The Peasants Are Stonking

 

How dare they! Unruly serfs launched a massive bull raid on shorted stock today, and value skyrocketed as Hedgefund millionaire socialists scrambled to cover their positions. KABOOM. Gamestop, GME, went from a trifling 17 bucks a share to $292 at the sound of the bell today.

So what? So a lot, because elite billionaires gambled a lot of money on rubbish companies like GME going down in value. Borrow those shares at their stupidly low price, sell them, knowing in your fiscal genius that they'll decline in value, buy them back, return them to the lender and pocket the difference. 

There it is, going short, and how very awesome, let's make money out of failing businesses. Iniquitous, eh?  All hail our asset-stripping overlords. But not so fast.

What if people piled into GME and stocks like it, and drove the price up? You know, like Blackberry, Blockbuster, microcaps and on. Then all of a sudden the genius shorters have to make good on their deal and buy those shares back at massive loss. Welcome to margin calls and utter disaster.

No wonder the /rwallstreetbets Discord server was taken down this evening. But lo and behold, the portal's up again and it looks like the djinn's outta the bottle. Let's see what tomorrow brings. 

That in mind, here at the Compound we have a simple and hopefully compelling message to retail investors. Hold the Line.

Or Stick it to the Man,

LSP

La Marseillaise

 

There's a glory to France, dammit. Of course our globalist NWO, Illuminati, pedo overlords want to destroy that as, perhaps, do the English. Let's hope they fail. Rise up, citizens of France and the world.

In the meanwhile, Amsterdam's revolting. As an aside, have you noticed how leftists are all in favor of lockdowns? They love being crushed by the State even as they tell the world they're against "The Man." Said Bank of America never. What risible garbage.

Stand up for your rights,

LSP

Bless The Ranch

 

"Can you bless the ranch?" What a good question, and I was glad to. It was good to be around horses again and some of them got blessed too. But not all, because the 50 strong herd was "out and about."

So were the chickens, living it up in the barn. Mission accomplished, I headed back to the Compound via semi-flooded dirt and gravel roads, glad of a truck but mindful of an upgrade to 4x4.

All in good time, but first things first, grill up some burgers because the climate had changed, again. And that's the story of that. I file this exciting tale under "Country Life in Texas."

God bless,

LSP

Battle Flag

 

Here's my Uncle at Eton, sometime in the '60s. I post this because: 1. It's awesome and 2. It's awesome. 

That said, he was a Democrat, the party of the Old South and States Rights, of the Republic, and he flew the flag. Respect. Would he do that today or would he be holding up the Rainbow Ensign, the battle flag of the new Democrat Party?

Libs say he would and I turn to them and reply, "You're utterly deluded, if not driven insane by Satan, which you probably are." They gnash their teeth and stomp away. Sometimes they begin to moan and shout.

Floreat,

LSP

Yet More Fog

 

It's another day of mist and mellow fruitfulness in bucolic olde Texas. And I like that, it reminds me of strolling about in the Cairngorms, Snowdonia or 'Nam. That'd be Cheltenham, obviously. This in mind, it's good to see our ancient adversary turn from blazing, stupid hot to something else. Nice. Climate Change, bring it on.

Climatic context set, there we were in the sacristy of Mission #2 this morning, getting ready for the sacred mysteries when the Junior Warden knocked on the door.

"Come in!" I uttered, like Stentor himself, and he did. "What's up, Chief?" he was one, "Thought you might like these," he replied. I looked at the offered copies of NRA's latest MAGAzines and said, "Thank you very much." And then, turning to the Altar Party, "Gentlemen, let us pray," and we did.

An acolyte was heard to mutter, "You know you're in a country parish in Texas when..." And I fixed him with a lazerlike eye as we prepared to process, "Quite." Come and take it was left unsaid. I tell you, they're a good and faithful crew. Praise God for that.

This lifts my spirits and I hope yours too.

Spero in Deo!

LSP

The Fog of Olde Texas

 

Mist, gentle rain, and the fog of war against our old enemy, The Weather. It's like Aberystwyth in June or Oxford in July but no, this is Texas. Not that I'm complaining, it's good to get some Skywater. Speaking of which, they say that if you collected all the rain that fell here you'd have enough water to last the year. So word to the wise, build cisterns for when the grid goes down and civic infrastructure with it.

In other news, the most popular Administration in the history of popularity's promised to "codify Roe v. Wade," thus making access to abortion the "law of the land" and the potential for SCOTUS to overturn Roe moot.

Gerard V. Bradley, a legal prof at Notre Dame, gives an excellent analysis at First Things, you can read the whole thing here. A snapshot:

If the Court were to recognize the unborn as the persons they are, then all the problems Roberts catalogued would disappear. For when the unborn are counted as “persons” equal to others, the universally applicable legal norms about justification and excuse would pertain to them too. In a certain sense, it would be business as usual; abortion would scarcely be a special case at all.

