Try Not To Be Sick

 

You know the old saying, "I support the science!" and its answer, "No you don't, you support the Democrat party." Point being, it's remarkable to me that so many cling with such religious fervor to the two party paradigm of yesteryear. And they do, old habits die hard but what's the reality?

Being in power and coining it off the asset-stripping globalization of America. The two party myth is just that, a myth. LL puts it succinctly:

This is no longer about Democrat vs Republican. We’ve been well past that for a long time. When President Trump was elected, it threw a monkey wrench into the systemic globalization of America. That’s why the Republican leadership of the House and Senate (Ryan and Boehner) turned on him and stifled his agenda when Republicans owned majorities in both houses of Congress. The people have turned on Brandon/Ho and the numbers show it – but can they keep the momentum going long enough? It all remains to be seen. Will Nipah be released to disrupt the 2024 elections? Don’t underestimate our masters.

Remember that? Ryan and Boehner doing their damndest to sabotage a President who had the brazen, literal temerity to say he wanted to make working class Americans more prosperous and, while we're at it, throw out the gravy train trough our rulers were/are swilling from.

How dare 45 impact the bottom line. What. A. Nazi. And corporate sponsored rainbows will make everyone richer as migrant labor floods the country. Hands across the aisle, let's keep the serfs down and ourselves high on the hog. Martha's Vineyard mansions all 'round and don't mention central banks, debt at interest and war.

Note US Javelin in Fascist Ukraine

That in mind, one savant in the oil and gas industry put it like this, "The problem with debt is that someone, eventually, wants to get paid back." Or, in the late Thatcher's words, what happens "when you run out of other people's money?"

I suggest, influential international readership, that the people with guns will take over. In the UK that'd be a small but select crew, unless Latvia, Belarus or the Ukraine takes you over, which they might. Big vodka, not a bad result. Here in the US? Things might be more... complicated. OK, I'm apocalyptic, but hey, ESCHATON.

Your Old Pal,

LSP

AAAAND IT'S GONE!

 

And just like that, in a desperate bid to save his cratering career flash of Etonian brilliance, Prime Minister Boris Johnson has ended the UK's draconian COVID laws. No more nonsensical masks, no more vax passports, no more jab mandates, unless you're a health worker, and on.

Here's Zero:

Restrictions including COVID-19 passes, mask mandates, and work-from-home requirements will be removed in England, UK Prime Minister Boris Johnson announced on Wednesday. Johnson also suggested that self-isolation rules may also be thrown out at the end of March as the CCP (Chinese Communist Party) virus pandemic becomes endemic.

Effective immediately, the UK government is no longer asking people to work from home.  The COVID pass mandate for nightclubs and large events won’t be renewed when it expires on Jan. 26. And from Thursday, indoor mask-wearing will no longer be compulsory anywhere in England.

The requirement for secondary school pupils to wear masks during class and in communal areas will also be removed from the Department for Education’s national guidance.

Roaring cheers from lawmakers could be heard in the House of Commons following Johnson’s announcements on masks.

 

Wow. So all these desperately important, vitally important because without them you'd die restrictions aren't necessary after all. What changed in the course of a week, the virus? Did it somehow become magically less deadly or does political opportunity affect immunity?

BoJo, You Are A Cockwomble

Stay tuned for the US to follow the UK's lead as the deadly killer virus becomes as 99.9% survivable as it always was. Don't say Midterms, scam, corruption, deceit, profiteering and brazen GloboCap iniquity.

Your Buddy,

LSP

And She's Back!

 

It's her turn, again. Democrats are so worried by the massive unpopularity of the Doddering Old Crook and the Whore that they've turned to the BEAST, Hillary.

Maybe she will rescue 2024 because so good looking and not corrupt. Just look at her fine figure! And everyone loves her voice, remember that? So mellifluous.

But maybe she will lose again, to President Trump. Second time unlucky, and get lost onna beach in the Hamptons. Such utter seaside misery!

Or not. Perhaps she'll win and get the total, absolute power she's always craved. At which point we'll have to ask, what is this horror film we're living in? Think, punters, when there's no more room in Hell the damned shall walk the earth.

Out Demons Out,

LSP

Great Art

 

We love great art at the Compound.

Sometimes it comes from the street.

Even the streets of DC.

Comply? But of course, great art has a message.

Sabo's been busy too, on another coast.

Cheers,

LSP

Calm. Down. Or Don't

 

Calm down, everything's normal. All's well. This is totally not the end of Western Civ amd we're not living through a massive GloboCap PSYOP. So don't get overexcited, and above all, fellow serfs, take the vax. Surely you want Pfizer to get richer. 

That in mind, we hope you've all got the vax because that'll save you from the killer virus with a 99.87% recovery rate. And the famous booster, which really saves you from the killer plague.

Dear readers, have we ever lived in a time of such deceit, outright corruption and low skulduggery in high places? I challenge you, yes, challenge you to equal such an era of in your face, brazen malfeasance. Like take stock, Hillary's touted for a '24 run because Doddering Old Crook and Cackling Whore just don't cut it.

Listen up team, Crush the Marxist Snake Underheel.

Your Old Pal,

LSP

Insurrection

 

As it was then, so now, insurrection and sedition are in the air. Problem being that people don't trust their beneficent overlords in DC. The Eagle, they feel, has turned into a demon and so up with the Cross. Or something like that.

We can wax larger on an evil, corrupt managerial mandarin class losing it's grip as it comes to the end of an age and desperately clings to power, and on. But let's get down to brass tacks, to the meat of the thing. Who has the power?

The people with bullets, obviously. Let's hear it again, the people with bullets, and that'd be the Army. You can see, readers, all three of you, why previous Admins purged Command. Whatever, let's get down to it preppers and associated friends, here's the deal.

