Outlaw

 

Just throwing it out there, my friends.

Your Old Pal,

LSP

SAVAGE

 

Yes, Pam Bondi, JD Vance and all of that, but what about the actual Savage, the Savage Club in London. Good question. The illustrious Savage began in 1857 at a pub in central London, as a place where journalists and theater people who couldn't make the Garrick could hang out. Bohemian gentlemen, if you like.

For decades the Savage moved from place to place, finding a home in the jolly old NatLib until they were kicked out for not allowing wymxn to join. Now brother savages have found a new home off of Covent Garden. I look forward to visiting the new club house later in the year.

Their tie features a Red Indian with feathered head-dress. What an excellent symbol for an excellent Club.

Felicitatis Petenda,

LSP

Take Out The Trash

 

Keen-eyed readers of this shallow mind blog may recognize the headline as a veiled admonition to go to Confession, and so we should in case of grievous sin. That in mind, perhaps you've noticed news of pervert kink treason in the sacred rainbow halls of our beloved Intel Community:

The NSA maintains a chat system for the "intelligence community" called Intelink. The servers are supposed to be used for government work, but gender activists have hijacked at least two channels—LBTQA and IC_Pride_TWG—to discuss fetishes, kink, and sex, all legitimized as "DEI." pic.twitter.com/5Ramc5fb1L

— Christopher F. Rufo ⚔️ (@realchrisrufo) February 24, 2025

 Well that's nasty, it get's worse:

One popular chat topic was male-to-female transgender surgery, which involves surgically removing the penis and turning it into an artificial vagina. These male intelligence agents love the feeling of penetration and of peeing with their pseudo-vaginas. pic.twitter.com/kw7JsbF8Te

— Christopher F. Rufo ⚔️ (@realchrisrufo) February 24, 2025

Here at the Compound OPERATION CLEAN UP has moved into phase 2, and we're getting rid of the dirt. Good luck, Tulsi, on cleansing the above Augean Stable. What filth, and to think, paid for by you, the taxpayer.  They're laughing at us. No, I take that back, they really hate us.

Throw this garbage out.

Yours,

LSP

PS. Long ago, back in the halcyon days of the 90s. I smashed a glass at a clergyman's house in Maryland, "Well," I exclaimed, "At least it wasn't family crystal." He looked at me, "We don't have any." Oops.

Clean Up The Compound

 

Now look here, so-called 'LSP,' all that silver and crystal ain't gonna clean itself. To say nothing of guns, if you still shoot, which we doubt. Admonition in mind, I set about cleaning the Compound today, polishing the sterling, shining the floorboards, and glinting up the glassware.

Must get more and better servants, I uttered grimly, all the while polishing mahogany, cleaning up Steuben, it glitters, and making silver shine. And don't forget guns; clean those dirty beasts to inspection level. Good work, Commandant. Next step? Vacuum all those Moslem rugs and take the cleanliness evolution upstairs, to the rooms of the Mess.

Well, whoever said life'd be easy, eh? So we clean our houses in the same kind of way that that the house of government should've been clean but most clearly wasn't, up until now, we hope. Speaking of which, what's you're take on Bongino?

Cheers,

LSP

Suicide Machine?

 

A human zoo, a suicide machine?

Say no, and rise up against the Satanists who hate and would destroy you.

Your Old Friend,

LSP

Love Your Enemies - A Short Sunday Homily

"Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you," turn the other cheek, says Jesus, and it sounds a bit like a pacifist manifesto, but isn't. Our Lord is not issuing a divine command to the Joint Chiefs of Staff forbidding the use of lethal force in a just war or self-defense. He is ordering us to love our enemies, which means willing what's good for them and acting accordingly.

This doesn't mean we've got to like or agree with them, much less feel romantically inclined towards them, but we must will and act in their best interest as opposed to lashing out in wrathful hate-filled vengeance upon them when they attempt to destroy us. So tempting, don't do it. Our Lord sums up the spirit of the thing:

Be merciful, even as your Father is merciful. Judge not, and you will not be judged; condemn not, and you will not be condemned; forgive, and you will be forgiven..."

 

Love, mercy,  forgiveness. Divine values which conform our hearts to the heart of Christ, instead of the satanic anti-values, vices, of hatred, vengeance and wrath. Embrace the former. That in mind, a churchman came up to me after Mass and said:

"Father LSP, I've thought a lot about those verses and know them by heart, but here's the thing. A few years back someone stole all the tools out of the back of my truck in Itasca," bear in mind, readers, that this is a contractor who needs those tools for his livelihood. He continued, "Well, we got his license plate on a game cam and reported it to the police, who did nothing."

