When Is Enough?

 

This sickens me. Here we are, on the very verge of going to war, and this is the garbage we're being called upon to die for. Let's be clear. Join up and die for gayness, abortion, drag acts and trans surgery.

What a total insult to the people who have already died for their country, who have given everything for what's right, good and true. What a total insult to all normal people, and to those patriots who put their lives on the line and continue to so. For God's sake, look at this, an Admiral, so-called, and try not to throw up in your mouth.

Go On, Die For This, Peasants

So I ask you Libs, are you prepared to lay down your lives for the Rainbow? Are you? Or are you too busy reading the New York Times and sipping foaming coffee as you click for war. Are you a pathetic hypocritical sham?

Or are you true believers who will die and fight for what you believe in. No, I don't see you lining up at the Recruiters' office, you hypocritical, venal, lying, privileged, overeducated beyond your competence dupe shills of the NWO. 

Still, you voted for it and maybe you need to join it, in a Blackrock funded trench in the Ukraine. Perhaps you'll be forced to when conscription kicks in. Go on, do it, sign up early so that Fortress Europa can be the rainbow-hued garden it was always meant to be.

In the meanwhile, apologies to all SEALS and associated warriors. Someone please sort this out, it's getting really stupid.

Rant over,

LSP

S'Up?

 

What's up? Well I'll tell you. A recce mission to the lake to see if the Piscine Adversary was biting. No, it was not. I think they were stunned by the shock of massive heat after massive rain. Still, I tried my luck with topwater lures and it was good to get out in God's clean air by the water.

Waterworld, Thanks A Lot, NWO

Other people were fishing and not catching either, so I didn't feel so bad as I melted into the limestone of what was once an enormous paleolithic reef in an inland sea. A rogue rooster didn't seem to care one way or the other, he just strutted around. And I wondered.

Imagine This Bird Eight Or Nine Feet Tall

If that bird was paleo large, say 6-8' tall+, would it kill you? Dam straight it would, if only by reflex, and just think, our ancestors in the age of magafauna fought and survived against such fearsome beasts. But now they're shrunken and harmless, unless you're a member of our Godless Elite who want to erase all life from the planet apart from themselves.

Top Water No Bites

CS Lewis writes about this in That Hideous Strength and the Abolition of Man. Read 'em both if you haven't already, and if you have, read 'em again. By the way, the former's a novelization of the latter and, I'd say, all the better for that.

What You Gonna Do LSP, Shoot All The Fish?

Then there's fish. They were lying low today, like Democrats in defense of Hunter Biden's cracked up gun buying, but don't kid yourselves, aquatic predators, we'll be back. And then some.

Tight Lines,

LSP

Respect Melania

 

Melania is vilified by our Godless, mendacious, boastful, belligerent, condescending, prideful Press, but for all that she's the Colonel (Hon) of an irregular troop of horsemen, the prestigious Dallas Light Cavalry (DLC). And that's not all, she's no mean artist, have a look:

Well you can see why the boys like her and the pedo rainbow Satans hate her. Here at DLC HQ we respect our honorary Colonel and suggest you do too.

Ride on gentlemen,

LSP

Corpus Christi

 

While you were all running around yesterday waving rainbow flags with Justine Trudeau, others were celebrating the Feast of Corpus Christi. Here's an uplifting song:

Verus,

LSP

A Short Sunday Sermon

 

A short homily via GWB.

That is all,

LSP

Pride Month

 

Wow. Here it comes, again. The great corporate sponsored tsunami of gayness. Dear readers, are you ready?

It's not easy, is it, to swallow the demonic gayness.

But never fear. Do not give in to the evil rainbow hued multinational monolith that is Pink Moloch. Like mist or fog it will dissipate in the bright light of day.

Maybe add some bullets to that.

Your Old Friend,

LSP

AP24 Civil War

 

Have you seen Alex Garland's Civil War? Perhaps not, because you dread a deluge of leftist propaganda, fair call. But I think you'll be surprised to find the film doesn't go down that path. It's shot through the lens of a crew of journalists on a mission to interview the President even as secessionist forces are closing in on DC. 

So what follows is an attempted objective account of the horrors of war, not least a civil one, and Garland does a good job. Kirsten Dunst plays her part admirably as a hard-bitten combat journalist, her young protege ain't bad, elder NYT(!) journo veteran does the job and adrenaline fueled Joel (Wagner Moura) is on target and there you have it, an SUV of journos travelling from NYC to DC via Pittsburgh in the midst of a civil war.

There's a few moments of dread in the journey, though the violence is underplayed for the most part, and you'll be surprised to note secessionist forces are apparently color blind. Black, white, whatever have banded together to overthrow a tyrannical President (Nick Offerman), and they do. One race, human, against a corrupt despot. Nice.

Right on, and the WF, led by something which looks suspiciously like 1st Cav, hit DC and take out an ignominious, lying tyrant. Keen-eyed viewers will note he's shot in the end by a FPOC (Female Person Of Color), who is also the Sergeant in charge of the requisite kill team, ahem.

OK, the movie's not perfect but it does manage to steer a course between current partisan friction as if to report on a civil war that's actually going down, with all the inane wickedness therein. Are the combat scenes good? You be the judge, gentle readers, and you'll note our beloved ruler gets shot inside his DC fastness. What a good ending.

