The Feast Of St. James The Apostle Matamoros

 

Today's the Feast of St. James the Greater, brother of St. John. He was beheaded on the orders of King Herod Agrippa around 42 A.D. and is thee patron saint of equestrians, soldiers and Spain. Here's a prayer:

GRANT, O merciful God, that, as thine holy Apostle Saint James, leaving his father and all that he had, without delay was obedient unto the calling of thy Son Jesus Christ, and followed him; so we, forsaking all worldly and carnal affections, may be evermore ready to follow thy holy commandments; through the same Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

 

According to legend St. James was buried in Spain and gave supernatural aid to the Christian army at Clavijo, defeating the Moslem Moors:

During the Battle of Clavijo, it is said that Saint James the Great miraculously appeared to provide assistance to an outnumbered Spanish Christian army, helping them gain victory against the Moors who had started their conquest of Hispania in AD 711. The battle is placed between AD 834 and 844, about 800 years after the death of St James the Greater. According to legend, Saint James, appeared as a warrior on a white horse amidst the Spanish army, wielding a white banner. Upon seeing him, the Christian army cried out “¡Dios ayuda a Santiago!” which translates to “God save St. James!” It is believed that more than 5,000 Moors were killed during the battle, earning St James the title Matamoros or “Moor-slayer”.

 

¡Dios ayuda a Santiago!

LSP

Are You A Burner?

 

Burning Man's coming up, punters, in just a few weeks. So we have to ask, what sort of Burner would you be? OK, I know only a few of us could begin to afford the huge cost of this elite hippy desert extravaganza or even want to go, but say you could.

Perhaps you would be a Flying Circus hippy.

A Running Swine hippy?

Maybe a Space Reich hippy by a dying tree.

Or just a simple Dome Head.

Then there's always the cowboy option.

down to earth, what?

Here at the Compound we like the cowboy track, allied with Safari Expedition: Tents, rifles, Pimms, Coronation Chicken et al. Then, when the wealthy zombified art hippies are shuffling to the denouement of their freak fayre, a giant burning man, we drop the boom. Recollected readers will remember the film.

Be careful out there,

LSP

What Do You Want To Be When You Grow Up?

 

Oh my, serious question. What do you want to be like, a beautiful trans rainbow unicorn or something else? Like, maybe, Pinochet? Hey, your call and here's some homework:

What a wise child! A young defender of freedom against the Marxist scourge which would chemically and surgically castrate him in the name of freedom. I say again, we're fighting against utter insanic iniquity. Really, your boy is a girl? Good call, let's get her to the surgeons to realize that dream. Then she'll be sane... or not, but there will be profit.

Though not her's, she'll have to live with a lifetime of Big Pharma medication and a 40%+ tendency to kill itself. And all in the name of freedom. Good work, satanic rainbow genius patrol.

I call Satan,

LSP

Let's Hear It For Kyle

 

What a brave and collected boy. Green haired, trans radical, Berkley, ahem educated mountebanks don't agree with this, they think hes a Nazi for daring to protect a town from the "mostly peaceful" antics of the radical left... How dare he. Some black people don't agree with this pathetic leftist consensus:

Gentlemen and women, as you were. This a mission. 

Take note,

LSP

How Do You Gender Identify?

 

Some brainy rainbow profs from Oregon State University decided to conduct a woke survey to test the representation of trans and gender nonconforming undergraduates in STEM (science, technology, engineering and math) studies. They weren't happy with the result.

When asked about their gender, many respondents identified as "Attack Helicopters," specifically "Apache Attack Helicopters," though one student identified as a V-22 Osprey. You can read all about it on Zerohedge.

In the meanwhile, one of the brainiac research team has had to be taken into special counselling because of the trauma received from survey replies. Unsurprisingly, the gender boffins at OSU have published a paper slamming attack helicopter Fascism and promoting revolutionary gender Marxism. Here's a sample, via Zero:

“The university at its most ideal can be envisioned as ‘a central site for revolutionary struggle, a site where we can work to educate for critical consciousness’ using ‘a pedagogy of liberation.'”

"Identities such as transgender status in STEM teaching should similarly not be taught as 'single issues' but be conceptualized as one component of our multifaceted experiences with power and oppression—and that categories such as race, gender, and sexuality have roots in European colonial logics shared by fascist movements."

"Engineering graduates in the U.S. frequently work in fields such as fossil fuels, defense, construction, and technology upon graduation, and could be taught about these field’s relationships with national and global racial capitalism."

 

Imagine, all two of you readers, the sheer, vast, huge amount of money spent or borrowed by this academic genius patrol to achieve such... nonsensical, immoral, bizarre, iniquitous, risible drivel. Race, gender, sexuality; wow, how very utterly totally fascist.

I tell you punters, they've been driven insane. By Satan. And then some. So, how do you identify?

Cheers,

LSP

Hippies - Is There Hope?

 

Hippies, typically filthy, unwashed, misguided and now trans blasphemous parodies of men and women. Yes indeed, but is there hope for these misguided denizens of Austin, San Francisco and Portland? Perhaps, and here at the Compound we've worked with Beans to suggest a template.

