Burning Man's coming up, punters, in just a few weeks. So we have to ask, what sort of Burner would you be? OK, I know only a few of us could begin to afford the huge cost of this elite hippy desert extravaganza or even want to go, but say you could.
Perhaps you would be a Flying Circus hippy.
A Running Swine hippy?
Maybe a Space Reich hippy by a dying tree.
Or just a simple Dome Head.
Then there's always the cowboy option.
down to earth, what?
Here at the Compound we like the cowboy track, allied with Safari Expedition: Tents, rifles, Pimms, Coronation Chicken et al. Then, when the wealthy zombified art hippies are shuffling to the denouement of their freak fayre, a giant burning man, we drop the boom. Recollected readers will remember the film.
Oh my, serious question. What do you want to be like, a beautiful trans rainbow unicorn or something else? Like, maybe, Pinochet? Hey, your call and here's some homework:
What a wise child! A young defender of freedom against the Marxist scourge which would chemically and surgically castrate him in the name of freedom. I say again, we're fighting against utter insanic iniquity. Really, your boy is a girl? Good call, let's get her to the surgeons to realize that dream. Then she'll be sane... or not, but there will be profit.
Though not her's, she'll have to live with a lifetime of Big Pharma medication and a 40%+ tendency to kill itself. And all in the name of freedom. Good work, satanic rainbow genius patrol.
What a brave and collected boy. Green haired, trans radical, Berkley, ahem educated mountebanks don't agree with this, they think hes a Nazi for daring to protect a town from the "mostly peaceful" antics of the radical left... How dare he. Some black people don't agree with this pathetic leftist consensus:
Some brainy rainbow profs from Oregon State University decided to conduct a woke survey to test the representation of trans and gender nonconforming undergraduates in STEM (science, technology, engineering and math) studies. They weren't happy with the result.
When asked about their gender, many respondents identified as "Attack Helicopters," specifically "Apache Attack Helicopters," though one student identified as a V-22 Osprey. You can read all about it on Zerohedge.
In the meanwhile, one of the brainiac research team has had to be taken into special counselling because of the trauma received from survey replies. Unsurprisingly, the gender boffins at OSU have published a paper slamming attack helicopter Fascism and promoting revolutionary gender Marxism. Here's a sample, via Zero:
“The university at its most ideal can be envisioned as ‘a central site for revolutionary struggle, a site where we can work to educate for critical consciousness’ using ‘a pedagogy of liberation.'”
"Identities such as transgender status in STEM teaching should similarly not be taught as 'single issues' but be conceptualized as one component of our multifaceted experiences with power and oppression—and that categories such as race, gender, and sexuality have roots in European colonial logics shared by fascist movements."
"Engineering graduates in the U.S. frequently work in fields such as fossil fuels, defense, construction, and technology upon graduation, and could be taught about these field’s relationships with national and global racial capitalism."
Imagine, all two of you readers, the sheer, vast, huge amount of money spent or borrowed by this academic genius patrol to achieve such... nonsensical, immoral, bizarre, iniquitous, risible drivel. Race, gender, sexuality; wow, how very utterly totally fascist.
I tell you punters, they've been driven insane. By Satan. And then some. So, how do you identify?
Hippies, typically filthy, unwashed, misguided and now trans blasphemous parodies of men and women. Yes indeed, but is there hope for these misguided denizens of Austin, San Francisco and Portland? Perhaps, and here at the Compound we've worked with Beans to suggest a template.
Lure them to a pop festival, a "freak fayre" if you like. Secure the perimeter, set up in force with tents, safari rifles and all of that. Next step? Drop the boom, I won't go into detail. And then?
hippie
Issue the wretched hippies with fatigues and boots, shave their hair, start remedial PT, get that drill going (they don't get real rifles at this point, obvs), issue ironing boards and starch. And carry on, all conducted by LL, the RHSM (Regimental Horse Sergeant Major) who's taken over the SOUND STAGE, with its mighty amplification.
Hear it, punters, "By the left... QUICK MARCH!" And watch them move like clockwork across the desert expanse. Think yourselves lucky, hippies. And what can we say, problem? Solution. Yes, there is hope.
All eyes are fixed on Ost Front and the war, where Ukraine launched an offensive in June in the hope of driving to the Black Sea and severing Russia's land bridge with Crimea. But the offensive stalled in the face of Russian air power, artillery dominance and massive minefields.
whoa...