Let's see how this plays out and in the meanwhile, pray that the wickedness comes to an end. As it is, we have a group of vehemently anti-life politicians in control of our country. For them, the right to kill your child in the womb equates to sexual equality, and with it money and votes, a level playing field in the workplace between men and women. 

With abortion, both sexes are free to pursue careers and economic independence without all those inconvenient babies. And what are you worth if you're not out in the workplace earning money? 

Nothing, obviously, said no Marxist ever.

Cheers,

LSP

Debtstar Rising

 

Do you remember the debt? No, not your paltry burden, but the US debt, standing at a mighty, earth shattering and climbing 27 Trillion, at interest, and rising every second. It's a vast, almost unimaginable amount of money and, as with all debt, the people who lent it in the first place want their money repaid.

That's the nature of debt. Take out a loan to buy stuff, like votes, how very awesome, but you have to pay it back, it's part of the deal. Now, how do you pay back 27 trillion bucks and climbing?  You can inflate your way out of it and make your money worthless, or you can can blow off the debt, and make your money worthless.

What a conundrum, and I'm glad I'm just an inconsequential kebab vendor on the information superhighway as opposed to the kind of banker who feels forced to throw himself off a balcony at the age of 57 despite being a multi billionaire. But let's get down to brass tacks.

Note Optic

Our money's rotten and waiting to implode, it's a matter of time. When it does, and it will, who's going to pay the soldiers. Seriously, what's going to happen when the people under arms don't get a paycheck? No one's talking about that, and maybe they should.

But no, they're just sending soldiers off to sleep in carparks as they celebrate the political theater of a stolen election. That'll endear you to the soldiery you have to pay to protect you and who, notoriously, voted for you in the last election. Except that they didn't.

Your Pal,

LSP

Go To Church

 

Preferably with lots of incense, which indicates the prayers of the saints and elevates the spirit to God. Regardless, it was good to drive over to Arlington, which is a suburb of the DFW Metrosprawl, and assist Mass at St. Albans, Arlington.

Which was good. Fr. CC was installed as Master of our province of the Society of the Holy Cross (SSC) and and all was well. And here's the thing, the SCC was set up as a missional society of priests, to claim and defend catholicism for our part of the Church, Anglicanism.

CC will do well at that and I'll support him, 100%, wholeheartedly. Part of this might include skeet shoots, it's happened before. In the meanwhile, consider the power, for good, of a united Christian witness against the evil of age.

Your Pal,

LSP

Science

 

Well here we are, in the land of science, or as someone famously said, "A blasphemous parody of a woman." And, apparently unironically, something to do with the nation's health. Try not to throw up in your made in China mask.

Speaking of health, I risked life and limb to drive into the Metrosprawl conurb this afternoon. And I tell you, it wasn't easy because cars were smashing up like Me 163s coming in to land. Komets aside, the Society of the Holy Cross (SSC) meets in the Fort Worth conurb tomorrow, where we'll install a new Provincial Master.

There's a story in that, because the venerable and awesome SSC is now a game of two halves in North America. On the one hand, there's the Anglo-Catholic clergy who side with the transgender Episcopal Church. And on the other, those who don't.

You can guess which side I'm on, but don't get me wrong, the TEC SSC is attempting an orthodox, catholic witness in their part of the Worldwide Anglican Non Communion (WANC). Good luck, guys. But more on this fascinating facet of ecclesiana later.

In the meanwhile, hail to the Chief, and who would that be, right about now?

Your Pal,

LSP

Morning Covfefe

 

Just enjoying a delicious mug of hot morning covfefe here at the Compound.

Have you tuned in the virtual inauguration of the most popular president figure in the history of popularity? Not to worry, neither has anyone else, which is really weird because everyone loves him, especially all the soldiers.

Cheers,

LSP

Just For Kix

Here's the Gorillaz, note monkeys, and MIA, which is some kind of pop act.

Make of this what you will. 

Glosters Forever,

LSP

OBEY YOUR RULERS

 

Do you remember the old phrase, "It's a free country"? Unlike, say, the old Soviet Union or today's China. That in mind, you'd think our Rulers would think twice before turning Washington DC into a modern variant of the Forbidden City. But no, apparently not.

Perhaps they believe their own marketing and genuinely think that 26k+ soldiers are needed to protect the sacred space of our hallowed governance from crazed mobs of, ahem, Proud Boys and people with the letter Q on their shirts. Yeah, and Joe Biden really got 80 million votes.

No, this is a show of force which says, we own you, we're in power and don't you even think of disputing that. And people on the Left somehow believe they're anti-establishment. Far out. Regardless, I'd say Tucker nails it. Watch the video (sorry, you can't, it's been censored) or read the transcript:

So where's it going to end? George Orwell put it well to the unfortunate Winston, "If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face — forever.” 

Make that a rainbow boot, please, and OK, maybe Tucker's fears of a latter day Thought Police are exaggerated. Then again, maybe they're not, to the tune of an unprecedented military occupation of the nation's capital. 

Cheers,

LSP