Now You're Vax Dead

 

Colin Powell, our famous, heroic, selfless, honest, not in-it-for-profit general has died. He was 84. Powell was tragically killed in his dotage by the Wu-Flu or China Virus, which is really weird because he was vaccinated against it. 

And that's why we all have to get vaccinated, mandate style, because that'll stop us getting killed by the Bat Bug, just like the vax did for honest general Powell. Except that it didn't. Kyrie, are we at peak insanity? Apparently not.

Two Killers One Demon

In the meanwhile, why wasn't this honorable, truthful, honest general given exemption from the killer vax? You know, like Congress and Federal Judges or postal workers? Perhaps he would have survived the flu.

But maybe the octogenarian believed his own swampish marketing. And now he's dead. 

Remember, lest you judge, the repentant thief.

Your Pal,

LSP 

Country Life

 

We were standing in a field, in the country. "Dam, LSP, with these clowns in charge anything could happen." Thus spoke my friend, a Master Plumber, and I agreed, "Ain't that the truth. Looks to me like the cheese slid off the cracker."

He didn't argue, "Slid off and fixin' to hit the ground." Spit, "Point being, I don't trust banks, 'specially with this $600 IRS bullsh*t. Don't want no part of that." Yes, and we gazed at the big Texan horizon and a pile of old T posts laying there nonchalantly in the sun while time slowed down.

"Thing is," I offered, remembering a bloodied monkey, "Put the cash in a safe and wake up and find USD$'s worth 2 Cents. That's great until it's not." My friend stared aggressively at a rusting pile of scrap iron, laying there under the glaring October sun, "I like the safe strategy, but there is that."

Another pause and a fat dove flew over, "Boom!" we went in tandem, airgunning cerulean, "If we were loaded up that'd be two misses, or maybe four dove. Limit out." My pal grinned through his Oakleys, "Gotta invest in something man, park that cash. Silver?"

My mind went back to a roll-on, a great weight of sterling and a ferocious simian, "I know all about that." Meanwhile, lazy birds flew overhead in the absence of flak and I thought fiduciary, "So where you gonna put that money, fella? How about DOGE$?"

A nod towards an horizon not long tamed, "I got that dog coin, and plenty of him. Not fixing to sell. Unloading Bit and Ether tho. Sell those coins. And it's all good as long we got phones."

"And internet?"

"Yes."

We thought about this and then wisdom opened the door, "You know the old country saying?" My friend turned his head, "What?" I replied, "They ain't making anymore land." Minds met as one, exactly. 

I file this exciting and true post under "country life" and "anything else I care to think about." Also under "concealed carry." Better safe than sorry, what?

Mind how you go,

LSP

Buttigeig Redux

 

Gag

Keen-eyed readers, all three of you, might remember a weirdly disturbing photo of our transport supremo in a hospital bed, holding a baby and looking at another man, also holding a baby. You'd be forgiven for thinking they were blasphemously mimicking something holy, a mother and her husband overjoyed at the birth of a child.

One glance tells you it's all wrong, there is no mother, there is no birth, nothing to warrant a hospital bed. This thing is a fake, an affair of the mind and a blasphemous parody.  But pay attention to detail, here's Katherine:

I've finally discovered what bothers me the most about that photo of these two guys and the babies. It's about them, not the children! They're gazing into each other's eyes, and the swaddled babies are props. Any new mother, in a similar photo, besides looking very tired, will be looking at her child!

 

Yes, it's all about them. Pride, gentlemen and gentlewomen, comes before a fall. We can imagine the magnitude of the approaching collapse. 

Eschaton,

LSP

All Religions Are Not The Same

 

Bernal Diaz describes his first impression of the Aztec capital Tenochtitlán, now Mexico City: 

And when we saw all those cities and villages built in the water, and other great towns on dry land, and that straight and level causeway leading to Mexico [i.e. Tenochtitlán], we were astounded. These great towns and cues [i.e., temples] and buildings rising from the water, all made of stone, seemed like an enchanted vision from the tale of Amadis. Indeed, some of our soldiers asked whether it was not all a dream. It is not surprising therefore that I should write in this vein. It was all so wonderful that I do not know how to describe this first glimpse of things never heard of, seen or dreamed of before...

At the heart of this enchanted city of some 300,000 people was a great temple, the Templo Mayor, surmounted by twin shrines to  Huitzilopochtli, the god of war, and Tlaloc, god of rain and agriculture. Diaz tells us the statues of the deities were encrusted with pearls, precious stones and gold, and that the walls of the shrine(s) "were so caked with blood and the floor so bathed in it that the stench was worse than that of any slaughter-house in Spain."

