Guns & Books

Guess what punters, it's cold and raining here in the wilds of North Central Texas. Not unlike an English Spring, when you think of it, or a Welsh summer. That in mind, I finally got 'round to cleaning up the Compound and reorganizing its upstairs rooms. 

Part of this sizable project involved adding books to the gun room, turning it into a handy theology library as well as a place to put the few firearms which weren't lost in a tragic boating accident. You see, there were all these theology books, good ones too, lying about in a guest room, doing nothing. Useless. So move all those books to a place of action, let them be with the guns.

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Net result you can now sit down and read Etienne Gilson, Berdyaev, Jacques Maritain, Aquinas, Farrer, Mascall and all the rest Then take a break, clean a gun, drop a trigger group into an AR, or whatever, and after you've washed your hands read something edifying. Maybe Belloc's Europe and the Faith, your call, there's no shortage of books.

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Who knows, maybe it'd make sense to put a screen in between the bookshelves so theological gunmen can watch videos off the internet, a third potential activity in just one room. In other exciting news, I have to sort out the guest rooms. 

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Not that they're a mess, but they need organizing, for example, where to put an absurdly large science fiction collection? Good question. Likewise, would one room benefit from an antique desk/drawers/bookshelf sitting idle in Dallas? 

Perhaps, we'll see. In the meanwhile it's all going on in the cold, wet Texan steppe.

Ex Libris,

LSP

Take Note

 

By some miracle they lived. Far out.

June Carter? We applaud you.

Cheers,

LSP

Women Bishops Are So Very Awesome

 

Where would we be without the sheer beauty of wymxn bishop figures? Just imagine, if you can, an Anglican world without them, in which no one, I repeat no one, would take us seriously. Uh huh, that was one of the, ahem, debating points in favor of the wymxn legislation in the Church of England's Synod and beyond. Think about it, if you don't have women bishops everyone will think you're some kind of joke. God, let the reader understand, most definitely has a sense of humor.

Others are far more serious. An ordained priesthood and episcopate which doesn't include women is exclusionary, bigoted and misogynist; in other words it's evil. So much, dear readers, for the ordained ministry from the age of the Apostles until 1976 in the US. Deficiently evil up until then, pure and whole ever after. Excuse me, the Apostles, who knew Christ, got it wrong? Apparently so, and grievously so. You see where that's going, punters, Christ Himself got it wrong, which hardly makes Him divine. Do the math, I dare you.

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Again, some proponents of  wymxn clergypersynnes wax biblical in their defense. Ordaining them, they claim, is a "scriptural imperative." Then they quote St. Paul, telling you with solemn evangelical conviction that there's no "male or female" in Christ. They might even throw in that bit about a net in which clean and unclean animals are gathered up, implying that even Gentiles are allowed into the Kingdom of Heaven. If them, so too wymxn priests and pontiffs. "Prayer," they tell you in all sanctimonious, ill-fitting suit condescension has "guided this scriptural discovery of unfolding truth."

Far out. So St. Paul, who famously forbade wymxn from teaching in church, a presbyteral role, didn't understand his own epistles? Really? And ordaining wymxn is scripturally led? Surely you mean Marxist/Boshevik/19thC radical led. Where, you ask our evangelical friend, did the ordination of women come from, the Bible or Sangerite Feminism. He'll splutter and change the subject.

Buffoon

And on and on. Long story short, what we're dealing with here is people pretending to be something they don't even believe in anyway. Call them dupes, best instance, of cultural Marxism, and wonder askance as the denominations and institutions which that movement's parasitically subverted collapse into hollowed out shells of their former selves.

Well that's miserable, you say, and it is, but take heart. When the wrecking's over the true will stand, as we do today. God will not be mocked.

Reconquista,

LSP

A Train Robbery

 

He wasn't a border psycho, not at all. LeVon Helm was, of course, a drummer.

Cheers,

LSP

Are You Mad?

 

Oh my, here's the video:

See you at the Blind Beggar, alright?

Your Best Pal,

LSP

Chicken

 

There's chicken, as in we're going to tariff all you asset stripping Quislings and your globalist offshore cronies, so bring it on if you dare, and then there's chicken, as in the meat. In full sympathy with the former, I cheerfully set about the inward spirit of the thing with the latter, buying a 4 Pack of skin on, bone in thighs.

Unlike steak, at least for now, these tasty little beasts are still affordable, coming in at a mere 6 bucks a pack, and they're made in America, which is what it's all about. So look down upon those thighs with glowing favor like the patriot you are, and get to work.