NATO trained and equipped mechanized brigades floundered and died before they even reached the first fortified lines of Russkie defense. Why, how could this happen? They had Leopard tanks, Bradleys, AMV 10s, MWRAPS, Mastiffs, M113s, HIMARS and so much more. It's cost you, the taxpayer, billions. That's right, billions, and it didn't break through. Why?
you fat, mad, fraud
Obvious answer. NATO equipment needs NATO officers like Major Rachel Jones to operate correctly. UKR needs to diversify if it's going to increase force lethality. Got that? Because diversity is our strength, see Major "Rachel" fake woman Jones above.
our depressed, suicidal command, trans them all
I say again, if we're gambling on never having to fight another big war again, why are we calling for moar war? Serious question, have we been driven insane by Satan?
This is a US Navy Ohio Class submarine outbound this afternoon. Can you imagine serving on this rust bucket? I'd feel ashamed.
rust never sleeps
Speaking of which, our defense budget is nearly $1 trillion or approximately one year's interest payment on our national debt. And here's the new head of the Navy, Admiral Lisa Franchetti.
some kind of joke?
Are you filled with confidence in our diversity hiring warfighting capability? Or, on the other hand, do you think we're gambling like Europe on never really having to fight a peer-to-peer war again on an industrial scale, ever?
live rust
Serious questions, and what's up with our mighty and once proud Navy. Our ships are starting to look like the rusting SovBloc hulks of the 1990s. Your call, readers.
Jason Aldean's Try That in a Small Town is being panned by lib critics and got pulled from CMT. His crime? Daring to say that the immensely peaceful George Floyd kickoffs wouldn't be tolerated in small town America.
Or to put it another way, revolutionary leftist skulduggery ain't gonna fly in the country. Which is true. But here's the song, #1 on iTunes, curiously:
Good call, Mr. Aldean, but what do black people think? I like these two patriots, via Infowars:
Well said boys. And it's true, the systemic race hoaxers tried it here, in North Central Texas (NCT) driving a bus full of green haired malefactors from Dallas to land in front of our Confederate War Memorial. Excuse me?
Good move, genius patrol. Then police Tahoes arrived, townsfolk patted their concealed carries and the wicked, mendacious, misguided, aggressive, nihilist, ersatz Rainbow got back on its bus and went home. No harm done.
Good work, Mr. Aldean. About time some people stood up and called this wicked Bolshevik evil out for what it is. But that's just me, you may think something else entirely.
when there's no more room in hell the dead shall walk the earth
The phone rang, "Hey, gotta minute?" Yes, it was Canada and I replied, "Sure, but only a minute or two because I have to drive out to the lake and say Mass. That's if I don't melt first, the cab's maybe 120*."
My Northern cohort thought about this for a moment, "That's hideous. Turn on the engine and AC, have a smoke and let it cool down, try that." I did, and Alberta continued, "Here's what's happening, the kids are going to Shambhala, it's like Burning Man but maybe worse, so I'm babysitting."
The cab cooled and I replied, "You'd have to pay me a whole lotta cash to go to a place like that." Yes, of course, and now it's over to you, the reader.
Would you go to a pop festival and if so, how? Here at DLC (Dallas Light Cavalry) HQ we feel it'd have to involve a small fleet of flatbeds, a powerful sound system playing uplifting Imperial music, Curzon style, and several tents, to say nothing of staff.
Many years ago I sat at a table of good bishops, real bishops, bishops that weren't and aren't afraid to stand for Gospel truth and apostolic teaching. One of them suggested I apply for for a position in London, as a kind of force multiplier, perhaps.
LSP onna horse
The Rt. Rev. Jack Iker looked a bit nonplussed and I replied, "Your Lordship, I suggest a new diocesan recruitment strategy." He raised a quizzical if professional eyebrow and I continued, unashamed, "It goes like this. Can't shoot, can't ride, can't fish, can't get in." Wisdom, do you not think?
typical
But by all means feel free to disagree and bet against the Monkey and devil take the hinder.
We were driving from Wooton near Woodstock to Oxford, and I was a precocious 8 year old. "What was it like," I asked the driver, doubtless some kind of prof, "at the end of the war?" He replied, "The Germans, even in retreat, were incredibly disciplined," I was struck by that.
And here's the thing, and it played a part in my decision to join up, the people of my age now were, back in the '70s and '80s, WWII vets. They'd been through it, that awful, cataclysmic fight. And here we are again, baying for blood in the name of... what?
Transgender rights? No, that's a risible rainbow smokescreen. How about massive amounts of money flowing to and from the MIC to our beloved rulers of whatever party. Pay up, serf, so we can be richer and you'll get the consolation prize of a tranny bathroom. Or die, at the front.
