Texas is Golden

 

The Mass was offered, ite missa est, go it is sent, and I drove back to the Compound in a golden haze of sunset. It reminded me of the final hour of a dove hunt and I asked myself, "Why is Texas so awesome?" wondering at the providence of it all. 

But why. Frontier spirit, big skies, the world's tenth or eleventh highest GDP, putting the Lone Star State above lesser countries such as Canada, Australia and Mexico? Well yes, opportunity, energy and growth, there is that, to say nothing of relative sanity compared to prison gulags like Australia and New York.

Maybe that's part of it. Unlike Alberta, no one here's about to tell you to get a serf vaxxport before you can enter a store. You can even clean the shotguns and pistols you don't have, put 'em in your rig and go out and shoot in a friend's field, we have that freedom. Texas and liberty, two very large things to conjure with.

Let's pray they continue to walk hand in hand. In the meanwhile, it's time to fry up some absurdly cheap, pre-Bidenflation steak. What?!? 

Yes, we can eat steak here in Texas, if you know where to look. It's hard to find but you can still get it, as opposed to the soylent cubes and insect hash doled out by our transnational elite, private jet, island owning Millionaire Socialist rulers.

#2A,

LSP

Sic Semper Tyrannis

 

Loser

Something really weird happened today, something totally out of the ordinary and unexpected. That's right, the Democrats actually lost an election. You weren't expecting that, were you, far out, eh? But they did, way to go Old Dominion.

Snerk

Imagine, the sheer temerity of parents objecting to their children being taught they're evil because of the color of their skin. And how could it be that the Party of the most popular president ever didn't win by a landslide. Confusing, isn't it. How?

Precious Metal

Because racism, obviously, which is why Virginia's new Lt. Governor's white, except that she isn't. Way to go, Winsome Sears, USMC. Now let's see more of the same. Everywhere.

Sic Semper,

LSP

All Souls - New Gun

 

A friend gave me his old, rusting, neglected barn gun today, a Remington 870. It was a mess but the bore was clean enough, so I took the beast home and applied Hoppe's and a bore brush.

Filthy Gopping Mess

You should've seen the rust liquefy off, what a nasty, minging, filthy mess. But what a good result in the end, a clean gun, ready to shoot and do battle against the avian adversary and their clay simulacra.

A Clean Gun Is A Happy Gun

That in mind, say a prayer for the repose of the soul of Ronnie Storrs, it was his gun and he wasn't above using it on people who made the foolish mistake of messing about on his land unannounced.  Well, may he rest in peace and may his 870 find a place in the Compound's armory.

#2A

Have a blessed Feast of All Souls and as always,

Gun Rights.

LSP

All Saints

 

Today we celebrate the great Feast of All Saints, of the holy men and women through whom God works with mighty, miraculous power. People whose lives have been transformed, elevated, by supernatural indwelling grace.

Here's Benedict XVI:

But "why should our praise and glorification, or even the celebration of this Solemnity, mean anything to the Saints?". A famous homily of St Bernard for All Saints' Day begins with this question. It could equally well be asked today. And the response the Saint offers us is also timely: "The Saints", he says, "have no need of honour from us; neither does our devotion add the slightest thing to what is theirs.... But I tell you, when I think of them, I feel myself inflamed by a tremendous yearning" (Disc. 2, Opera Omnia Cisterc. 5, 364ff.).

This, then, is the meaning of today's Solemnity: looking at the shining example of the Saints to reawaken within us the great longing to be like them; happy to live near God, in his light, in the great family of God's friends. Being a Saint means living close to God, to live in his family. And this is the vocation of us all...

The Church's experience shows that every form of holiness, even if it follows different paths, always passes through the Way of the Cross, the way of self-denial. The Saints' biographies describe men and women who, docile to the divine plan, sometimes faced unspeakable trials and suffering, persecution and martyrdom. They persevered in their commitment: "they... have come out of the great tribulation", one reads in Revelation, "they have washed their robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb" (Rv 7: 14). Their names are written in the book of life (cf. Rv 20: 12) and Heaven is their eternal dwelling-place.

 

And again:

Holiness demands a constant effort, but it is possible for everyone because, rather than a human effort, it is first and foremost a gift of God, thrice Holy (cf. Is 6: 3). In the second reading, the Apostle John remarks: "See what love the Father has given us, that we should be called children of God; and so we are" (I Jn 3: 1).

 

Holiness requires a constant effort, ain't that the truth, but it is possible for everyone because, rather than a human effort, it is first and foremost a gift of God. Alleluia.

God bless you all,

LSP

Rhodesia

 

And so we come to Rhodesia, a beautiful country which was destroyed by Marxism. Apparently Great Britain was alright with that.

Dear God, what a betrayal of a country. And prosperous, civilized Rhodesia became sh*thole Zimbabwe. Not dissimilar, when you think about it, to our cities and way of life. It all used to be civilized, gentle, and now it's not. What's happened?

Anyone for PT?

A gang of crazed Marxists backed by psycho/sociopaths in suits and their dupe shills have been and are waxing large. Great will be the fall of them. In  the meanwhile, if these clowns think the USA is a rerun of Rhodesia, they'd better think again.

Your Friend,

LSP

Best Music Review - Ever

 

Mia and Juliet knocked it out of the park and made the best music review ever, of Blue Oyster Cult's classic if haunting hit, Don't Fear The Reaper. They love this song, rightfully. Here, check it out:

A few takeaways: "Soothing... the music was astounding... the guitar? Beautiful... the tempo changed... wolf in sheep's clothing... once the wolf gets among the sheeps... shows his true colors... I love it... a siren... versatile... ohhhh!... it sounded so beautiful! I loved it so much, it made my night... the music was astounding... perfect." 

