Goodnight

 

Sleep Tight,

LSP

Branded Burger

Do you go out for dinner? I don't, hardly ever, but tonight a kind churchman invited, "We'll be in town this evening where we can do our business. Why not join us for dinner afterwards?" What, dinner in the NCTEZ (North Central Texas Exclusion Zone)? Terrifying prospect, but it can be done, at Branded Burger.

Branded Burger is a family owned Midlothian restaurant which has expanded into a few neighboring towns and their slogan is, "Where The Locals Eat." Their signature is a burger in a bun which has been branded with their... brand and stabbed through with a black plastic knife.

As in, take that, burger, I forgot my Benchmade or Opinel, so here's this plastic knife statement. Marketing aside, the Branded Burger is pretty dam good, coming in seared and quick at around 7 bucks. The patty? Close to an inch thick and properly medium rare. Yes, this is a good burger and I devoured mine like a hungry wolf.

Verdict: If you're lucky enough to travel through our storied lands, stop at Branded Burger, they're alright.

Boodles Forever,

LSP

Cossacks

 

Wer're going to war against this, without an industrial base. Good call, genius NeoCon Warlords. Here's the song:

Cheers,

LSP

Open Borders Begin At Home

 

Here at the Compound we believe in practicing what we preach.

That's why we call on Democrats to open their doors to show their personal commitment to an open border.

Anything else would be hypocritical Nazi Fascism, right?

Keen-eyed readers of this mind-blog will note Chicago and other, ahem, sanctuary cities aren't too keen on bus loads of illegals arriving in their progressive utopias, they can't afford it without massive taxpayer cash. But here's where you, the person who voted for this, can make a difference. Open. Your. Door.

OK, just an excuse to repost some awesome infographics. But seriously, what kind of hypocrisy, skulduggery and malfeasance are we facing here. Substantial, to say the least, and it can be parsed thus: Import millions of people into the country, give 'em amnesty and a vote and hey presto, one party Blue State per saecula saeculorum, por los siglos de los siglos, et nunc et semper. Amen. And guess what?

All the libs and their fellow travelers choke for this, gag for it and get all rainbow solemn about the Statue of Liberty. Unh hunh, open your doors and pay for it, you utter hypocrites. Speaking of which, you'll be pleased to know that Mission #1's sorted out accommodation for our new Mexican curate.

He's a good guy, a "tent maker" who likes El Senor Trump and the Latin Mass, as do I, you'll be totally surprised to know.

How pleasant it is when brethren dwell together in unity.

God Bless,

LSP

Space Aliens

 

Imagine you were in this nightmare world, a country controlled by space aliens who had the moral compass of insects, who saw you as an object, pure and simple, to be used to sate their voracious appetites. A terrifying vision.

Stupid farmer, pay your carbon tax and die

Now imagine further that these aliens, let us call them Mantids, have taken control of the Church, the Schools, the Media and Government, our Finance too. Such is the subtlety of their off-world tech, and you, the human, are their prey to be experimented and fed upon. Yes, fed upon, even as they drive you from your farms into the insect vats. You see, they want the land for themselves.

Mantids and a Grey

A terrifying vision indeed and we must thank Gaia we haven't been taken over by predatory, psychotic Mantids, and that everything's OK. Government, Schools, Media, Finance, all of that, is working benignly in your favor, sacrificially, to benefit you. Everything's just fine.

Archbishop Justsin Welby

You see?

Cheers,

LSP

US FORPOL

 

Sometimes a picture is worth a thousand words, don't you think? Regardless, here's a song.

I rest my case. 

Cheers,

LSP

I'm Confused And May They Rest In Peace

 

Well duh, LSP, we know you're confused, but hear me out. Why are Army Reserve soldiers being deployed to far-flung corners of the American Empire, like Tower 22 on the Jordanian/Syrian DMZ? Shouldn't that be a job for regular++ troops, and why are we in Syria anyway? 

Serious and perplexing questions. Regardless, three reservists lost their lives in a drone attack on Sunday and many more were injured. According to Military.com:

The soldiers who lost their lives were Sgt. William Rivers, 46; Spc. Kennedy Sanders, 24; and Spc. Breonna Moffett, 23. They were assigned to the 718 Engineer Company, an Army Reserve unit based out of Fort Moore, Georgia, according to Sabrina Singh, a Pentagon spokeswoman, who briefed reporters on the incident Monday.

