Saint-Saens. Then there's awesome.
Cheers,
LSP
Cars and strip malls. You can smell it when you park up in front of the credit union, Margeritas To Go, Chipotle, Sonic, Taco Bell and on. There they are, spewing out fast food exhaust as you park in front of the bank. Hey, I'm not judging but it was weird to venture into suburban DFW metrosprawl today.
This, I thought to myself, is how most people live here. Good, bad, indifferent? I don't know, but what I do know is that all it'd take would be one big tornado to strip it all to the ground. Great would be the faux adobe of its fall. But the wind didn't rise, much, and I35 back to the Compound was mercifully clear, result.
Now, food for thought. When everything gets nasty and money, water and food don't work, how are you going to get out of the cities? Will FEMA or the Army help you? Perhaps the apocalypse elves will spring into action and save everyone. Or not.
Here in this rural haven we're cleaning weapons, throwing last year's furniture in the fire, banking crypto and loading mags.
Your Pal,
LSP
It was one of those days when you drive around the country taking care of business. First stop, the good old Pick 'n Steal, aka "Shamrock Filling Station," via the Meth Shack. The shack's getting fixed up, kind of, by some entrepeneurial Mexicans. Good luck, boys.
Then the Itasca grain co-op, I like that place, followed by post offices, banks, a realtor and all of that. Productive unlike, say, our incredibly popular president's economic policy. Which is... what?
Moar tax, moar debt, but less energy independence because higher gas prices make us all richer, except that they don't. And while we're at it, let's offshore yet moar manufacturing as we open our borders to millions of unskilled migrants. At least that last part drives down wages. Good work, Millionaire Socialists.
If you're thinking this train's coming off the tracks, you might have a point and perhaps that's why people are piling into crypto. Get your cash out of the clutches of the Scylla and Charybdis of central banks and their partners in crime, our governments.
That in mind, Bitcoin's at an all time high, the Peoples' Currency, DOGE$, is testing 0.30 (c'mon pup, run!) and LRC (Loopring) is exploding on rumors of a GME (Gamestop) partnership. No kidding, that token's up >1000% ytd and doubled in value in the last day. I tell you, it's the wild west out there and fortunes are being made and lost as we speak.
Here at the Compound we're pleased with everyone's fave and original Shiba and jaw-dropped at LRC's surge, wish Blue had hit the buy button with his paw when it was .40. But still, can't complain, the annoyingly tech protocol, making for fast, cheap, secure DEX (decentralized exchange) transactions on ethereum is riding high at over 2 bucks a coin. Way to go.
Don't invest more than you can afford to lose, kids. Biden Admin, take note.
Your Pal,
LSP
The beauty of Green lies in its $heer value, value that is if you're one of the people who profits off green bond, central bank monetization. Just imagine the money.
For example, the government has to raise a paltry trillion dollars to save fragile planet earth, so its privately owned central bank buys this, prints the money and sends it right back to our rulers, at interest, thanks to the miracle of digital technology. And hey presto! The USGOV slush fund's a trillion up, big drinks, all'round.
Speaking of which, Evergrande's got a sale on. Let's see how that fortune cookie crumbles. In the meanwhile, be prepared. This house of cards is gonna tumble, watch my tracer.
Your Old Pal,
LSP
We must call people racist even harder. What a winning electoral strategy. Via the Bee:
WASHINGTON, D.C.—Still reeling from their election losses, Democrats have vowed to adjust their strategy by calling people racist even harder.
"The real reason we didn't win these elections is because we weren't calling people racist hard enough," said Joy Ann Reid, Democrat activist/journalist. "We called voters racist on the hour, when we really should have been doing it every minute. And we should have been doing it with more anger and passion.
"I really think it was that we didn't try hard enough to look like insane deranged lunatics. We really need to lean into that more." Reid then screamed at the sky to demonstrate what her fellow Democrat activists should have been doing the whole time.
Terry McAuliffe acknowledged his failure to call people racist with enough frequency and fervor. "I tried my hardest to suggest that the people I wanted to vote for me were hopelessly racist and bigoted. I failed at that task. Next time, I'll just wear a T-shirt 24/7 that says 'you are a racist, dummy' so people will get the picture." McAuliffe went on to say that he also thinks not emphasizing his plan to steal children's minds from their parents enough was a missed opportunity.
At publishing time, the Lincoln Project had vowed to dress more people up as (Tiki) Nazis to really sway the election in their favor.
No further comment,
LSP
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
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
Have a blessed Feast of All Souls and as always,
Gun Rights.
LSP
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.
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
And so we come to Rhodesia, a beautiful country which was destroyed by Marxism. Apparently Great Britain was alright with that.
Your Friend,
LSP
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