Mantid Takeover

Do aliens live among us? Technologically advanced creatures from another star or dimension which have the ability to appear human but are, in fact, extraterrestrials? Could they be hiding in plain sight?

What's their agenda; power, wealth, world domination and the enslavement of humanity? The gradual replacement of mankind with a race of freakish hybrids, drones of the hive mind collective which slavishly do their off-world rulers' bidding?

Are they present in the very institutions we hold dear? The Armed Forces, our revered political class, media and entertainment industry? Even Hollywood itself may not be exempt. To say nothing of our financial institutions, perhaps you remember Dominique Strauss-Kahn.

Some say aliens, Mantis People or Mantids, can even be found at the highest levels of our Holy Mother the Church, where they subvert and twist the Gospel for their own purple-robed, insectoid ends.

Here at the Compound we reached out to Lambeth Palace for comment, but spokespyrsxns for Archbishop Justsin Welby refused to return our calls. 

Were they too busy purging systemic racism, tearing down statues, and creating gender neutral safe spaces for once innocent CoE students? 

Possibly. Never forget, Mantids do not think as we do.

Ad Astra,

LSP

Matrix of Oppression

Take note, heterosexual, male, able bodied, adult, catholic or protestant white people, oppression's terrible thing. A matrix of evil.

Or perhaps a coin. With that in mind, I present...

Hillary Clinton, who may or may not be possessed by Satan along with the party which advocates at birth abortion. 

Don't say Benghazi, Haiti or Moloch.

Your Pal,

LSP

A Constitutional

Leftist heads are exploding across the universe at the prospect of a new Supreme Court Justice to replace Ginsburg. But the mighty Brazos flows on, oblivious to the dying wish of America's iconic  expert on the South African constitution.

Still, the bluffs at the lake stood strong, though the water was high. Higher still and higher until the dam lets out. Not dissimilar, when you think about it, to the pent up fury of the Democrats who stand to see their revolution thwarted by yet another SCOTUS pick.

But that's the point of it all, elections have consequences and there's nothing in the Constitution which says a President can't nominate someone to fill a Supreme Court vacancy in an election year. Rage, froth, and foam all you like while your head explodes, it just isn't there.

So who's the candidate, Amy Barrett? Ted Cruz? Let's see how the deal goes down, but we don't know yet, and neither did the ducks who happily fought for food along the bank. In a few months they might be targets, but not now, right now our target's the Supreme Court and flattening the Marxist curve for decades.

Yes, decades. In the meanwhile, all hail Texas.

Come and take it,

LSP

The Wicked Witch is Dead

No, not Hillary!

RIP, Ruth,

LSP

Art Philosophy

The many art philosophers who read this might disagree, but I find these three stele from Saudi Arabia strangely disturbing. They're radically different, what was in the mind of the makers? We don't know, their culture and thought is lost to us.

They date, apparently, from the fourth millennium BC, but notice their similarity to this statue, Urfa Man, found near Gobekli Tepe, and some 7000 years older:

Some suggest a continuity and there is, to my mind, a resemblance. Does this indicate i. that the Saudi Arabian stele are far older than their given date and/or ii. the existence of a comparatively homogenous culture in the Middle East circa 11,000-4,000 BC?

Possibly, though arch[a]eologists would roll their eyes, snort into their lattes and polish off their BLM figurines before making such wild claims. Regardless, look at this. Again, from Gobekli Tepe:

Here it is in full:

You'll note the position of the hands and possible parallels to Moai on Easter Island. But consider the Shigir idol, carved from wood that's over 11,000 years old. The oldest wooden sculpture we know of in existence and contemporary with Gobekli Tepe.

With Shigir we find ourselves back where we started, with something ancient, unsettling and very different to the way we live now. Perhaps it's just me, but I sense human sacrifice; unholy offerings on the altars of strange gods under the implacable movement of the stars.

