Tree Hugger

 

It was all about getting close to trees today and we found one at Lowes, a modest little beast but well formed for all that. Next up, get it trimmed by a friendly face tattooed shave head Latinx and chuck it in the bed of the rig. Thank God it's a long bed.

Note Pewter Candleabra (what? Ed.)

Once home, set that tree up in its stand and behold the regimental posture of the thing. Straight. Put lights on it and an angel, recall your dad sweating over lights on Christmas Eve and think how much easier life has become. Yes, we can get Christmas lights from any dollar store, no need to sweat it.

Tree

Then put some ornaments on the tree, there's lots and this little fella won't take them all, still, not bad for all that. Mission accomplished, behold your work and scorn the NWO. Globalist excrescence aside, do you remember when we didn't decorate our trees till right before Christmas? I do, and there's a beauty in that. Mind you, must've been stressful for the Paterfamilias. 

El Senor

In other news, a gang of multimillionaire socialists got frozen to Munich's tarmac in their private jets on the way to a climate enrichment scam. Oops, the world's getting hotter which is why it's colder, so give us all your money or we won't be able to chip all this ice away from our jets.

Honorary Colonel DLC

On topic, have you noticed how our green leaders bay for moar war? Sure you have, because, you know, it's so good for the environment. Just ask Raytheon or Lloyd "Totally Not A Diversity Hire" Austin. Whatever, the tree is up and that's grand.

Cheers,

LSP

Back in Dallas

 

It's that time of year when you barrel down I35 to Dallas on a mission to set up Christmas at Ma LSP's place in North Oak Cliff, and it feels good to be back with all the houses lit up for the holiday, all very festive. Nice, but then you drive a few blocks over to the 7-11 to pick up a phone charger and everything changes.

The 7-11

There's a homeless guy slumped over by the doorway, a couple of fat little tackheads in dirty pajama bottoms getting loud over pizza slices, one's wearing a mask, why? and the whole place stinks of pot. Neck tattoo store clerk takes your cash with a snarl and you get the feeling this inconvenience store could go off-hook  at any moment, which it could. 

Typical Oak Cliff Street Scene

Like no kidding. Back in June a store worker was shot and killed in this 7-11 by some random POC who was after cash, I don't know if he was caught. So I was glad to get back to Christmasland HQ and tomorrow we'll venture forth in search of a tree. 

Stay tuned for more of this urban Texan story as it unfolds.

Texit,

LSP

Advent

 

Advent, the coming of Christ. Here's a prayer, from the 1928 BCP, obvs:

Almighty God, give us grace that we may cast away the

works of darkness, and put upon us the armor of light, now

in the time of this mortal life in which thy Son Jesus Christ

came to visit us in great humility; that in the last day, when

he shall come again in his glorious majesty to judge both the

quick and the dead, we may rise to the life immortal; through

him who liveth and reigneth with thee and the Holy Ghost,

one God, now and for ever. Amen.

think yourself exempt? maybe think again

Bless you all, dramatic Dies Irae notwithstanding,

LSP

We The People

 

Here at the Compound we think you'll find this short teaching video helpful, so here it is:

Prophetic, don't you think?

Cheers,

LSP

Black Mischief

 

Do you remember Juicy, the improbably named Jussie Smollet who claimed he was attacked by deranged MAGA supporters in Chicago a few years back? Sure you do, Juicy was innocently wandering around the Windy City when two MAGA thugs tipped up, noosed him and poured bleach over the innocent POC's skin.

How hideous and such racism, except that the MAGA lynchers were in fact Juicy's Nigerian personal trainers. Fast forward to today and Juicy's lost an appeals court hearing and will have to return to gaol to serve the rest of incredibly light 150 day sentence.

At Juice's initial hearing, Cook County Circuit Court Judge James Linn lambasted the race hoaxer: "You’re just a charlatan pretending to be a victim of a hate crime. Your very name has become an adverb for ‘lying.’"

Smollett used to be an actor in some show no one's ever heard of and what can we say, America's so incredibly racist you have to make it up.