"Huh," I replied, "That's entirely useless," and he agreed, "Right, so what we did was trace that plate to an address, a meth lab, loaded up with AR15s and shotguns and paid those boys a night time visit." I pondered the scene: 

Midnight, meth lab, pock-marked malfeasants cooking away under fluorescents with a shop full of stolen tools as our guys turn up, weapons hot, "What then?" My friend looked me in the eye and said, "They gave us our tools back. Was I wrong, Father?" I looked him right back in the eye and replied, "No, you were not. Good thing the place didn't blow up, eh?"

If you had told me, back in the early '90s, that I'd be a rural mission priest in North Central Texas some 30 years later, I'd have laughed. You know what? I'm not complaining.

Here Endeth The Lesson,

LSP

US And Europe

 

I say again.

This is, punters, a Royale with Cheese. But totally your call. In the meanwhile, sit back and enjoy the show. I, for one, am enjoying the dismantling of our beloved Bureaucratic State, deep or otherwise.

Whatever, you get the point. Because metric system.

Rock On,

LSP

Abolish The IRS And All Of That

 

Go back in time, punters, back to the misty, trans dementia days of the Biden administration. Remember them? I do, though the memory's vague and indistinct; still, some things emerge out of the miasma, like the IRS hiring 87,000 agents to take your money.

Who would've thought, back then, that reversing 1913 and abolishing the IRS would be out there and on the table. Yet here we are, remarkable. In related news, a young Sergeant tells me, he's Signals, that a number of trannies have been given AAMs (Army Achievement Medal) and let go. Bye-bye.

Speaking of which, there seems to be an issue with non-combat arms. You'd expect, let the reader understand, that Expeditionary Signals would be combat trained and proficient, if only at a basic level. As opposed to being... something else. 

You can bet your M4 that Russkie Signals in UKR know how to use a weapon. Maybe Hegseth will look into this issue.

Arduus Ad Solem,

LSP

You Shouldn't Do That

 

Do you think, dear friends, that some kind of switch flipped and DJT was allowed to take power? That the Deep State is and was controlled by a deeper State?  You know, they got fed up with  green trans agitprop and the Zelensky fraud.

Just putting it out there, don't say audit the Pentagon.

Your Best Pal,

LSP

European Elite Hate This

 

Ave

Less than a 70 years ago, well within living memory, Russia lay under the blood-stained tyranny of the  Bolsheviks and their successors. Those devils hated the Faith and attempted to stamp it out. They failed. Now their cousins in Corporate Rainbow Marxist Europa are howling and shrieking over the prospect of America walking away from its proxy war on Christian Russia.

you are utter fools if you think you can defeat this

Howl, shriek and rage all you want, Eurocrats, why should we pay a single penny in defense of the European Trans Rainbow? So go on, Brussels, London, Berlin, Paris and beyond, and send your mighty armies to Ost Front. Oops, you don't have armies because all those immigrant votes don't come cheap. Maybe you shoulda done the math.

Filioque,

LSP

It's Freezing

 

It's freezing here, seriously freezing, there's ice in the dog's water bowl and snow on the ground. "What is this," I thought to myself grimly, "North Central Texas or Ice Station Zebra?" The latter, apparently, and here we are at the Compound wrapped in layers of protective clothing against the biting cold and piercing wind. What's happened?

Clearly this. Our Old Enemy the Weather decided to change, outraged at being cheated of EPA billions. Tribute denied, it changed the climate. So yes, the War on Weather continues, with hardy Texans ice fishing on Lake Whitney, doing their best just to keep alive in the new Ice Age.

some guy's photo of our W Nelson muriel

In related news, the UK's committed itself to producing zero carbon emissions by 2030, or something like that. So the Sceptered Isle's going to end family farming because kill all Kulaks and cover the land with wind turbines and solar panels. That'll save the planet, obviously, and who knows, maybe all the rainbow energy will power Two-Tier Kier's mighty army all the way to Moscow itself. 

I pondered all of this as a cold sun set in the rear-view after Mass, the revealed Word proclaimed and Sacrament confected. No small thing, the Mass must go on, even in the face of our ancient adversary, the Weather.

ICE,

LSP

Kash Confirmed

 

Kash in at the FBI by 51-47 votes.

Let's go,

LSP