That said, I'm furious that the pinko, dropped-on-head-as-infant, ComSymp SJW in charge of Oxford's Pitt Rivers museum has cancelled their immemorial display of shrunken heads. Why? Because they're racist. Wow. Nothing quite like erasing history, commie. More on this latest leftist excrescence later.

Precession of the Equinoxes,

LSP

 

Yet More Signs

Signs are appearing in this small Texan farming community.

Trump signs, everywhere.

And that's interesting because this town is traditionally Democrat. It has been since the Civil War, when the county raised a brigade of cavalry to fight for the Cause.

So what's happened. Could it be that people aren't impressed by four years of "Trump's a Russian agent!", the Mueller hit job, Kavanaugh frenzy, impeachment and now the spectacle of BLM Marxists and their anarchist friends burning down Democrat cities? 

In short, maybe the hysterical, media-backed, ongoing coup attempt by a party which couldn't accept the fact of its own defeat doesn't sit well with people. 

Who knows, perhaps being told by the Left that America's inherently evil isn't a vote grabber in this town. As in Look at you, you're white, you Nazi, so you'd better repent or we'll burn down your house and loot the supermarket. That's why you have to vote for us. Uh huh.

That in mind, there weren't any Trump signs here in 2016, or very, very few, and that's changed.

Let's see a landslide in November.

Your Pal,

LSP

She's A Rainbow

Until she's a backstabbing, knife in the back psycho.  What then? Fall back to your last RV, regroup, and advance to contact. Or simply run like fury :)

Cheers,

LSP

A Sign

Ma LSP's asking if it's alright to put this sign up in her Dallas neighborhood. I said yes but the question's rhetorical, sign's up. The libs in her gayborhood, Winnetka Heights, let the reader understand, will snarl, gnash their teeth and curse.

If needs be, I'll drive in from the country, sit on the porch with a .45 and a 12 and guard the sign from the enemy. But note to the signers.

Science isn't God? No, not fake science, but the real deal, taken to perfection; knowledge personified and necessary. Different story, surely.

And I nearly forgot, follow @LoneStarParson on twitter. Same story, different platform.

Crush the NWO Underheel,

LSP

Aaaand They're Satanists

 Patrisse

Well maybe not, just necromancers, channeling the spirits and powers of the dead. This is Patrisse Cullors, one of BLM's three founders in a video call with Melina Abdulla, LA BLM chapter founder:

At its core, it’s a spiritual movement. You can’t pretend like that work is just organizing work. That’s, you know, that’s some serious stuff.

When we say the names, right, so we speak their names, we say her name, say their names, we do that all the time that, you kind of invoke that spirit, and then those spirits actually become present with you.

Cullors' comments on necromancy followed Abdulla's:

Maybe I’m sharing too much, but we’ve become very intimate with the spirits that we call on regularly, right. Like, each of them seems to have a different presence and personality, you know. I laugh a lot with Wakisha, you know. And I didn’t meet her in her body, right, I met her through this work.

She went on to emphasize the importance of invoking spirits, referencing popular BLM name chanting:

Gross

When we say the names, right, so we speak their names, we say her name, say their names, we do that all the time that, you kind of invoke that spirit, and then those spirits actually become present with you.

Spirituality is at the center of Black Lives Matter, and I think that’s not just for us, I feel like so many, um, leaders and so many organizers, um, are deeply engaged and in a pretty, um, important spiritual practice.

Cullors, Abdulla and how many others are practitioners of Ifa, West African Yoruba ancestor worship, with an emphasis on spirit possession and associated divination. You know, tell the future with the help of your dead spirit friend.

I tell you, this fight is against principalities and powers, and the Devil, like a roaring and ramping lion prowls, seeking whom he may devour.

Runway Model

Nigerian friends tell me Christianity is this remarkable thing, freeing them from the dead hand of their ancestral demons. Think, Western Man, sorry, pyrsxn, of your fate had Ygdrasil not been chopped down.

Hey, it's all a great Afro larf 'til Orisha's gnawing on your buddy's shin bone. Don't say Tayo.