Lure them to a pop festival, a "freak fayre" if you like. Secure the perimeter, set up in force with tents, safari rifles and all of that. Next step? Drop the boom, I won't go into detail. And then?

hippie

Issue the wretched hippies with fatigues and boots, shave their hair, start remedial PT, get that drill going (they don't get real rifles at this point, obvs), issue ironing boards and starch. And carry on, all conducted by LL, the RHSM (Regimental Horse Sergeant Major) who's taken over the SOUND STAGE, with its mighty amplification.

Hear it, punters, "By the left... QUICK MARCH!" And watch them move like clockwork across the desert expanse. Think yourselves lucky, hippies. And what can we say, problem? Solution. Yes, there is hope.

Peace And Unity,

LSP

The War

 

All eyes are fixed on Ost Front and the war, where Ukraine launched an offensive in June in the hope of driving to the Black Sea and severing Russia's land bridge with Crimea. But the offensive stalled in the face of Russian air power, artillery dominance and massive minefields. 

whoa...

NATO trained and equipped mechanized brigades floundered and died before they even reached the first  fortified lines of Russkie defense. Why, how could this happen? They had Leopard tanks, Bradleys, AMV 10s, MWRAPS, Mastiffs, M113s, HIMARS and so much more. It's cost you, the taxpayer, billions. That's right, billions, and it didn't break through. Why?

you fat, mad, fraud

Obvious answer. NATO equipment needs NATO officers like Major Rachel Jones to operate correctly. UKR needs to diversify if it's going to increase force lethality. Got that? Because diversity is our strength, see Major "Rachel" fake woman Jones above.

our depressed, suicidal command, trans them all

I say again, if we're gambling on never having to fight another big war again, why are we calling for moar war? Serious question, have we been driven insane by Satan?

In Hoc Signo,

LSP

Just Look At The State Of That!

 

This is a US Navy Ohio Class submarine outbound this afternoon. Can you imagine serving on this rust bucket? I'd feel ashamed.

rust never sleeps

Speaking of which, our defense budget is nearly $1 trillion or approximately one year's interest payment on our national debt. And here's the new head of the Navy, Admiral Lisa Franchetti. 

some kind of joke?

Are you filled with confidence in our diversity hiring warfighting capability? Or, on the other hand, do you think we're gambling like Europe on never really having to fight a peer-to-peer war again on an industrial scale, ever?

live rust

Serious questions, and what's up with our mighty and once proud Navy. Our ships are starting to look like the rusting SovBloc hulks of the 1990s. Your call, readers.

Non Sibi Sed Patriae,

LSP

Try That In A Small Town

 

Jason Aldean's Try That in a Small Town is being panned by lib critics and got pulled from CMT. His crime? Daring to say that the immensely peaceful George Floyd kickoffs wouldn't be tolerated in small town America. 

Or to put it another way, revolutionary leftist skulduggery ain't gonna fly in the country. Which is true. But here's the song, #1 on iTunes, curiously:

Good call, Mr. Aldean, but what do black people think? I like these two patriots, via Infowars:

Well said boys. And it's true, the systemic race hoaxers tried it here, in North Central Texas (NCT) driving a bus full of green haired malefactors from Dallas to land in front of our Confederate War Memorial.  Excuse me?

Good move, genius patrol. Then police Tahoes arrived, townsfolk patted their concealed carries and the wicked, mendacious, misguided, aggressive, nihilist, ersatz Rainbow got back on its bus and went home. No harm done.

Good work, Mr. Aldean. About time some people stood up and called this wicked Bolshevik evil out for what it is. But that's just me, you may think something else entirely. 

One Love,

LSP

The Laughing Man

 

The laughing man. Here he is, long but worth the watch:

Congo Muller. There he is or was. Make of it what you will.

Pro Patria,

LSP

Would You Go To A Pop Festival?

 

when there's no more room in hell the dead shall walk the earth

The phone rang, "Hey, gotta minute?" Yes, it was Canada and I replied, "Sure, but only a minute or two because I have to drive out to the lake and say Mass. That's if I don't melt first, the cab's maybe 120*." 

Typical DLC Campaign Tent

My Northern cohort thought about this for a moment, "That's hideous. Turn on the engine and AC, have a smoke and let it cool down, try that." I did, and Alberta continued, "Here's what's happening, the kids are going to Shambhala, it's like Burning Man but maybe worse, so I'm babysitting." 

Some of the boys

The cab cooled and I replied, "You'd have to pay me a whole lotta cash to go to a place like that." Yes, of course, and now it's over to you, the reader. 

Coronation Chicken please, and Pimms

Would you go to a pop festival and if so, how? Here at DLC (Dallas Light Cavalry) HQ we feel it'd have to involve a small fleet of flatbeds, a powerful sound system  playing uplifting Imperial music, Curzon style, and several tents, to say nothing of staff. 

But that's us. As ever, your call,

LSP

Diocesan Recruitment

 

Many years ago I sat at a table of good bishops, real bishops, bishops that weren't and aren't afraid to stand for Gospel truth and apostolic teaching. One of them suggested I apply for for a position in London, as a kind of force multiplier, perhaps.

LSP onna horse

The Rt. Rev. Jack Iker looked a bit nonplussed and I replied, "Your Lordship, I suggest a new diocesan recruitment strategy." He raised a quizzical if professional eyebrow and I continued, unashamed, "It goes like this. Can't shoot, can't ride, can't fish, can't get in." Wisdom, do you not think?

typical

But by all means feel free to disagree and bet against the Monkey and devil take the hinder.

Your Old Pal,

LSP