Yes, perfect. Mia and Juliet, you are always welcome here at the Compound and the DLC Mess, unlike the repellent Sting or Madonna, but in the meanwhile, thanks PA for the tip and as always...

DFTR,

LSP

Tiki Nazis

 

Tiki Nazis

Well it's come to this. Democrat operatives dressing up like Tiki Torch Frat Boys, aka Nazis, in a desperate attempt to win the Virginia governorship by pretending to support Glenn Youngkin. 

Smooth move, kids, as in, "Look at us Frat Tiki Nazis, we aloha heil Fuhrer Youngkin!" was their Trader Vic's pathetic message of patheticness. Dam, lookit that. Pan to stunned Virginian populace, Tiki Nazis! Gasp, shock, horror, choke on soul food and tofu. Better vote Democrat.

GET YOUR HANDS OUT OF YOUR POCKETS OR I WILL ATOMIZE YOU

Dear God. Ktyrie. Apart from the sheer, brazen, literal pathetic incompetence of it all, if the Tiki Reich was such a threat, why have to invent it? And then there's the infamous black Klansman. Really? Boys, sorry, persyyns, you have to up your game. 

Quite

These miserable chino-wearing offenders have mostly deleted their accounts, sensibly, and you can read the whole sordid tale of chicanery, idiocy, chinos, mishap and cheap Walmart Tikis on Zero.

Lincoln Project, you need to fire someone for outright ineptitude.

Your Pal,

LSP

And So It Begins

 

And so it begins, empty shelves at the local Made-in-China mart. Sorry, serfs, no luncheon meat for you. And anyway, you wouldn't appreciate it if you had it, much less steak, which we've priced far beyond your reach.

Yes, no more meat for you. But don't worry, there will be other food, nutritious food which doesn't destroy fragile planet earth, our island home. Straight from you to table, recycled. Patriotic even, food for the people from the people.

But seriously, why should we expect people who enthusiastically support, who champion killing babies in the womb at the point of birth, to have anything like a moral compass. What would they not do? At this point of Hideous Strength, I'd say all the cards are on the table. The Abolition of Man is well underway. Pro tip, read those books.

In the meanwhile, make sure you've got plenty of food, water, wine and bullets before the Eschaton hits. If it doesn't? Give even more to the poor, bonus.

Your Apocalyptic Friend,

LSP

Socialist Worker

 

I'm old enough to remember when "Socialist Worker" was supposed to be something about "the workers," you know, people who worked in coal mines, steel mills and all of that. But not anymore, now it's a deranged sex cult. Here, look at these oppressed workers:

Wow, you can sense the oppression, the sheer sweated labor slum conditions of it all. Like Dickensian London, only far, far worse. I mean to say, it can't be easy slaving away at the nearest university sponsored trans theater collective. You never know, someone might mispronoun you.

In the meanwhile, there's plenty of genuine hardship out there as working people get squeezed by rising costs of everything and stagnant or lower wages.

But don't worry about them, Socialist Workers, there's a unicorn to ride.

So over the rainbow,

LSP

Biden's America - Zut Alors

 

Welcome to the new  America, Biden's America, the home of the most popular president ever in the history of Delaware. Do you remember Orange Man Bad, the heinous Russian spy? Of course you do, now he's replaced by someone truly popular, a Peoples' President, our beloved leader. And so we rejoice in song, here it is:

Innit for the long haul, right? 

Cheers,

LSP

Dogs

 

Dogs are barking ferociously here, it's a right ruckus.

The Peoples Coin and it's an adorable Shiba Inu to boot

They celebrate the People's Currency

Hedge Fund

Which ran hard today. Good pup.

See you on the Moon and/or the Detroit Caddy

Where will it end, $28, $69, $420? Hey, I'd settle for a buck and call it a good game well played. But in the meanwhile we hold, diamond hands, in for the long haul. That in mind, let's see everyone's favorite internet magic meme token explode in value as trad fiat implodes in catastrophic Gotterdamerung.

Now there's a warning for us all.

Do only good every day,

LSP

Tanks

"So, did you ever even join the Army," asked my old friend on the tube, you would call it "subway." I replied, "Yes, I did," which nonplussed him, "The British Army." He paused, "Nice, I joined the IDF," which is what he did, "Discipline must've been strict, eh?" Well it was, not that I was much of a soldier. My friend, on the other hand, was.

He'd gone to a prestigious boarding school in London only to get bullied for being a Jew. So, he figured, let's x outta this and go to Israel. What's better, being bullied by entitled idiots or wielding an M16? He chose the latter route.

We met up in Dallas some 20 years later for a delicious grill out. "Tell me," I asked, "How'd it go, your time in the tanks?" He thought for a moment, over a perfectly grilled steak, "We were running Centurions, no kidding, and got ambushed in the Lebanon. Our Lieutenant froze, so I took over, training kicked in and we won. No kidding, Centurions."

Result. I met the driver(?) of his tank at a Kibbutz in the '80s. His hair was grey and he wore a body bandage. Thing is, when their tank blew up somewhere near Beirut, fella went back to retrieve individual weapons, and suffered. Point of this?

Respect to my pal, who lives in Jakarta or somewhere like that. Respect too to all who put their lives on the line. It is, I believe, a line worth holding. Am I wrong? Your call,

LSP