Your Pal,

LSP

The Empress Josephine

 

We're all fascinated by the Corsican Upstart's wife, Empress Josephine, but I feel it's only right to issue a caveat from the publishers of Josephine by Kate Williams:

Josephine de Beauharnais began as a kept woman of Paris and became the most powerful woman in France. She was no beauty, her teeth were rotten, and she was six years older than her husband, but one twitch of her skirt could bring running the man who terrorised Europe. She was born in Martinique in June 1763, and came to France as a young wife. Pretty and flirtatious, she revelled in the ancien regime. Then, as France burned, and the Revolution was followed by the Terror, she survived terrible imprisonment. Her husband died and her health was wrecked forever. Afterwards, she and other survivors tried to forget the pain in wild debauchery, clutching at the sensual pleasures that they had come so close to losing forever. Glamorous, stylish and a mistress of erotic arts, she understood that her only asset was her body and she became a mistress and courtesan to rich men. As she passed thirty, Josephine realised that her star was beginning to wane. She had to secure her future – and the men who kept her were too jaded for love. And so she turned her eye to a small, stocky, Corsican soldier, six years her junior and bursting with rude spirit. Society tolerated him for his bravery but laughed at him behind his back. No one could believe it when the stylish, feted Josephine began encouraging his advances. They were bound together by a scorching erotic fascination. He would gallop home to be with her, burst into her room, toss her into bed, and write long paeans of praise while he was away to he... With her, he became the greatest man in Europe, the Supreme Emperor. But her inability to give him a son finally tore them apart. This is a searing story of sexual obsession, war, heartbreak, affairs, devastating love, plots and murder and politics – in a world that was being altered forever.

 

Good heavens. The Iron Duke used a statue of Boney, and you can guess what part, as a coat rack in his pleasant home at No. 1 Hyde Park.

Cheers,

LSP

CIA Goes For UFOs

 

According to the UK's Daily Mail a top secret CIA office (Office Of Global Access or OGA) has been collecting crashed UFO debris since 2003 and even took possession of two intact craft.

Unnamed sources told the Mail:

There's at least nine vehicles. There were different circumstances for different ones, it has to do with the physical condition they're in. If it crashes, there's a lot of damage done. Others, two of them, are completely intact.

 

Wow, but we have to ask, if extraterrestrials are so technologically advanced that they were able to cross the icy void of interstellar space to visit earth, why would they crash, much less allow the CIA to get hold of their tech. It seems unlikely, which hints at a coverup, an inside job if you will.

Here at the Compound, we believe USGOV along with its secret police and espionage agencies have been infiltrated and possibly controlled by Off World interests for many years. Much like, if you pause to reflect, the Church of England (COE), the Anglican Church of Canada (ACoC) and the tellingly named TEC (The Episcopal Church).

So of course the OGA took possession of downed space alien craft, they're on the same team. Terrifying, isn't it. And perhaps you think this is some kind of weird conspiracy theory, think again.

Ad Astra,

LSP

Life For The Tzar Finale

 

Reds hate this, it enrages them, demon style.

But right thinking people love Glinka's Life for the Tzar, how could they not? Because they're deranged leftist shill goons driven insane by Satan.

A Fourth Rome there will never be,

LSP

Harvard Goes Swiftie

 

Popularly known as Satan's Vatican, America's prestigious Harvard university's set to debut a course on pop icon Taylor Swift in the Spring. Called "Taylor Swift And Her World," students will earn credit for "deep dives" into the smash hit celebrity's "lyrics, music" and "artistry."

Via Breitbart:

In this class, students will earn college credit for their deep dives into Swift’s lyrics, music, and influence, dissecting her catalog and reading a host of authors Burt finds relevant to understanding Swift’s artistry,” the newspaper reported.

Professor Burt, who graduated from Harvard in 1994, told the Harvard Crimson, “I try to teach only the courses that I think our students can really use — either because students want them or because our curriculum needs them.”

 

 

Exactly, really, really expensive classes at Limo Lib Ivy Schools have gotta be useful and necessary, and that's where the legendary singer/songwriter genius of  Taylor Swift comes in. Prof Burt continues:

"Taylor Swift is someone who establishes complicated and changing relationships to the idea of Americanness and to the idea of white Americanness and of middle America,” Burt said.

What can we say? Tay Tay is someone who establishes complicated and changing relationships to the idea of Americanness. Quite.

Tay Tay's net worth's at a jaw dropping  >1BN$. Have you ever looked into her eyes and not gotten a migraine?

Cheers,

LSP

Well Shoot

 

"Dad, let's go for a shoot." I thought about this, "What kind of shoot?" The once and maybe future Cadet replied, "A pistol shoot, my pal's never shot one because Canada and needs to get on it." I reflected on this, "D'ye know what .45 ACP costs, son?" and long story short, loaded up some guns in the rig and headed for the range.

First up, a no name Italian O/U 12 and a CZ 20 SxS, would the skeet survive the flak barrage? At first they did but we warmed up, smoking those clays like orange Focke Wulf's going down over France. Nice, good work, if remedial for me.