In front of the bloody pyramid, the scene of an estimated 20,000 yearly human sacrifices, rose the Huey Tzompantli, the Skull Wall or Skull Banner. This held the flayed, decapitated heads of the Aztecs' sacrificial victims. These were strung up between beams, rank on rank, in a kind of grisly abacus about the length of a basketball court. This was flanked at either end by a circular skull tower, approximately 6 meters in width and height.

Andres de Tapia, who served under Cortes, saw the Tzompantli and its accompanying skull towers. He loosely calculated the structures to hold 136,000 heads, and we can imagine him walking about the temple precinct, with its gardens, ornamental ponds, brilliantly feathered birds and a towering wall of human skulls. He must have had time on his hands to do the math.

Historians and anthropologists were in the habit of dismissing all of this as Conquistador propaganda, used to justify their bloodthirsty, colonial oppression and destruction of the Aztec culture. Then, uncomfortably, in 2015 and 2020 archeologists discovered the remains of the skull towers. Diaz, Tapia et al weren't lying.

You see, gentle readers, all religions are not the same, especially when one is a human sacrificing, cannibalist, demonic death cult.

God bless,

LSP

Archbishop Vigano Calls It

 

Unlike the rest of the hierarchy, Italian Archbishop Maria Vigano's no stranger to speaking truth to power. Here he is, via Gateway Pundit:

Archbishop Vigano: It now seems clear to me that we are facing a siege on both the social and religious front. The so-called emergency pandemic has been utilized as a false pretext to impose the vaccination and Green Pass in many nations of the world in a simultaneous and coordinated way… They support them in this wicked plan and go so far as to condemn those who do not accept being subjected to inoculation with an experimental gene serum, with unknown side effects, that does not impart any immunity from the virus, to say nothing of the moral implications related to the presence of genetic material derived from aborted fetuses, which for a Catholic is a more than sufficient reason to not receive the vaccine. We are at war, a war that is not openly declared, that is not fought with conventional weapons, but a war all the same… The alliance is not between state and church. But it is between the deep state and deep church.

Vigano goes on to declare, “The vaccine victims are sacrificed at the altar of Moloch.”

 

We are at war, a war that is not openly declared, that is not fought with conventional weapons, but a war all the same. Yes, a war which is won under the standard of the Cross.

In related news, why are these two kooks in a hospital bed? Because science, which proves men can have babies even though they can't. But they can have paternity leave while the nation's transport system falls apart.

Word on the street is that truckers aren't too keen on delivering to vax mandate devil states. Who knows, perhaps Pete Buttgig and his... wife will learn how to make their own baby formula as the supply chain collapses. I hope so, for the sake of the children.

Cheers,

LSP

Saturday Sermon

 

Jesus says to his disciples, who were annoyingly busy fighting among themselves over their respective positions of power in the  coming Kingdom, "For even the Son of Man came not to be served but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many.” (Mk. 10:45)

Christ does so on the Cross, the throne of his sovereignty, by which he exercises dominion over sin and death, opening the gates of heaven to the faithful and inaugurating the Kingdom. I found this, by the Anglican bishop NT Wright helpful:

We have, alas, belittled the cross, imagining it merely as a mechanism for getting us off the hook of our own petty naughtiness or as an example of some general benevolent truth. It is much, much more. It is the moment when the story of Israel reaches its climax; the moment when, at last, the watchmen on Jerusalem’s walls see their God coming in his kingdom; the moment when the people of God are renewed so as to be, at last, the royal priesthood who will take over the world not with the love of power but with the power of love; the moment when the kingdom of God overcomes the kingdoms of the world. It is the moment when a great old door, locked and barred since our first disobedience, swings open suddenly to reveal not just the garden, opened once more to our delight, but the coming city, the garden city that God had always planned and is now inviting us to go through the door and build with him. The dark power that stood in the way of this kingdom vision has been defeated, overthrown, rendered null and void. 

 

The dark power that stood in the way of this kingdom vision has been defeated, overthrown, rendered null and void. Yes, powerful, though I'd change "garden city" to "heavenly Jerusalem."

That aside, how easy it is to be a porch warrior or for that matter an armchair Christian. Our Savior demands more, we're to take up our cross and follow him, entirely. 