 

Fort Moore is in fact Fort Benning, and despite the stultifyingly boring DEI name change POCs are getting killed in the Middle East; for what noble and imperative cause were their lives lost? I don't get it, I'm confused, perhaps you can help me and their families out.

On topic, why have we been in a constant state of war, whether indirect or direct, since the most popular president in the history of history was anointed to power. I mean to say, aren't Democrats the Rainbow Party of Peace?

Again, this is confusing. The evil Nazi Orange Man was going to plunge us into deranged wars and yet... and yet... here we are getting into it with B1s against the existential threat to our freedom which is Iran. 

Let's pray those aircrews make it home safe, unlike the poor soldiers who died in Jordan. Pray too that our enemies are too stupid to think they could cross our southern border with impunity. In the meanwhile, may Sgt. Rivers, Spc. Sanders and Spc. Moffett rest in peace and rise in glory.

Yours,

LSP

Those Pesky Farmers

 

It's weird and perverse, all these people who grow our food don't want to be taxed into oblivion and shut down by our beloved rulers so that their farms can be bought up for pfennigs in the Euro. What's wrong with them, don't they know their ludicrous "farming" efforts are destroying our climate and the profits of our Green Overlords?

Apparently not, which is why they're revolting all over Garden Europa. France, Brussels, Germany, you name it, there's all these people in tractors blockading cities, airports, highways and government buildings saying enough is enough.

Who can blame them and it's reminiscent of the truckers' drive on Ottawa, which prompted the loathed Premier of Canada to throw the truckers in gaol, confiscate their bank accounts and declare an unconstitutional national state of emergency so he could hold onto the power he so apparently craves.

You despicable little bankster mountebank

Maybe Brussels will react in the same way, along with its member states because rainbow climate freedom and tolerance. Who knows, and I call good luck with that. In the meanwhile, Petit Roi Macron dines with monarchy in Sweden as the Rainbow Stasi fires rubber bullets against farmers in Brussels.

Hey, it's all OK as long as we pay our Weather Tax, get vaxxed, and trans our kids in the nearest rainbow Mengele clinic, do that and everything's just fine. No more farms for you, proles, or meat, or gender. No, you will be sexless drones of the Rainbow UberHive and think yourselves lucky while you're at it. After all, you've saved fragile Mother Gaia by making our rulers even richer than they already are.

Word to the wise, don't piss off the farmers, they make your food.

Cheers,

LSP

UFO Or Gravel?!?

 

What is this, some kind of UFO or "UAP" come to rest in the greensward of the Compound's vehicle park? No, it was not, just a load of aggregate arriving to "improve the ground" and make it "code compliant." Whatever that means in today's movable feast of  civic virtue.

Aggregate and a Rig

Far-sighted readers will remember the Code Cops paid us a visit a few days ago because someone had made a formal complaint about vehicles parked on our attractively grassy lot and demanded they go unless the "ground was improved."  After a congenial conversation about Glocks, I assured the Code Constables that there'd be a solution.

Sure enough there was, with D turning up with serious amounts of aggregate and gravel. He told me he'd do it and he did, I respect that, well done. Next step? March across the way to the church which generously hosts your rigs on its erstwhile grass. He tells me he will, after all, it's his local.

Gravel

Hey, I can't complain, all that "ground improvement," ahem, doesn't come cheap. Thanks, D, 'preciate you, what a good neighbor.

In Rure,

LSP

Charles I

 

It's the Martyr King's Feast today; they killed him on January 30th, 1649. We do not forget this Christian monarch who rode into Edgehill I in golden armour. That was, when you think on it, the last shout of the Middle Ages, and what a chivalric shout it was. But let's not forget Henrietta Maria, here she is:

You'll note her very well deserved pearls. No Bishop No King, eh?

Your Pal,

LSP

Well Done Team

 

Here's the thing, an old wooden house needs looking after or it falls apart and doesn't work, not unlike a gun. That in mind, the front porch of the Compound needed fixing and that's exactly what happened, Salvatore turned up, pencil behind ear and made it happen.

First off, get rid of the old wood and reinforce the beams that undergird the Compound. Next up? Shore up a pillar and replace the old deck with tongue and groove. Then paint the thing, and so they did.

Well done, boys, looks good. Quite unlike the hideous New World order envisaged by our Elite Billionaire Overlords.

Cheers,

LSP

Lay Down

 

Let's hear it for awesome not a Devil Witch Melanie:

There was no "rule." Well yeah, it was like that.

note Melanie in lower left infographic

Cheers,

LSP