Dear Friends, is Vladimir Vladimirovic not the greatest troll of all time?
RU PoV: Russia Today has published a Christmas Eve video for EU citizens
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Dear Friends, is Vladimir Vladimirovic not the greatest troll of all time?
RU PoV: Russia Today has published a Christmas Eve video for EU citizens
byu/gem4ik2 inUkraineRussiaReport
Did you know, dear friends, that the UK has a Brigadier General, yes, a Brigadier, admittedly retired, entirely devoted to Climate Change? You didn't? Now you do, and I think I've met him over a chop at some Club. Yes, Lieutenant General Richard Nugee CB CVO CBE. Here, check out his UKGOV bio:
Richard was appointed as Non-Executive Director for Climate Change and Sustainability in March 2021. Before this appointment he spent a year leading on the Climate Change and Sustainability Strategic Approach at the Ministry of Defence.
Prior to his work on sustainability, he spent 4 years as Chief of Defence People. His military career of 36 years includes joint, single service and international appointments.
Appointed MBE in June 1998, CBE in January 2012, CVO in September 2016, and CB in January 2020, he was awarded the US Legion of Merit for his services in Afghanistan in 2014.
Chief of Defence People, I guess he wasn't retired in that auspicious role. Good heavens, just imagine all those Defence People charging out to defeat the Mahdi or anyone else. But that was in the past, now CB CVO CBE Nugee will spearhead the UK's war, yes, War, against the Weather. Against the Weather, that most fickle of adversaries.
Here at the Compound we wish this Commander of the British Empire success and glory in his tireless pursuit of climate justice and look forward to his victorious defeat of our common adversary, the Weather.
Perhaps, avid readers, you're wondering how what's left of the UK's armed forces can kill people the environmentally friendly way, the green way. Don't say corporate lobbyist backhanders, that'd be unpatriotic. Peak skulduggery anyone?
Arma et Virumque Cano,
LSP
Dear friends, you may have missed it, but Mass was celebrated on Sunday December 15 according to the traditional Ambrosian Rite in the Basilica of St. Ambrose in Milan for the first time in 50 years. Yes, in half a century. So what, you say with disdainful lip and dismissive eye. So a lot.
For 50 years the ancient liturgy of the West, our worship of God, has been cheapened, bowdlerized, denigrated, mocked and even banned. You see, what happened was this. Satan wasn't able to subvert the Western Catholic Church's teaching, the Magesterium held firm unlike the genius of Anglicanism, but he was able to demolish its worship.
Pan to guitar playing nuns, nylon vestments, and 1970s attack language removing all sense of the sacred or numinal from the worship of God. Pretty effective strategy, crash the worship, crash belief and go figure, RC congregations have been tanking ever since. But maybe that's changing, see the Ambrosian Mass in Milan. A harbinger of things to come?
We hope so, here at the Compound, and know this. Wherever faithful Christians truly worship God, I advise the Ancient Rite, they will be truly blessed. Not kidding, Guinea on the monkey and a safe bet.
Ad Altare Dei,
The Revolt of Forgotten Europe Against the Globalists
By Alexander Dugin
The rise of European Revolution: the farmers, Gillette Jauns, the populists (mostly right sometimes left), hard right, traditionalists. All against the liberal-globalists - Rotschields, Macron, Merz, Starmer, Ursula van der Leien, Black Rock, Davos elites.
The Europe is now like Ukraine: corrupted totalitarian elite against the overwhelming majority of population deprived of any rights and influence over politics with the some part of totally gaslighted society ready for voluntary suicide.
There is the civil war in Europe. It has already begun. The only power of support to EU are the globalists in US who succeed until now to contend the MAGA reforms of Trump. Deep State doesn’t give up and persist to block or sabotage every step of Trump. Trump is kept hostage.
Peasant Revolution: the real people are peasants. All other estates (except warriors and priests) are fake, simulacra. The excessive growth of the city is the cancer of society. Only the relation to the soil makes the humans human. Bourgeois is the citizen, the city dweller.
Bourgeoisie in the initial stage of Modernity replaced the real Third Estate, Peasants. It is origin of the catastrophe called “capitalism”. The capitalism is the Golden Calf cult promoted by internationalist globalist perverted elite. It is not the free market, it is monopoly.
The capitalism is the killer of free market economy. It is perverted oligarchic rule. The capitalism is the origins of the global disaster. The return to soul is the only solution. We need the new Vandee. And this time we are going to win over degraded bloody Republic.
It is high time to abolish EU. Where is our brave Elon? He wakes up sporadically to the heroic combat with the Beast but falls asleep too soon. In order to win we have to be very persevering. Like satanic Soros the knight of the Beast. Every day we need to attack them. More, more….
the real people are peasants. All other estates (except warriors and priests) are fake, simulacra... internationalist globalist perverted elite... perverted oligarchic rule... Wow. And the call to action? Let's zoom in:
It is high time to abolish EU. Where is our brave Elon? He wakes up sporadically to the heroic combat with the Beast but falls asleep too soon. In order to win we have to be very persevering. Like satanic Soros the knight of the Beast. Every day we need to attack them.