"Put a Bradley on the fkn street and go brrrrrrr," said the young 'un, and he's not wrong. Point being, we have to have the Army. The Left knows and fears this, and the troops hate them. They scorn the Marxist snake.

Make of this parable what you will.

Rise Up,

LSP

Global Warming And Other Things

 

Yesterday was freezing, as in doomed retreats from Moscow. Today was hot, T shirt hot. Such is our fickle enemy, the WEATHER. Global Warming aside, or is it Climate Change?, we pulled into an ersatz burger franchise after Mass #2. The Specialist was hungry, "Dad, I'm really hungry, I have to eat!" 

I didn't say "bill it to the Army" and dutifully drove in to a drive through, where the attendants were indecipherable because they were wearing NKVD 95 masks. It was like one of my kid's dystopian computer games, mumble... mumble. "Say again," and so they did, "$5.67, four cheeseburgers."

Fortified by fake hamburgers and wondering why $4.67 has miraculously turned into $5.67, have these facsimile burgers somehow gained in value?, we drove back to the Compound where everything was well.

Shotgun by the door, check (older 870 Wingmaster). Aged Blue Heeler asleep on a Moslem rug, check. Sun shining, yes please and thank you God, decent red wine? Obvs. All good and time for a nap I thought, after all, a workman deserves his wages.

No sooner done than a knock on the door, "Can I come in, are you decent?" Resisting the urge to bellow damn your insolence! I replied "sure." The boy wanted me to look at his laptop, which I did. What the Devil is this?

A pass grade on his CS degree practice semester test. Well done, young man. Now take the real deal and ace it.

Point being, gentlemen and gentlewomen, life is made up of small victories. As in, "Crush the Marxist snake underheel."

Ad Maiorem Dei Gloriam,

LSP

It's Freezing - Sick Communion

Typical Texas Street Scene

Our Old Enemy the Weather knows no shame. One moment it's  warm and balmy, like Spring, the next? An icy wind cuts across flash frozen Texan tundra, it's like the Day After Tomorrow but this isn't New York, no, it's the Lone Star State.

Regardless, the ferocity of the elements didn't stop me driving out into the windswept steppe to bring the Sacrament to a sick churchman. I rolled up to his ranch and there he was, resting up. "Father," he asked, "can you get the dogs in, please?" 

Take This Man The Sacrament

"Sure," I replied, and called them in, bounding joyfully into the house, big sticks in their happy canine mouths. But they weren't sticks, they were deer bones, I should've looked closer before I noticed the smell. "Padre," exclaimed the rodeo star invalid, "Tucker's got a big ass bone in his mouth." So he did, and so did Lucy.

"Get those dam things and throw 'em out back. And wash your hands," which is exactly what I did, before administering Holy Communion. "Get better, man, we need you back at the Altar."

I file this exciting tale under Country Life in Texas and Climate Change.

God Bless,

LSP

Typical Night at The Compound

 

Never a dull night at the Compound. In other news, do you think the NWO/Illuminati COVID narrative's about to shift or pivot? Away from the midterm election disaster of Vax, Mask, Lockdown to sedition, treason > solitary confinement forever?

As in, Obey Your Rainbow Rulers, serfs.

Gloriana,

LSP

Winged Hussars

 

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Carry on, RHSM. 

As you were,

LSP

Te Deum

 

I leave you with this.

Gloria,

LSP

What A Beautiful Day

 

Yes, the sun shone, big birds wheeled across the sky, woodpeckers did their thing in the pecan trees and the squirrels got, well, nasty. I guess they thought it was Spring, and it sure felt like it, T shirt weather. So, struck by the beauty of the moment I reflected on the Gospel for Sunday, the miracle at Cana, water into wine.

This struck me, by Farrer:

Christ attended a wedding.  What, then, was Christ’s concern – what is Christ’s concern – in the weddings of his friends?  We do not read that he laid down the law to them at that time, or told them their obligations – we read that he concerned himself with the supply of their wine.  It seemed a shame to him, if anything was lacking that could spread abroad delight.  The bride and bridegroom drank from the cup.  They passed it round, and their friends tasted the very flavour of their joy.  Christ would not bear to see the flow of happiness interrupted, for lack of wine in which to drink it.

Does this surprise you?  Did you not expect Jesus to be the servant of natural delight, the abettor of warm-hearted pleasure?  But have you forgotten what Christ is?  He is the desire of nations, he is the joy of all mankind: he came to take away the cold religion of duty, and to substitute the religion of delight.  We are to do our duty – yes, but we are to delight in it, for the love of our neighbour, and for the dear love of God.  There is nothing else but this, that we can hope for in heaven itself – nothing but to do good unalloyed by any meanness, and to do it with infinite delight.  And how shall we be able to do so?  By feasting on the vision of a face, whose eyes are the deep wells of happiness and love.

It is not surprising at all, then, that Christ should begin his ministry at a wedding: for a true marriage is a special favour of God’s grace, and a direct foretaste of heaven.  God’s glory is reflected, for those who truly love, in one another’s faces; they see the Creator shining through his handiwork, and the vision inspires them with a simple delight in doing one another good, and in furthering God’s will.  Those who are being married know what they want to do: and it is exactly what God desires them to do.  They do not, as the rest of us so often must, make themselves care about the will of God: they do care for it: for they care for one another.

 

I sent this to a churchman who writes books like we shoot, a lot, and he liked it too. "It is clear," he emailed magisterially, "that Jesus loved a good party—that was about 120 litres of the best :)" Well said!

Do not lose heart, punters, whatever the circumstance. Instead, rejoice in the power of the Lord who is joy in Himself and shares that perfection with us, His Bride, the Mystical Body of Christ.

Ad Gloriam,

LSP