Lexicon

The Big Guy

Let's face it, today's fast moving political spectrum's not easy to understand, so here's a short list of definitions by way of a guide. Via Azmilitary1:

A gerontocracy is a form of oligarchical rule in which an entity is ruled by leaders who are significantly older than most of the adult population.

A kakistocracy is a government run by the worst, least qualified, or most unscrupulous citizens.

Kakistocrat

Kleptocracy is a government whose corrupt leaders (kleptocrats) use political power to appropriate the wealth of the people and land they govern. 

Baroness Gerontocrat of Kleptocristan is only worth >58M

Corporatocracy  is a term used to refer to an economic, political and judicial system controlled by corporations or corporate interests.

Some Wicked Old Crook

Nepotism is a form of favoritism which is granted to relatives and friends in various fields, including business, politics, entertainment etc.

THE BEAST

Cronyism is the practice of partiality in awarding jobs and other advantages to friends or trusted colleagues, especially in politics

 

Favouritism is the practice of giving unfair preferential treatment to one person or group at the expense of another.

 

 Here at the Compound we hope you weren't shocked into an early grave by the infographics find this simple lexicon helpful. In related news, Sussman walks.

Go figure,

LSP

Danse Des Cheveliers

 

This seems appropriate, right about now.

All hail Prokovief,

LSP

Memorial Day

 

The flags are out in force in this small country town as people get ready to have fun with family and friends around the grill. Quite right too, and I'll be firing up the Compound's Weber in short order, but as we behold delicious burgers, toothsome brisket and juicy steaks (what, you can afford that?!? Ed.) remember those who gave and give their lives for our freedom and country.

Via Zerohedge:

But today is Memorial Day, 2022, when we mourn the fallen of the United States Armed Forces who died for our liberty.

And because it is Memorial Day, not burger and beer day, not sports day, not play video games day, not chips and dip day, there is one tradition I hope we try our best to keep.

It involves us taking time out to think hard and long about a soldier’s poem and the poppies, row on row.

“In Flanders Fields” is that soldier’s poem, written in World War I by Col. John McCrae, a man who’d seen the devastation of war, and hopelessness. Yet with clear eyes and a clean heart he wrote of poppy blossoms as rebirth of hope, those bright orange/red papery thin blossoms, as delicate as dreams, waving in the breeze over the freshly dug graves of the dead.

Lest we forget,

LSP 

A Bit Of This A Bit OF That - Video Essay

 

Who knew NATOWAVE was a thing, but so it is.

By way of warning order, Russkies remain operative in Syria.

Your Old Friend,

LSP

Imagine We Win

 

Just look at all these Defense Ministers! No fooling, these are the people nominally entrusted with managing the Armed Forces of Europe. Behold their feminine prowress, and how large and effective do you think the armies these women control are? Hint. Tiny. Pardon GeoStrat genius but without the US they're exactly nothing.

Feel free to disagree and you'll note that the mighty strength of UKLF isn't represented above. OK, the Sceptred Isle doesn't have more than a motor pool of 1st Cav in their armored, snerk, division but still, they're fierce. The UK's military, I think, hasn't been completely turned over to tranny lesbyterianism.

That in mind, imagine our proxy Ukraine winning the war against Russia. Triumphant rainbow flags in Red Square, Pussy Riot playing accompaniment. No more prayer in schools, the army or prisons, oh no that's illegal, free sex-changes for one and all and, guess what, you all have to wear masks because Science. And on.

Picture them, rainbow marching through the Kremlin as Putin and Kadyov are beheaded. That's what we're fighting for, our way of life. Freedom to have a government subsidized sex-change. Think about that and while you're at it on Pharma profits, follow the money.

I don't know about you but I get the feeling Putin's going to resist such a fate. I think the last Christian country in Europe is going to fight against the Rainbow tooth and nail. Well, they're getting there(ish) right about now.

With deep apologies to LL,

LSP

A Very Short Sunday Sermon

 

Christ prays, "That they all may be one; as thou, Father, art in me, and I in thee, that they also may be one in us: that the world may believe that thou hast sent me." There it is. As the Father lives in the Son and the Son in the Father in a perfect donation of self, in an act of love which is the Holy Spirit, so too may the followers of Christ live in God and He in them.

On the strength of this Our Savior continues, "Father, I will that they also, whom thou hast given me, be with me where I am..." Where I am. We know where this is, in heaven, we celebrated the Feast of the Ascension on Thursday, and so in the strength of our union with Christ we pray:

O God, the King of glory, who hast exalted thine only Son Jesus Christ with great triumph unto thy kingdom in heaven: We beseech thee, leave us not comfortless, but send to us thine Holy Ghost to comfort us, and exalt us unto the same place whither our Savior Christ is gone before; who liveth and reigneth with thee and the same Holy Ghost, one God, world without end. Amen.

 

Exalt us unto the same place whither our Savior Christ is gone before. Yes indeed and in the affirmation ask, was Christ's prayer answered? Yes, it was.

God bless you all,

LSP

Patriotism

 

Rightly moved by small town Itasca's war memorial, Wild  commented:

I once heard Chris Matthews pontificating on his tee-vee show trying to explain the xenophobia of the red state hick by saying the little guy loves his country because that's all he's got. Meaning, the more enlightened portion of the populace would not be such fools... Not only did he miss the point, he put his Oldsmobile in reverse and drove off the bridge a second time.

