a choice before you!

`Let the Nation decide'.

Let the nation decide, and so it will in November. For what it's worth, I predict a Trump landslide coz Americans are falling over themselves to call a gay vegan mime for help when their home's being burgled. C'mon guys, are you actively campaigning for Trump?

In the meanwhile, cops in Dem run cities need to go on strike. After all, why should you work for people who hate you and the job you do to keep them safe.

MAGA 2020,

LSP

To What God Do They Kneel?

Democrat leaders got on their knees today in the Capitol Building in a shameless, hypocritical attempt to buy black votes to show solidarity with blacks. Not everyone was amused, with one commentator blasting the virtue-signalling politicians for "treating blacks like children."

Excuse me, Democrats," ripped Obianuju Ekeocha on social media, "Don't treat Africans like we're children. These fabrics and these colorful things that we have within our culture and tradition, they all mean something to us. I know you look at us and you say, 'Oh, Africans are so cute in all of your colorful dresses.' Well, some of those dresses and patterns and colors and fabrics actually do mean something to us.

Well said, Obianuju, but here at the Compound we're all about theology and have to ask, what God are they praying to? Thanks to our hardworking techs in R&D we were able to filter out the white noise in the photo. The result's startling, here it is:

Yes, the demonic owl god of death, Mictlantecuhtli. You'll note, in passing, that all of the above politicians support abortion up to the point of birth.

The hunger of their god is insatiable.

Out Demons Out,

LSP

Feast of the Holy Trinity

Today's Trinity Sunday, so it's time to tear our gaze away from the two-bit Maoists  waging war on statues and everything else, and onto the nature of God. The true God who reveals himself to us as a trinity of persons in unity of substance.

I liked this excerpt from EL Mascall's Whatever Happened to the Human Mind?, via Domini Res Gestas:

 . . . the Trinity is not primarily a doctrine, any more than the incarnation is primarily a doctrine. There is a doctrine about the Trinity, as there are doctrines about many other facts of existence, but, if Christianity is true, the Trinity is not a doctrine; the Trinity is God. And the fact that God is Trinity—that in a profound and mysterious way there are three divine Persons, eternally united in one life of complete perfection and beatitude - is not a piece of gratuitous mystification, thrust by dictatorial clergymen down the throats of an unwilling, but helpless laity,  and therefore to be accepted, if at all, with reluctance and discontent. It is the secret of God’s most intimate life and being, into which in in his infinite love and generosity, he has admitted us, and it is therefore to be accepted with amazed and exultant gratitude.

The God whom the Christian Church proclaims is the fundamentally triune God, Father, Son, and Spirit, not a unitarian God to whom the trinitarian character is attached as a kind of secondary, or even optional and purely symbolical, appendage.

It is significant that the great ecumenical creed of Christendom cannot profess its belief in the One God without immediately identifying him with the Person of the Almighty Father, and going on from this to speak of the Son and the Spirit, who, while distinct as Persons, are consubstantial with him and derive their being from him.

If, then, the great tradition of Christendom is true, the personal God of unimaginable splendor, bliss, and love, upon whom the world and human beings depend for their existence from moment to moment, is not one solitary monad, but three Persons, united in one life of perfect mutual giving and receiving, a giving and receiving that is so complete that there is nothing to distinguish one from another except the ways in which each gives and receives; a life of sharing so perfect and intense that the most intimate of human unions bears only a remote and analogical comparison to it. And if we wish to acquire some faint understanding of the wonder and glory of the Christian God—who, we must remind ourselves, is the only God there is—we may well find the poets more helpful than the theologians. I have specially in mind Dante, in the final canto of the Divine Comedy, striving to put into words his vision of the triune Godhead, as it smote him in all its dazzling splendor, gathering into its one embrace all conceivable perfections and in its threefold mystery eternally flooding itself with love and satisfying in its mysterious unity every human desire:

That light doth so transform a man's whole bent
 That never to another sight or thought
Would he surrender, with his own consent:

For everything the will has ever sought
 Is gathered there, and there is every quest
Made perfect, which apart from it falls short.

Well said, Fr. Mascall!

In nomine,

LSP