Then we moved on to .45 and I was genuinely impressed by the kids, really good shooting. Well done boys, and especially Canadian pal, right on in there without any prior experience, a natural. Hey, shoot on, and so we did, finishing up with a Ruger American .22 against random clays, shotgun shells, and assorted steel at 50 and 100 yards. Big fun.

Mission accomplished, we headed back to base and ordered pizza, cleaned weapons and all was well. What a great afternoon in the field.

#2A,

LSP

Just throwing It Out There

 

Thank Gaia the Left is in control of everything

A dime for a cup of coffee? Good luck with the Bidenomics, fool. Then there's Ukraine, how many millionaires have become multimillionaires dealing on the we must stop evil Putin autocrat before he invades us all and bans trans bathrooms!

Pax et Bonum,

LSP

The Shigur Idol

 

The Shigur Idol was found in a Russian peat bog in the 1890s and is the world's oldest wooden statue, dated to around 9000 BC, making it roughly contemporary with Gobekli Tepe. The idol or totem originally stood over 17 feet high but is now shorter, 9.2 feet, thanks to pieces lost during the Red Terror.

What a remarkable relic of prehistory and as with Gobekli Tepe, proof that 9000 BC humans were rather more than bark scraping nut gatherers. Were they the successors of of a previous civilization, one that had been destroyed by cataclysm and flood? Possibly, and all you Younger Dryas experts can chime in.

In the meanwhile, behold the face of the idol and ask, what were they thinking? We don't know but I tell you this, it wasn't Christian.

Your Ante-Deluvian Pal,

LSP

Christ The King

 

It's the Feast of Christ the King today, instituted by Pius XI in 1925 to assert the sovereignty of our Lord in the face of increasing godlessness and godlessness it was. Margaret Sanger, who went on to found Planned Parenthood, expressed its spirit shouting out from her magazine Woman Rebel, "No Gods No Masters!"

That was in 1914, three years before the Bolshevik revolution in Russia and its enraged attack on the Church. In illo tempore the infamous British occultist Aleister Crowley had written, "Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law." And there you have it, your will, not God's, is the rule.

Fast forward to today and the Sangerite spirit's alive and kicking, and if Crowley's do what thou wilt is the movement's creed, then transgenderism and abortion are its unholy sacraments, outward and visible signs of inward and spiritual rebellion against God.

Against this, the Church says no, you are not Gods and there is one true sovereign, Christ, Incarnate, Crucified and Risen, who breaks the power of sin, death and hell from the throne of the Cross. And as he ascended so will he descend, with clouds of glory to judge the quick and the dead, to separate the wheat from the chaff, the sheep from the goats. Message to market?

Get right with him, love him, follow him, and obey his commandments so that when he comes and we see him face to face he will know us as true and loyal subjects, as sheep of his own fold, and welcome us to the green pastures and still waters of paradise.

Oremus:

Almighty and everlasting God, whose will it is to restore all things in thy well-beloved Son, the King of kings and Lord of lords: Mercifully grant that the peoples of the earth, divided and enslaved by sin, may be freed and brought together under his most gracious rule; who liveth and reigneth with thee and the Holy Spirit, one God, now and for ever. Amen.

 

Viva Cristo Rey,

LSP

Just Some Stupid Memes

 

Wow, he's white and has a dog and a gun.

And a halo and a log cabin, inna woods. Lucky boy.

And then there's a frog.

Cheers,

LSP

What A Dam Disgrace

 

This makes me weep, it may not you. Sic transit. Then there's this besuited, Whitehall, sandy haired, baggy-eyed traitor. And Tony Margarine Demon Blair, watch out for him. 

Come back Curzon and Rhodes, all is forgiven.

Words fail,

LSP

Random Gun Ramble

 

Get A Better Bipod

Waved the young, ahem, gentlemen off to the range via Chevy Trailblazer this afternoon and off they went with various weapons. A ChiCom SKS, a CZ SxS 20, a no-name Italian O/U 12, a Ruger American .22 and an Aero Precision AR 10, all very 7.62.

Boom, and what could possibly go wrong with this scenario? Good question, and I asked one of the young men if he was a shooter. "Not really," came the reply, "Just some time with 9s and .22," so I fixed him with a steely eye, "Just make sure you don't shoot your buddy, alright? That's a no-no." He then rattled off the rules of marksmanship and I felt marginally reassured.

Random Hallway Weapons

Well, all you parents out there, perhaps you get the concern and in case you think me somehow "micro," "helicopter" or "nanny state," consider this.