In the end, all will be asked of us. Pray that with James and John we will, by the grace of God, say yes and that by loving as Christ loved us find greatness in the Kingdom of God. And know that the demons, to say nothing of their temporal allies flee before the sign and the life of those who live in Christ crucified.

In Hoc Signo,

LSP

Valour

I was moved by this at several levels, and perhaps you will be too. Respect to Col. Collins, the RIR and all who fought. No comment, except to say that the people who ordered this war for their profit, sitting safe in their millionaire socialist mansions and private jets have blood on their hands. Not least that of true patriots, our soldiers. 

No amount of hiding behind trans bathrooms, statue destruction and astroturf anti-racism can hide their crimes. When judgement comes, and it will, the result will be brutal. The Great Flood.

Now, take the Colonel's words forward.

Your Old Pal,

LSP

As You Were

People think the West is dead, that'd be an error.

Stand steady,

LSP

Bow Jihad

 

Just when you thought 2021 couldn't get more weird and unhinged, a crazed convert to Islam went full Bow Jihad in Norway, killing five people in downtown Kongsberg last night. Yes, Bow Jihad, the Moslem fanatic killed four women and one man with his bow.

According to Norwegian tabloid Verdens Gang the Mohammedan killer is a 37 year Dane who lived in Norway his "whole life" and hadn't worked since the early 2000s. 

Police are attempting to find a motive for the killings, which couldn't be anything to do with a meteorite worshiping Moon cult because Islam's a religion of peace. Like a desert version of Buddhism but way, way more peaceful.

But how big is the Bow Jihad, how many unemployed Danes are lurking unknown in their koranic lairs, how to id the enemy? Good question. Here at the Compound we advise Norway to set up a series of DrawMo contests, irresistible to the Islamic archer, and then sit back and watch the problem meet its solution. Arrow, meet bullet.

In the meanwhile, stand by for anguished cries of "Islamophobia!" as yet another Moslem proves how peaceful the religion of Mohammad the warlord really is.

Kizmet,

LSP

STORMFRONT

 

Lightning cracks across the sky, turning night to day as thunder crashes down like a barrage of guns on the Oder, shaking the house with elemental fury. Our Old Enemy the Weather is at it again. Dauntless, I stood on the porch, braving the lashing rain to do its worst. 

"Do your worst, Weather!" I thundered from the safety of the Compound's spacious, safe, historic and well constructed porch, "Monetize all the debt you like, you green mountebank, but we're not falling for your corporate Bolshevik ponzi."

Ferox, but our enemy ignored me entirely and continued to bombard this once prosperous farming community with a deluge of rain, sky water. What will tomorrow bring? Discarded weaves, needles, cast off Dicky's BBQ beakers, the broken fragments of a child's toy, all that and more floating in a poisonous backflow effluent of broken drains. 

Witch

A parable? Perhaps. In the meanwhile, smart people are sharpening kukris, loading mags, laying in supplies and praying hard for angelic and divine aid. My feeling is that we'll need it in the coming years.

Your Friend,

LSP

You Wicked Old Fake

 

Is our Beloved Leader an utter fraud, a fake? Have a look, here he is getting a "booster shot." Convincing, isn't it. Look, here he is "campaigning."

Compelling, right? And 81 million votes agree, the most ever in any election in our history, and all for Biden because he's so very, very charismatic and popular. Why, then, are people chanting this.

"Go On Brandon." Mystifying, eh?

Cheers,

LSP

Mandate Madness

 

For some weird, unfathomable reason pilots and air traffic controllers aren't too keen on getting the vax as commanded, mandated, by our Beloved Leader.

But EMS workers love being ordered to get the vax. Just kidding, they hate it. It's even rumored our troops aren't too happy about being ordered to get the jab or get a dishonorable discharge. Yes, it's bizarre, but they don't seem to like this.

What brazen, literal, treasonous, sedition. Our popular and loved rulers, who are sacrificially exempt from the vax, clearly have one option and only one. They must arrest these domestic terrorists. For the good of the people. 

Be patient, this will take time. Our patriotic Stasi must first round up the January insurrectionists, and all so-called "parents" who dare question the authority of the State Schools. Be assured, all dissent will be crushed.

Seriously, we've come to this? No planes, 911 or military, to say nothing of nurses, doctors, police and firefighters all on account of greed, lust for power and political posturing? Apparently we have. But at what point will the political pandemic become politically inexpedient. Will our rulers back down or triple down?

You, the reader, be the judge,

LSP