Support Your Local Thought Police

 

In the UK you can be censored or go to jail for the sheer, brazen, literal temerity of daring to criticize the policies of that country's benevolent rulers. Pay attention, serfs, we're watching you, for your own benefit. And remember this, you thought criminals.

Diversity is our Strength

Diversity is our strength and you'd better not disagree unless you want a knock on the door by the freedom police. Yes, to protect the children, obviously.

Do you think that at some point, perhaps in the near future, that even the mild-mannered English will have had enough of Free Speech Britain? Maybe some still remember the old song which went something like this, "Britons never, never, never shall be slaves."

Rule Britannia,

LSP

For Our English Friends

 

Maybe you've noticed there's a certain amount of turmoil in the once United Kingdom. You see, their beloved rulers had this clever plan, Viz. Import millions of third world savages into shoebox size island on account of imperial guilt. Get votes. Make landlords moar richer, and get all that cheap labour to boot. What a great scheme.

Everlasting political power meets across-the-aisle profiteering and guess what, we all make loads of money, except for the serfs, they suffer. Genius. But maybe, just maybe, this two-bit ponzi's being called. Brits aren't, apparently, too desperately keen on being replaced by Jihad savages. Go figure.

300,000 British protesters just conquered central London. I don’t think arresting Tommy Robinson had the effect they were hoping for… pic.twitter.com/SlRGb5GXnT

— Inevitable West (@Inevitablewest) October 26, 2024

 

Diversity is our Strength, and let's not say it'll end in tears.

Your Best Friend,

LSP

Great Upheaval

 

There's been great tumult at the Compound lately. Decks and sidewalks power washed, yard furniture stripped and painted, new deck furniture bought, end of season discount thank you very much; cars bought, books moved, yes, there's hundreds if not thousands of these miscreants, guns cleaned, house cleaned, steak grilled, libs and their comsymp cohort denounced on the daily, Johnny Cash and Led Zep played on continuous loop, and so it goes on.

What can I say, busy, but not in a bad way. At the end of this evolution we'll see the old place emerge stronger, brighter, and better put together than ever before. It's not all there yet but work continues and the end's in sight. Insomuch, obviously, as we'll ever reach perfection in this short and all too flawed life. Hey now, τέλος.

yes please

Speaking of which, who would've thought our country's intel, media and executive would've pushed and executed the absurd, risible, brazen, stoopid, malfeasant, deceitful, treasonous lie that Trump was a RUSSIAN AGENT. Like what? Yet they did. Who knows, maybe Comey, Clapper, Brennan, Hillary and the Magic 0 will be held accountable.

Don't hold your breath, dear friends,

LSP

Cars & Clubs

 

You see, on the one hand there's cars. V6 racing suspension and all of that. Some love it, even here at the Compound. Then, on the other hand, there's Clubs. Have a look:

Are these two things opposed? Hardly, go together like guns and guitars. At least that's what I think and I'm sticking to it.

Your Ancient Pal,

LSP

PS. Let's see DNI theater turn to hands behind bars, please, not that anyone's holding their breath.

Time For Space Rock

 

I present to you yet again Spirit of the Age. Behold:

Resist the NWO and its Illuminati satraps with all your might.

Best,

LSP

Sunday Wisdom

 

No, not from me, far from it, but Austin Farrer strikes again. From Crown of the Year:

THE minister at the altar still uses the ancient attitude of prayer; he holds out the palms of his hands, like a child waiting for you to throw him a ball, or like a man going out to feel the falling rain after a great drought.  The bread of God falls like the manna from heaven; bring out your baskets, hold out your arms.  God will fill your empty vessels if you will uncover them.  You who come to this sacrament, what are your wants?  Open the gulf of your desire, that God may fill it.  Who desires holiness, who desires to care more for others than for himself, who hungers and thirsts for the Spirit of Jesus Christ?  Ask, he says, and you shall receive, but ask.

 

Yes indeed.

God bless,

LSP

Rock On

 

What can I say? Rock on.

Then there's Tulsi referring Clapper, Comey, Brennan and the Magick 0 to the DOJ. About dam time. Let's see if anything comes of it, which I doubt, but stand optimistically ready to be surprised. Some people say the whole nefarious den of evil makes Watergate look like child's play.

Hey, let's see some heads roll, please.

Not holding my breath,

LSP

What A Dirty Little Beast

 

And that's just the carbine, which is a curious hybrid of ancient CMMG BCG (bolt carrier group), a Spike lower, Hyper Touch trigger (not bad), Bison barrel, Magpul furniture & flip ups, and a cheap Primary Arms red dot. Also a super light clip on (!) hand guard. Nothing fancy but hey, it's ridic light and gets right on target when it's, ahem, zeroed in, which it is now.