Now that everyone's recovered from yesterday's curious juxtaposition of Thomist hymnody and Millwall FC, we can all sit back and enjoy the refreshingly cool breeze of a Texan summer evening. Except that we can't because it's like a preheating oven out there and it's not even August.
Rhodie doesn't seem too fazed by it though, despite having a fur coat, and spends his time sleeping inside when not patrolling the perimeter. In fact, he got a bit adventurous last night and went off on an unauthorized recce patrol.
Where's the dog? I asked myself. Nowhere to be seen, but there he was on the front porch at first light, sleeping, safe and sound. Glad he had the sense to nav back to the den.
St. Thomas Aquinas is rightly known as the Angelic Doctor, perhaps the greatest of theologians, and the sanctity of his thought and devotion comes through in his hymnody, not least Adoro Te, composed for the Feast of Corpus Christi. Here:
Anglo-Catholics, that rare breed, are familiar with this translation:
Humbly I adore thee, Verity unseen,
Who thy glory hiddest ‘neath these shadows mean;
Lo, to thee surrendered, my whole heart is bowed,
Tranced as it beholds thee, shrined within the cloud.
Taste and touch and vision to discern thee fail;
Faith, that comes by hearing, pierces through the veil.
I believe whate’er the Son of God hath told;
What the Truth hath spoken, that for truth I hold.
O memorial wondrous of the Lord’s own death;
Living Bread that givest all thy creatures breath,
Grant my spirit ever by thy life may live,
To my taste thy sweetness never failing give.
Jesus, whom now hidden, I by faith behold,
What my soul doth long for, that thy word foretold:
Face to face thy splendor, I at last shall see,
In the glorious vision, blessed Lord, of thee.
And in the military Latin original, so beautifully moving in the singing:
Adoro te devote, latens Deitas,
Quae sub his figuris vere latitas;
Tibi se cor meum totum subiicit,
Quia te contemplans, totum deficit.
Visus, tactus, gustus in te fallitur,
Sed auditu solo tuto creditur;
Credo quidquid dixit Dei Filius,
Nil hoc verbo veritatis verius.
In Cruce latebat sola Deitas.
At hic latet simul et humanitas:
Ambo tamen credens, atque confitens,
Peto quod petivit latro paenitens.
Plagas, sicut Thomas, non intueor,
Deum tamen meum te confiteor:
Fac me tibi semper magis credere,
In te spem habere, te diligere.
O memoriale mortis Domini,
Panis vivus vitam praestans homini:
Praesta meae menti de te vivere,
Et te illi semper dulce sapere.
Pie pellicane Iesu Domine,
Me immundum munda tuo Sanguine:
Cuius una stilla salvum facere
Totum mundum quit ab omni scelere.
Iesu, quem velatum nunc aspicio,
Oro, fiat illud, quod tam sitio,
Ut te revelata cernens facie,
Visu sim beatus tuae gloriae.
Amen.
Thomas Aquinas (1225 - 1274 A.D.) was born into a noble family in northern Italy. His Father, Count Landulph of Aquino, was of Lombard descent and his Mother, Theodora, was Norman.
Unsurprisingly, the men of his family were knights and warriors but Thomas chose the religious life and joined the newly formed Domincan Order, much to the annoyance of his brothers and doubtless Father. But if he declined the offer of a temporal sword he most definitely took up its spiritual equivalent.
His writing, like light cast on a darkened city, like a flare of sanctity and truth, illumines and drives back error, evil and disbelief today.
Keen-eyed readers of this popular international mind-blog will have noticed ACoC (Anglican Church of Canada) left earth orbit many years ago for the icy void of deep space, but not the Diocese of the Arctic. So here's some good news from an unlikely source.
First, its bishop, David Parsons, is a member of a species all but extinct in the Anglican Church of Canada: he is a Christian bishop.
Second, the diocese is in communion with ANiC (Anglican Network in Canada) and is open to licensing its priests.
Third, the diocese does not support the recently adopted liturgies for Gender Transition and Affirmation or any of the other LGBT+ claptrap that obsesses other ACoC clergy.
Fourth, the diocese sees itself as the Anglican Church of Canada and the rest of the organisation as – something else. By implication, not a church.
Lastly, Parsons thinks, “that the great and terrible day of the Lord is coming, and many bishops are going to have a stark wake up as they stand before God and are asked why they have not stood against the doctrines of demons and devils. My fear is, that day will not be a day of repentance but just justice and judgment because the day of grace will be over.”
Did you spot that? the diocese does not support the recently adopted liturgies for Gender Transition and Affirmation or any of the other LGBT+ claptrap that obsesses other ACoC clergy. Wow. He just got out and said it. And again, many bishops are going to have a stark wake up as they stand before God and are asked why they have not stood against the doctrines of demons and devils. Exactly.