 

he put his Oldsmobile in reverse and drove off the bridge. Dam straight. Patriotism, true love of Patria, begins at home, not with abstract bi-coastal Harvard inspired imagination but with love of where you actually are, the one you're with, your family, village, town, city and on. Chesterton expounds:

Let us suppose we are confronted with a desperate thing, say Pimlico. If we think what is really best for Pimlico we shall find the thread of thought leads to the throne or the mystic and the arbitrary. It is not enough for a man to disapprove of Pimlico: in that case he will merely cut his throat or move to Chelsea. Nor, certainly, is it enough for a man to approve of Pimlico: for then it will remain Pimlico, which would be awful. 

The only way out of it seems to be for somebody to love Pimlico: to love it with a transcendental tie and without any earthly reason. If there arose a man who loved Pimlico, then Pimlico would rise into ivory towers and golden pinnacles; Pimlico would attire herself as a woman does when she is loved. For decoration is not given to hide horrible things: but to decorate things already adorable. A mother does not give her child a blue bow because he is so ugly without it. A lover does not give a girl a necklace to hide her neck. If men loved Pimlico as mothers love children, arbitrarily, because it is theirs, Pimlico in a year or two might be fairer than Florence. 

Some readers will say that this is a mere fantasy. I answer that this is the actual history of mankind. This, as a fact, is how cities did grow great. Go back to the darkest roots of civilization and you will find them knotted round some sacred stone or encircling some sacred well. People first paid honour to a spot and afterwards gained glory for it. Men did not love Rome because she was great. She was great because they had loved her.

 

GKC and Wild, I'd argue, are right in the X Ring.

Your Patriotic Pal,

LSP

The Shooter

 

All the world knows that a killer teen shot up an elementary school in Uvalde, Texas. What a hideous, heartbreaking massacre of the innocents. Everyone knows this.

What they don't know, because our honest, objective, truth seeking, humble, public spirited media haven't reported it, is that the killer was a tranny. That's right, the murderous teen was a gender dysphoric cross dresser. Have a look.

You can imagine the lyrics, "The killer awoke before dawn and put zhir skirt on." Like no fooling, with deadly result. Long story short, this isn't a gun problem, it's a mental health problem and a sickness that's being pushed at every level on our young people in the name of "freedom" and so-called compassion.

Free to be what? A blasphemous parody of a man or a woman, doomed to a lifetime of surgery and Big Pharma infusion. Curse on those Satans who gild their private jets on the backs of our children. They will have their reward.

In the meanwhile, according to the repellent Forbes magazine, over 50% of trannies contemplated suicide in 2020. The pathetic, spurious and misguided Forbes thinks this is because the trannies were rejected as opposed to having a serious mind problem. Let's cut to the chase.

We have a mental health issue, not a gun issue. There was a time, not that long ago, when kids would bring firearms to school and there weren't mass psycho killings. Now there are. What's changed? Here's a closing infographic.

Out Demons Out,

LSP

Epileptic Fit Pride

 

I'll just leave this right here.

Your Old Pal,

LSP

Small Town Texas

 

Welcome to the new normal in the rural idyll that is North Central Texas. But all's not lost, you can still buy regular for $4.39 a gallon, for now.

And drive to Itasca.

Which was prosperous until we declared war on ourselves.

Then it wasn't. Still, there's some bright spots like Karen's, home of famously good bean/brisket burritos, and the Olde Towne Country Store, run by Mennonites(?).

They sell all kinds of locally produced food, spices and much more besides. Their sandwich/deli's not bad either, pretty much a local lunch hangout.

Then there's the war memorial. What a terrible loss of life from such a small town.

Business taken care of I drove back to the Compound and that, all three of you readers, is the story of that.

God bless,

LSP

Surrender

 

I'll just let this repost stand as it is except to say that when I was a very junior LSP I asked a WWII vet "what was it like" when they surrendered. We were in a Morris Minor on the way to Oxford where he taught and I possibly pre-school learned. He replied, "They were incredibly disciplined, even in defeat." That's stuck with me over some 50 years.

Again, a babysitter from Germany in Texas (!) 1972, who had been in Berlin around the end. "What was it like?" She replied, "The Fuhrer would speak to us in the underground from speakers, 'Fight! We will win!'" Maybe it was Goebbels instead of the Fuhrer, and we know how his family ended. Again, an old, hoary and civilized diplomat, "I heard Hitler many times and never thought him anything other than absurd."

Make of this what you will, and if you want something uplifting check out Love The One You're With by the unwashed CSNY.

Cheers,

LSP

Ascension

 

Today's the great forgotten Feast of the Ascension, the closing act in the drama of salvation. Here's Austin Farrer via Anglican Way:

WE are told in an Old Testament tale, how an angel of God having appeared to man disappeared again by going up in the flame from the altar.  And in the same way Elijah, when he could no more be found, was believed to have gone up on the crests of flaming horses.  The flame which carried Christ to heaven was the flame of his own sacrifice.  Flame tends always upwards.  All his life long Christ’s love burnt towards the heart of heaven in a bright fire, until he was wholly consumed in it, and went up in that fire to God.  The fire is kindled on our altars, here Christ ascends in fire; the fire is kindled in the Christian heart, and we ascend.  He says to us, Lift up your hearts; and we reply, We lift them up unto the Lord.

 

The fire is kindled on our altars, here Christ ascends in fire; the fire is kindled in the Christian heart, and we ascend.  He says to us, Lift up your hearts; and we reply, We lift them up unto the Lord. I can't add to that.

Habemus ad Dominum,

LSP