Social Justice!

This simple mind blog's all about social justice, which is why we support Scouse Lives Matter. But you might want to think twice before, ahem, "taking the knee."

#SLM

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Moonscape

Thanks for the photo, LL. Advance to contact?

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Lawyers Guns And Money

All I've been doing since Sunday is talking to lawyers and bankers. Why? Because a couple of local libs figured they could take a lot of cash out of one of our frozen bank accounts. You know, just take it, and then what, hole up on the Brazos, like no one would notice?

Their malfeasance, literal skulduggery and mutiny is back under control and calm, and cash, is back where it should be.

Libs, don't even think of trying it on again. 

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LSP

You Fool No One

Quite.

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Little Criminals

Old, but gold. Then there's CHOP.

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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

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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