Out Demons Out,

LSP

Cooking With LSP - Chicken Pot Pie

What? Cooking with LSP, that's both dangerous and stupid. Not so fast punters, here's how it's done.

First up, get some chicken thighs (4) for around 5 bucks at Walmart, or wherever. Boil them with salt and pepper, maybe a bay leaf, in a pot for around 30 minutes. Then remove the boiled thighs to your fridge in a bowl to cool down. Keep the water they were boiled in, this is your stock, chicken stock.

In the meanwhile, melt 1/4 cup of unsalted butter in yet another pot. Add 2 sliced carrots, a small chopped onion, a sliced stick of celery, and maybe some garlic, your call. Simmer these in the butter for 5 minutes or so. Wow, look at that, vegetables. So very healthy.

Next step, add 1/3 cup of flour to the simmering veg. Stir it about, then pour 2 cups of your homemade chicken stock into the mix, followed by a cup or so of frozen peas. Stir that too and watch in wonder as it reaches creamy consistency. If it doesn't, add more flour, if it's too thick add more stock. While you're at it, apply salt, pepper and a dash or two of Worcestershire Sauce.

Let it all combine and simmer for around 20 minutes, stirring. In the meanwhile, you've removed all the chicken from the bone, fed the dog with chicken skins, chopped up some mushrooms, washed up and... added chicken and mushroom to the pot.

Stir it up. Let it simmer. No need to rush and freak out, have a glass of wine and admire your pistol, or kukri. Bull up a shoe, a gas mask, clean a gas regulator, shine a cap badge or whatever comes to hand. Reverie over, unfold some unfrozen puff pastry, roll it out on a floured surface and stand by, you're almost there.

Pour the pie mix into whatever counts as your pie dish. Cover the mix with a rolled out sheet of pastry, maybe add some leftover pastry bits to the thing by way of fun. No matter, your call, then put it in a 375* preheated oven for around 30 minutes.

At the end of which, take the pie out of the oven and fall upon your scoff.

Like a warrior,

LSP

A Short Musical Interlude

Have you noticed how Wakandans invented electricity, the internal combustion engine, penicillin, the wheel, space flight itself? And let's not forget, the Age of Aquarius.

Let's hear it for South African farmers.

Cheers,

LSP

Exaltation of the Holy Cross

Today's the Feast of the Holy Cross and Christians everywhere, if they think about it all, scratch their heads and ask why September 14th?

Because the Eastern Roman Emperor Heraclius returned the Cross to its rightful place in Jerusalem's Holy Sepulchre on September 14, 629 AD. Where had the most holy relic in Christendom been until then? With the pagan Persians who, under their King Chosroes II waged war against Constantinople, capturing Jerusalem and the Cross in 608, along with much of the rest of Asia Minor.

However, despite near total defeat, Heraclius, possibly the last classical Roman Emperor, launched a successful campaign against the Persians, defeating Chosroes in 627 at the battle of Nineveh and advancing on his capital, Ctesiphon. 

Chosroes was subsequently overthrown and killed by his bloodthirsty son Kavad, who gave the Cross to Heraclius in a gesture of goodwill. And so the Wood on which hung the Saviour of the World returned to the Holy City. Restored on the same day as the Church of the Holy Sepulchre's consecration, September 14th.

Legend has it that Heraclius attempted to carry the Cross into Jerusalem in his bejeweled regalia but was mysteriously unable to move forward. The city's Patriarch, advised by an angel, put matters right; the Emperor must proceed in sackcloth, barefoot, and he did.

So the Cross came back to the Sepulchre. Within a few short decades it faced another enemy, Islam, which arose like a storm from the East and swept both Persian and Byzantine empires before it.

O GOD, who by the passion of thy blessed Son hast made the instrument of shameful death to be unto us the sign of life and peace: Grant us so to glory in the Cross of Christ, that we may gladly suffer shame and loss; for the sake of the same thy Son 

our Lord. Amen.

God Bless,

LSP