Have you heard of MAID, Medical Assistance In Dying? Sure you have, it's when a medical professional kills you with an injection when you're old, sick, terminally ill, young, depressed or whatever. Canada's all about it and, apparently, MAID accounts for 25% of all deaths in the former British Dominion. That's the background, and the story is this.
A family member, at a remove, in Windsor, Ontario, committed suicide by hospital yesterday. She had terminal cancer and was told by the medicos something like this, "You might die on Christmas day, which would be so hard on your children! So much better to do it now."
How utterly demonic. Some say that when the bodies of MAID victims are removed so too are their organs, which are then sold. Imagine, if you can, dear friends, making your money off of that.
You might remember the slogan, "You don't need God to be good!" But look where we are without Him, in the very mosh pit of Hell. Christians, and everyone else, stand up and be counted for life. Your life and that of your family and friends depends upon it. Like no kidding.
Vade Retro,
LSP
Yes, Possum Posse, remember them? I did, barely, and now entirely. What a neat video, reminds me of Calgary, if not Aberystwyth. On topic, here's Guy on a Buffalo, just for kix:
Cheers,
LSP
Well yes, yes it is, and the joke's on you, Guardian reader elitocracy of the Church of England. You elected Sarah Mullally to be your next leaderene. Imagine, if you can, Archbishops Ramsey, Temple, Lang et al wondering, in shocked awe, at this risible DEI appointment to Augustine's throne. "No one will take us seriously if we don't ordain womyn priests," sang the chorus. Chortle, and pan to empty pews and litugical dance in an empty church. But someone's not laughing.
That'd be Rev. Alan Griffin, who killed himself after a secret COE report "spread false gossip that he abused children and paid for sex." According to Anglican Ink:
Written by the former head of operations in the diocese, a man since jailed for a £5.2m fraud against the Church, the report contained a toxic mixture of genuine safeguarding concerns and unsubstantiated smears about 42 members of the clergy – including Father Alan.
Mullally apparently saw the report when she was the Bishop Figure of the Diocese of London and took no action. She "didn't read it," claims Anglican Ink. Rev. Robert Thompson ups the ante, "I think the entire diocese has blood on its hands. When Sarah presided at the Eucharist, I felt that the blood of Alan Griffin was on her hands."
Malfeasance, fraud and skulduggery is always despicable, and it's especially despicable in the Church, which is the Mystical Body of Christ, militant on earth, expectant and triumphant in heaven. Whether the risible Mullally will ascend to the COE's top job remains to be seen. Perhaps she'll console zhirself with they/them medals if zhe doesn't.
Your Old Mate,
LSP
Here we are at Dallas HQ, the lights are up and I've got a question, a serious question. Should this shallow, frivolous, inconsequential and barely read mind blog start selling warez? You know, merch, like t shirts, hats, shell casings, knives, challenge coins, travel mugs, rainbow pony plushies, Aberystwyth snow globes, ties, lapel pins, precious metal and all of that.
It's tempting. For goodness sake, that castle in Shropshire and a flat in town isn't going to buy itself! So, maybe start linking to a warez print on demand portal, a sales site? Perhaps that sounds cheap to you, or not. So, should I go down this path? Perhaps, but I tell you this, no ads.
In the meanwhile, the Metrosprawl's wracked with construction because people are moving here, not least from California, we have a fleet off of Venezuela, the UK's laughably preparing to pay more welfare to Moslem immigrants for war, Russia's strongman's decried EU leaders as "swine" and the UK persists in locking people up for mean tweets.
Speaking of which, I asked a few pals over in Blighty about their role in the new all-of-country fightback against the Russkie threat. "Tell me, gentlemen, what role will you play in the new Home Guard? Commissioned, obviously, but as what?" They were ominously silent and we'll leave it at that.
Money on the Monkey,
LSP
We decided to up our Christmas lights at the compound this year, which meant driving out into the cedar groves of Olde Texas to get greenery. This soon turned into wreaths, yes, wreaths, with Wreath Minor landing on the front door and Wreath Major taking care of overwatch above the porch. Then it escalated, and before you could say Operation Bagration or I'll see you at a knife fight with a 30-30 Marlin there were garlands.
Yes, garlands of cedar complete with bows, and lights. I tell you, it was like something out of a Charles Dickens novel, in Texas. Mrs. LSP takes the credit for this Yuletide splendor but I helped, climbing up on the roof, running wire and humming God rest ye merry gentlemen with a kind of Victorian fervor.
Now? Dallas and the Metrosprawl. Mission? Set up Christmas at Ma LSP's. No rest for the wicked, you see. But what can I say, cast off the works of darkness and put on the armor of light.
Your Friend,
LSP