Well done, Bishop Parsons and the small but faithful Diocese of the Arctic, would that England's Anglo-Catholics and Evangelicals would be so bold. Regardless, we stand with you in the Diocese of Fort Worth.
So take heart punters, there is Good News, both in Christ and in his Church.
Have a beautiful Sunday,
LSP
PS. I take credit for coining the now ubiquitous acronym ACoC, so let's see some applause, international ortho/trad commentariat. Thx.
Looks like a prominent Ivy League school's been selling body parts. The shocking revelation came to light when FBI agents raided James Nott's apartment in Kentucky, finding 40 human skulls.
James Nott and an Harvard Skull
Six other people have been charged with dealing in human skulls, skeletons, spinal cords and more, not least Cedric Lodge, manager of the Anatomical Gifts Program at, you guessed it, Harvard.
Cedric Lodge and his Creepy Wife
Harvard's popularly known as Satan's Vatican and enjoys an endowment of over $49 billion. Do you remember that bit in the Gospels where Jesus says "you cannot serve God and mammon"?
Have you noticed how everyone's trans all of a sudden and wondered how this latter day Mengele madness swept through the Western world? This short from Christopher Rufo gives a synopsis of our current, and I'd argue Satanic, Frankensteinian trend:
From Pritzker billions to the slums of Detroit with cultural Marxism at the beginning, middle and end of the Godless project. Imagine the damage, physical and mental, to the victims of this nihilist abhorrence and the mighty profits which accrue from it.
You'd think, in the face of such demonism, that the Church would stand up and be counted but no. Mĕnēʾ mĕnēʾ tĕqēl ūpharsīn, מְנֵא מְנֵא תְּקֵל וּפַרְסִין, you've been weighed in the balance and found wanting. God's writing on the wall has, perhaps the weight of a curse, certainly divine judgement.
Word to the wise. Do yourselves a favor and watch Sound of Freedom in a small country movie theater or anywhere, but a small cinema in a small town may well be best. We still have a few, a very few, in this part of Texas and I went to one this evening, the Cliftex, with some kind church people.
Here's Prodigal's review:
Just returned home from watching "Sound of Freedom" at the Cliftex Theater in Clifton, Texas. Was built in 1916! $5 ticket!!!
Outstanding movie! Multiple times you could have heard a pin drop. Such a gut-wrenching reality. And it was done in a very mature manner. Not just an "appeal to the emotions" movie.
The level of perverseness and utter depravity that this, dare it be said, industry sinks to is heinous and wicked and demonic. There is no pit in hell deep enough for these haters of humans and humanity. Archangel Michael will usher all of them and their devil daddy to hell soon enough.
May God's Name be hallowed and praised. We beseech Him for strength to bind the strong man.
And use our prayers to frustrate and bring to naught the machinations of the ungodly.
Right on and thanks, Prodigal, for the ticket. On theme, watch Nefarious too, maybe the best demon possession movie I've seen, very "Hostage to the Devil."
Libs hate, despise and scorn both these excellent films, can't think why.
Look, it's too hot to think so I'm asking you, the reader, to help me out. Why are California Democrats blocking a bill to make child trafficking a felony? Likewise, why are mainstream media and film critics ignoring or rubbishing Sound of Freedom?
Perhaps you've heard of it, an indie box office smash hit detailing the very real, very serious and very evil scourge of pedo sex trafficking. It's based on real life LE experience and details, in suspenseful form, the utter evil of the thing.
The people love it, it's a very popular film. The critics and most media hate it. I say again, why? Why does Rolling Stone, which somehow still exists, hate it so much? Because, they say, the movie fosters a right wing conspiracy theory. Viz. Thousands of children are sold into sex slavery every year.
You see, there is no organized child-sex slavery operation, it's a figment of Nazi Fascist, tinfoil hat conspiracy crazies. That's what they say, there is no large scale pedophile trafficking going on in our country or around the world. It is, you stupid redneck Nazis a figment of your imagination. Listen to the science. No. Children. Being. Sold. For. Sex. Gettit?
No, I don't get it, because pedophile sex-slavery and torture is real. Just ask Jimmy Saville and Huw Edwards. You'd think, all ye champions of right over wrong, that this would be a bipartisan issue. Stop child sex-slavery even if the threat was remote, stamp out even the mere rumor of such a thing. But no, the Left chooses to ignore it and worse, castigate those who fight against it.
Why? As you reflect, people who champion killing babies in the womb are capable of anything. But your call, it's too hot to think.
.jpg)
.jpg)