 

Step One: Fire up the grill, I use a whole funnel of charcoal. Step Two: Wash the chicken in case RFK Jnr hasn't caught all the chemicals, and pat 'em dry with paper towel. Step Three: Brush the chicks with olive oil and apply salt and pepper to both sides. You may or may not trim excess skin. I don't, surely that extra, crispy chicken skin adds to the net result. Step Four: Place thighs in fridge and empty the funnel into one half of the grill kettle, you're going for indirect heat, obviously. Well done, you've got this far.

Maybe you take a breather at this point, but don't wander off task, you want those coals hot. That in mind, oil up the grill grate, place over heat and cover the thing with its lid. Idea being to heat up grate and kettle like an oven, those thighs should sizzle when they hit the grate. That's Step Five, Step Six is simple. Put the thighs on the grate near to but not over the coals, then cover for around 30 or 40 minutes. Let the heat do its thing while you listen to the good old Grateful Dead, Lully, Glinka, Waylon, Cash, Blue Oyster Cult and all of that. A pleasant interlude.

Then boom, time to take the lid off that grill and behold succulent thighs, juices running clear. Result, near perfection. Is there a next step, beyond eating the tasty little beasts? Some say there is and I've been following their advice, it's this. Brush the chicken with your BBQ sauce of choice, I'm using Stubbs, you probably make your own, turn meat to heat, brush other side, cover for a few minutes and repeat. The sauce will caramelize and char; be careful though, you don't want to burn the thighs, unless you like that. Some do, no rule.

Mission accomplished, serve that chicken up and fall upon your scoff.

Like a warrior,

LSP

Dallas

 

Sometimes, please don't laugh, the drive to Dallas down I35 isn't so bad and that's the way it was yesterday. No wrecks, no bumper to bumper craziness at 90 mph, no construction either, just a clear highway into the Metrosprawl and Ma LSP's place.

So that was good, and we had fun on the back deck discussing the iniquities of the Left, the craven turpitude of our beloved establishment GOP and the base malfeasance of the Uniparty. Today? Morning Prayer followed by excursion to Oak Lawn and Yong's tailor. Let's see if Mr Yong can work his magic on an old pair of trousers and a suit coat.

Then back to Dallas HQ for some yardwork and a delicious steak, tasty as you like. Tomorrow it's back to the Compound and the sylvan boulevards of Olde Texas. Who knows, maybe a shoot's in order, it's been awhile.

Cheers,

LSP

Never Surrender

 

Are you inclined, dear readers, to surrender? As in, "Oh, I read the New York Times and Politico and NPR and now I have to be a globalist NWO puppet." Sure, go on, go right ahead, dumbass, obey your rulers.

Here at the Compound we take a different path, the path of freedom, truth and beauty. As in part of that involves firearms; a free man can defend himself, a slave cannot. Take note, serfs.

2A,

LSP 

PS. Ahem.

Marine Le Pen Lawfared

 

Popular French presidential candidate Marine Le Pen has been found guilty of embezzlement by a national court and banned from political life for a period up to and including the country's 2027 presidential elections. Le Pen was also hit with a two year suspended jail sentence and a further two years house arrest, she will appeal the verdict.

Marine Le Pen joins a growing list of lawfared political figures, such as Bolsonaro in Brazil, Imran Khan in Pakistan, Calin Georgescu in Romania and Donald Trump here in the US. Elon Musk weighed in on social media, "When the radical left can’t win via democratic vote, they abuse the legal system to jail their opponents. This is their standard playbook throughout the world." Italy's deputy Prime Minister Matteo Salvini went further, blasting the court's decision as "a declaration of war from Brussels."

Keen-eyed readers of this inconsequential taco stand on the Information Super Highway might remember a time when Europe and the Free World prided itself on free elections, a free press and an independent judiciary. Now? Not so much. Why, then, should the US under its current leadership spend a single cent on the defense of countries which are at best against our values.

Defense aside, maybe tariffs and increasingly surging nationalism will bring Rainbow Fortress Europa to something resembling sense.

Marseillaise,

LSP

GODZILLA

Oh yes indeed.

 

We are all Rhodesians now. Arm up.

Roger Out,

Cheers,

LSP

Zadok

 

Zadok!

Vivat,

LSP

SEA HAG

 

It'd be a shame if this short Sea Hag infovid went viral, wouldn't it:

What a SEAHAG https://t.co/KoMjPIYOHn

— Michael Heidt (@michael_he72580) March 29, 2025

SEAHAG has an estimated net worth of over $230 million, which wasn't bad for a socialist civil servant on a congressional salary of $174,000. SEAHAG makes such good trades that there's even an X account tracking her fiscal genius, Pelosi Stock Tracker. Check it out and maybe you too can become multi-millionaire Socialist Sea Hag rich.

Thanks for the tip, LL.

Cheers,

LSP