Almost Cut My Hair - Well You Should've Done, Shouldn't You

 

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So here we are on the very verge of the Eschaton, trillions of dollars in debt to boot, and what's going on in the mind of your old pal, LSP? I'll tell you, an evening in Oxford, which is a kind of city in England. It was back in the late '80s and there we were, maybe drinking Pimm's No. 1 or youthfully strong G&Ts, when all of a sudden "almost cut my hair" announced itself from the hi-fi. Maybe you remember the song.

After a few bars of jolly old CSNY singing about their ridiculous hair, a friend, I think a school teacher, commented, "Well, why didn't you?" I liked her for that, and thanks Wild, for bringing back the memory. What a lot of fun, there in Oxford in the late '80s.

There weren't bizzarro satanic pronouns then, trans drag shows for children, you could smoke wherever you liked, no one was getting locked up for mean tweets, countries having borders wasn't Fascist, everything was cheaper and we were so much happier. Calm, if you like, before the storm, and what a storm it is. 

I blame it on CSNY and their monstrous cohort. If you think that's farfetched, expand cohort.

Cheers,

LSP

OPERATION FLOOR

 

Here's the thing. You've been busy focusing on Iran, Israel, WWIII and America's popular President. Fine, go right ahead, think those thoughts, but here at the Compound we've been getting down to business, taking out old, dirty, dingy carpet from upstairs.

You see, back in the halcyon 1980s the local Power decided to put industrial carpet up the stairs and through the upper corridor. It had to go and now it's gone, revealing the original pinewood boards, most of which simply need a clean, and others which have to be stripped of offending varnish. Have a look at the latter:

No big deal and we'll get on it tomorrow, but first things first. Behold a refreshing pitcher of Pimm's No. 1. Recipe: Squeeze 6 lemons, add 1/2 cup of simple syrup (sugar melted in water) and a liter of soda water; set it aside, it's lemonade. 

Be bold, pour a solid half a bottle of Pimm's and a serious slug of gin into some crystal over ice, Steuben will do, then add lemonade along with cucumber, orange, strawberries and fresh mint. The latter's important, don't forget it. It's like a rule. And then hey presto, you've got a refreshing fruit punch, 1820s style, and mighty tasty it is too.

And there you have it, long drinks and OPFLOOR Stage 1. Tomorrow we strip the boards and finish with wax. More on this exciting plan as it develops; it's no small thing, dear friends, to have such hideous, noxious carpet out of the house.

Long Time Coming,

LSP

Marking Time

 

Iran, Bagration, NWO, Illuminati satraps, B2s, the risible ACoC and it's big if shrinking buddy, the COE. It's all going on. Here at the Compound we're stepping back, mixing Pimm's and griling chicken. All good, unless you're a two-bit commie.

Cheers,

LSP

Busy Baking

 

Carry on,

LSP

Iran - Bombs Away

 

Looks like it's not been a good day to work at an Iranian nuke plant:

Fordow, apparently (everyone says it's a video from an earlier strike... so, but we get the idea):

Endnote. #Fordow pic.twitter.com/ciXZbCWrnZ

— Greg Gaylor (@SMUMustangAlum) June 22, 2025

 

What's your take. Is this an opening move, a demo of things to come if you don't back down, Mullahs? The first shot in a broader war if the Iranians shake the dice and decide to play on? Scot Ritter says it's save-face posturing. Hey, I don't pretend to know but feel free to chime in. 47 addresses the country at 10.00 pm.

Situation developing,

LSP

 

Just Coz

 

Cheers,

LSP

Are We On The Wrong Side?

 

Just a thought, and to be fair, perhaps the Russians will die laughing as they confront La Fortress Europa's Rainbow Force.

Cheers,

LSP

Behold Your Pathetic Rulers

 

Ugly Common & Stupid

The UK used to rule the world, now it's this. A washed up crew of people who'd be lucky to get a position as staff. Pathetic, useless, risible. Will there be  change? Let's see it; as it is you're a laughing stock.

Your Best Pal,

LSP

UK Goes Moar Moloch

 

The Sceptered Red Isle's at it again, with MPs voting in the aptly named House of Commons to decriminalize abortion up to the point of birth. You see, in the UK abortion is a criminal offence with major exceptions up to 24 weeks. The 24 week limit has now been voted down by the hugely unpopular Rainbow Leftist NWO stooge shills in Westminster. Lifesite explains:

However, as previously covered by LifeSiteNews and the Society for the Protection of Unborn Children, pro-abortion MPs have put forth amendments to the Crime and Policing Bill to gut the UK’s existing abortion restrictions. 