Watch Civil War, it's streaming on Amazon.

Topical, what?

LSP

PS. For a real review, written by a real journalist from, errrr, AP, go here.

PPS. Does the objective journalist still exist? My only real cavil about this flick is that it's main protagonists, the journos, are really well played, I recognize them even, from the past, but are they feasible today, much less tomorrow. That in mind, Civil War might be slated as a retrospective cast in the future. Dystopian, yes, but the real dystopia, from this flick's POV, would be the journalists themselves. Here, they're cast as truth tellers. I won't bang on.

STORMY

 

You know what it's like. Sometimes invoices get lost and, dammit, your fair share of the Carbon Tax doesn't get paid. Totally understandable, but look what happens, a ferocious storm rolls in from the North as our Old Enemy, the Weather, changes. That's your cue to get on the front porch and dare the Weather to do its worst as lightning cracks and rain sheets down. Not unlike Ahab or King Lear, when you think about it. 

So there you are, wondering if this small slice of rural heaven, much less the Compound itself, will withstand and live through the deluge, arklike, when news comes in that a sham stasi show trial in New York has delivered a guilty verdict against President Trump. Huh, let's see how that brazen skulduggery plays out in the polls.

Note Upper Lip Stud

In related news, yesterday marked the anniversary of the fall of Constantinople in 1453, when Moslem Janissaries poured over the Theodosian walls. What a hideous moment for Christendom, what a triumph for the moon worshiping death cult. Emperor Constantine XI addressed the soldiery before he died in the fighting:

Most noble leaders, illustrious tribunes, generals, most courageous fellow soldiers and all loyal honest citizens! You know well that the hour has come: the enemy of our faith wishes to oppress us even more closely by sea and land with all his engines and skill to attack us with the entire strength of this siege force, as a snake about to spew its venom; he is in a hurry to devour us, like a savage lion. For this reason I am imploring you to fight like men with brave souls, as you have done from the beginning up to this day, against the enemy of our faith. I hand over to you my glorious, famous, respected, noble city, the shining Queen of Cities, our homeland. You know well, my brothers, that we have four obligations in common, which force us to prefer death over survival: first our faith and piety; second our homeland; third, the emperor anointed by the Lord, and fourth; our relatives and friends.

 

You can read the whole speech here as you work towards retaking the second Rome. After all, we need the Bosphorus.

Stormy,

LSP

Clubland & Whatever

 

Some of you may scorn clubland and that's fine, but perhaps you'll enjoy the above photo of LL and myself in the Smoking Room. Nice topper, what?

Eton forever. Well at least on my uncle's part.

Defeat Bolshevism,

LSP

Defeat Bolshevism

 

We fight against principalities and powers, against wickedness in high places. Do you think the demons can win? They may appear to do so, but such is hubris before they're cast into the Lake of Fire. In the meanwhile, stand firm, resolute in the Faith.

Defeat Demonic Bolshevism, and that's not said lightly.

Roger?

LSP

War News

 

You've probably noticed there's been movement on Ostfront, with Russia moving back into Kharkov Oblast and more besides, not least an MOD shakeup. Big Serge gives an excellent analysis, concluding:

The trajectory of the war suggests that the NATO bloc will do everything in its power to prop up Ukraine’s strike capabilities, and that Ukraine will continue to hunt for high profile strategic assets, even as it continues to be ground down in the critical theater, which is the Donbas. When the AFU is finally ejected from their last toeholds along the line - losing Kramatorsk and Slovyansk, being squeezed out of southern Donetsk Oblast, and forced back on the west bank of the Oskil, the temptation in Kiev will be to blame the west - that they gave too little, too slowly, too late. This is one lie that they must not be allowed to get away with. The NATO Bloc has, virtually without exception, given Ukraine everything they’ve asked for. It just didn’t matter.

 

If you missed the above link, you can read the whole thing here.

Cheers,

LSP

Gaza Pier

 

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Do you remember the Gaza pier which the US built with your money to deliver humanitarian aid to genocidal jihad Hamas supporters? Sure you do, we all do, and now look at it, floundering and sinking on a beach. But hey, it only cost several hundred millions. I like the inimitable Armchair Warlord's analysis:

Do you know what's actually the most outrageous part of the whole Gaza pier operation?  In a week they'd only delivered a thousand tons of cargo with it!

That's equivalent to ONE load that ONE of the Army LSVs on site could have simply delivered over the beach.

During my previous career I found that on many occasions doing things the "hard way" was actually the easiest way to get something accomplished, because we weren't spinning our wheels and wasting time and effort trying to figure out some "easy" way to do it.  In this case simply delivering humanitarian aid over the beach via landing craft would have been far easier and far less complicated than building and delivering this Rube Goldberg-esque pier through the surf.  I suspect this option was in fact chosen because it could deliver cargo without American service members having to physically walk around on the beach, thus satisfying Biden's "no boots on the ground" directive via the threadbare technicality that the American boots are actually on a floating pier a hundred meters offshore.

 

And there you have it. What a waste of $320MN virtue-signalling cash. But hey, interest on the national debt's only about $1TN every hundred days, so what's a few million? 

Cheers,

LSP