Please, someone, anyone, arrest it

Notoriously banned in England, Canada, New Zealand and Australia, this little blaster's seen thousands of rounds sent down range and many, many hours of good shooting fun out in the field. It'll see many more, God willing, but here's the thing.

Handy

Gas guns get dirty when they shoot, they really do, and this means you have to clean the filthy little beasts or they become useless carbon coated clubs. So that was this evening's mission, clean the wretched thing on the Compound's newly refurbished back deck. Clean deck, clean weapon, well done LSP, ready for action.

Beautiful

In related news, AC's fixing to get into 9mm gatling guns. They're made by Tippman Armory and promise a lifetime of enjoyment. These small cal Custer upgrades even come on a wheeled chassis and can be mounted on an authentic wooden tripod. Versatile, you see. Tippman's gatling gets a glowing review here. 

Gun Rights,

LSP

Chevalier Mult Estes Guariz

 

Pope Urban preached at Clermont in 1095, urging the Western faithful to rise to the defense of the Holy Land against the Jihad. Here's the conclusion of his sermon:

O what a disgrace if such a despised and base race, which worships demons, should conquer a people which has the faith of omnipotent God and is made glorious with the name of Christ! With what reproaches will the Lord overwhelm us if you do not aid those who, with us, profess the Christian religion! Let those who have been accustomed unjustly to wage private warfare against the faithful now go against the infidels and end with victory this war which should have been begun long ago.

Let those who for a long time, have been robbers, now become knights. Let those who have been fighting against their brothers and relatives now fight in a proper way against the barbarians. Let those who have been serving as mercenaries for small pay now obtain the eternal reward. Let those who have been wearing themselves out in both body and soul now work for a double honor. Behold! on this side will be the sorrowful and poor, on that, the rich; on this side, the enemies of the Lord, on that, his friends. Let those who go not put off the journey, but rent their lands and collect money for their expenses; and as soon as winter is over and spring comes, let hem eagerly set out on the way with God as their guide.

The assembled nobility, warriors at that time, cried out Deus Vult and the First Crusade began, with the knights of Europe advancing on the barbarian Mohammedans, and defeating them. A remarkable feat of arms which was all too shortly lived. Regardless, here's a song which captures the spirit of the thing, and what a thing it was:

Today? Atheist Europe's inviting the Moslem enemy into its heartland, to say nothing of Dearborn, Plano and Minnesota etc. And just imagine the shocked look on the faces of their respective trans theater collectives when Jihad starts throwing pronouns off roofs. Because tolerance. You may recall Chesterton's Flying Inn.

So, problem. Solution? Return to the Faith, and act on it. It's a matter of urgency.

Swords Around The Cross,

LSP

Well Shoot

 

Angola Compton (AC), sorry, not *Congo, wrong war, tipped up in a brand new Lariat FX$ One Fiddy. Yes, he had a truckload of guns and a couple of .38 Chief Specials which he donated to the Compound. Thanks, AC, then we headed to the range for a shoot.

First up, all kinds of wheel gun action. Big calibers, big fun, and then test out those snubbies. Me? I've always liked the double action S&W, such a light trigger! and beautifully put together to boot, but hey, a sturdy little Rock River did the trick too, result. Next up? An Israeli bull pup, far out, and a couple of 9s, Kal Tec and Henry. Man, I was amazed, the Kal Tec was a tack driver, hunh, and the Henry worked too.

A Ruger Model 1 proved ridic easy to shoot and absurdly accurate, what a neat rifle. I loved it's short Euro stock, what a great little rifle. Of course its scope was worth more then the gun itself, but whatev, just a lot of fun and easy to shoot. AC likes to think of it as a "bush gun." Hey, I'll take it, and let's have a Pinzgauer to boot.

We finished off with a recalcitrant AR, which started off stupidly off-paper and then zeroed in with 62 grain bullets until the x ring was in the danger zone. Proper little blaster. And that was that. ENDEX at El Charro where a good time was had by all, delicious.

I love shooting and must do more.

Your Friend,

LSP

Werewolves

Werewolf, quite the program, eh? To say nothing of the popular and awesome smash hit pop song. Here, check it out: 

Let's hear it for Skorzeny,

LSP

You Know You're in Texas

 

When there's a buzzard picking on a possum on your morning walk to the Pick 'n Steal. In related news, there are Bald Eagles in Bosque county, not least Lake Whitney, though I've never seen one. Are there Thunderbirds and Pterodactyls? I don't know, though rumors persist.

Off for a shoot tomorrow, climate change permitting. Let's see what exotic weaponry Congo Compton brings to the meet.

Cheers,

LSP