New Clause 1 by Tonia Antoniazzi MP would decriminalize any role by the woman in abortion, meaning that while the various conditions would remain in place and doctors would still be liable for violations, women could take abortion pills themselves for any reason, at any point, without consequences. New Clause 20 by Stella Creasy MP would go much further, effectively removing all legal restrictions on abortion.

 

Out Demon Out

 

The Pink hued Moloch Satans sitting in their green leather upholstered benches cheered when the baby killing measure passed. Has the venerable if shrinking Church of England said anything? Not as far as I know, they're too busy gaslighting for Pakistani rape gangs, you know, because racizm. The Roman Church? We're waiting for a response from the hierarchy.

In the meanwhile, shame on the UK, a country which I love, to allow itself to be taken over by shameless rainbow Bolshevik devils. What can we say, these people are nihilists, they destroy, even in the womb, and we build. We are about life, they're about death, so they really hate us.

Do you think, dear friends, that the pendulum will swing? It better had do or were looking at trouble, not least Divine wrath.

Your Friend,

LSP

A Short Sermon

 

Good Lord, what tumult. Yet moar war as Israel launches against Iran, astroturf riots in, you guessed it, Democrat run cities, an awesome military parade to mark the 250th anniversary of the US Army, President's Day and last but certainly not least, Trinity Sunday.

Behold the Holy and Undivided Trinity, revealed to us by God Himself and, for a fact, it's not the kind of thing you'd cook up if you wanted to invent a religion for fun, gain and personal profit. Three Divine Persons, one God. Theologians tell us the key to the mystery is love, which I find helpful, perhaps you will too.

Love, in its various aspects, involves a giving of self to the beloved. Imagine this taken to perfection in the life of God. From eternity the Father pours Himself out in a perfect act of love, a total donation of divine being, and the Son is begotten, who in turn gives Himself perfectly to the Father. In this eternal, timeless exchange of being Father and Son are one in substance or essence, and the love which flows between them is itself a Person, the Holy Spirit, who proceeds from the Father and Son and gives Himself back, perfectly, in love to them.

So, in a dynamic of perfect love Father, Son and Spirit are one in divine substance but distinct as persons by virtue of their relationship one to the other. Excellent, we say, but how can relationship amount to personhood. Good question and worth reflection, eh? Regardless, here's the inestimable Farrer:

THE disciples who were present at the Supper saw and heard Jesus Christ making eucharist to the Father over the bread and the cup.  They were witnesses of the intercourse between the Eternal Son and his Eternal Father.  Mortal ears and eyes at that moment perceived the movement of speech and love which passes in the heart of the Godhead; human minds entered into that converse of the Divine Persons which is the life and happiness of the Blessed Trinity.  Belief in the Trinity is not a distant speculation; the Trinity is that blessed family into which we are adopted.  God has asked us into his house, he has spread his table before us, he has set out bread and wine.  We are made one body with the Son of God, and in him converse with the Eternal Father, through the indwelling of the Holy Ghost.

 

Beautiful and true.

God bless you all,

LSP

China Doll

 

And here's the song:

It's only fractured, just a little nervous from the fall.

Beautiful.

Your Ancient Pal,

LSP

What On Earth Is Going On?

 

What's going on, LSP, you ask with bated breath as WWIII threatens to kick off in the Middle East, What's with all these ferns and cushions replacing the spartan austerity of the Compound? Good question and perhaps you think I've defected to the other side. Wrong. What's happened is this.

After many, many years Mrs LSP decided to leave the Land of the Ice and Snow, aka Calgary, and head south to the North Central Texas Exclusion Zone. Yes, there were and still are many moving parts, but the bulk of the mission's accomplished. No small thing, punters. Short term result? 

Everything's bizarrely civilized and the rough and ready Compound's getting used to having a Lady's Side. I'll tell you this, fellow friends of the New World Order, sometimes it's best to play the long game. I know, shot in the dark, but there it is. 

In related news, Mrs LSP's driving a DOG from Calgary to Texas. This, dear readers, is a feat of skill, daring and courage by anyone's standards. You see, in the old days you could fly canines cheap in cargo, then came COVID. Not anymore, can't do that, it'll give people COVID or, more to the point, less cash. 

What a total moneymaking scam. More on this exciting story as it develops.

One Ring To Rule Them All,

LSP