The man who owns the range, it's part of his farming empire, loves to shoot and he took his only son out to the place for some plinking enjoyment. All good, until the kid shot himself in the groin with a .22 and bled out on the way to the nearest hospital. It's a larf, right, until it isn't.

Clean the dam pistol, LSP

That in mind, the boys did well, didn't shoot each other and returned back to HQ in good style following an unreformed diner burger at Campbell's(?). Looks like a shack, is pretty much a shack, but serves great diner burgers, rock on.

Message to market. Enjoy firearms, blast away and be free, but respect the weapon for what it is. Does that sound sententious or preachy? No, just solid common sense.

Shoot straight,

LSP

This And That

 

Get a haircut, fool

Well yesterday was fun, all about a standing rib, Yorkshire pudding, roast potatoes and carrots, delicious gravy and all of that. A young soldier and his Canadian pal approved of the feast. 

But today struck with a dead battery and headlight bulb in the kid's car and I tell you, removing a battery and replacing a bulb in an '04 Chevy Trailblazer isn't as easy as you'd think. Canadian friend likened it to "heart surgery." He had a point.

Big Baby

Then the kids went fishing and drove off to Austin to hang out with some Polish people and, I guess, hippies, it being Austin and all. I did not go to Austin but stayed at the Compound, where it's safe, and RV'd with some Mexicans at the church.

What good people, who set up the church's "sound system" for the new Spanish Mass this coming Sunday. I do not use a "sound system" because I kinda hate them in church, but for them it's important. So hey, carry on and el Senor sea con ustedes.

That aside, I find this... hypnotic, perhaps you will too:

Cheers,

LSP

Happy Thanksgiving!

 

Have a great day! Getting all up in the crystal and silver here at the Mess as we prepare to pound the mahogany. And here's a prayer:

O MOST merciful Father, who hast blessed the labours of the husbandman in the returns of the fruits of the earth; We give thee humble and hearty thanks for this thy bounty; beseeching thee to continue thy loving-kindness to us, that our land may still yield her increase, to thy glory and our comfort; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

 

God bless you all,

LSP

Well What Have We Here

 

Well what have we here. Just the Vicar of Christ on earth inviting a busload of tranny whores to the Vatican. I know, a facsim of Christ welcoming sinners, well done, but where's the admonition to "sin no more"? Stunningly absent.

Then there's Cosmo advertising Satanic ritual abortion, the Rainbow Bridge at Niagra has been targeted by Leaf extremists, a senior Pentagon official's been arrested for "pandering" in a sex sting, and Tucker's busy sending rounds into the X-Ring on social media. Here he is:

Always trust your gut. If you feel like they're lying to you, they are. pic.twitter.com/zkKYtRUbrf

— Tucker Carlson (@TuckerCarlson) November 21, 2023

A little long and maybe get a voice coach but wow, right there over the target. Tell the truth, kids.

Veritas,

LSP

Viva

 

Years ago, back before the TSA existed and life seemed simpler even on the Maryland ghetto side of the DC border, I prayed fervently for a voluntary Spanish speaking assistant priest. No small order but lo and behold, a man turned up and built up a mighty south of the border congregation. It was a big thing, literally, and the hideously lib TEC diocese couldn't shut us down because racism and all of that.

By way of example, bishop figure John Chane tipped up for an, ahem, episcopal visit in my last year there, complete with a seminarian from VTS (Virginia Theological School) seminary. Of course the young man was wearing a bow tie (What? Yes, it's true) and asked me superciliously if "we had any programs" while I was setting up the High Altar.

"No," I replied, adjusting a missal stand, "I don't think we do." Bow tie sneered at my recidivist High Churchmanship and sat down in a pew, waiting for Mass. And then the church started to fill up and there was VTS boy sandwiched between several crews of homies and cabrón all 'round. He seemed rather scared, sensibly; you'll forgive my welcoming grin.

I tell you, after 35 confirmations there we were at the end of the Mass, singing the Regina Coeli at the Guadalupe shrine at the back of the church, six deep and standing room only my friends. You see, they couldn't drop the rainbow boot on such a thing, the fighting monkey waxed too strong.

Fast forward to today. Again, I've been praying for a Spanish speaking assistant priest/clergyman and what's happened? The diocese, in its abundant generosity, has sent one, a deacon and a good man. We'll hold our first Spanish Mass at Mission #1 on Sunday, the Feast of Christ the King.

In the meanwhile, I'm furiously practicing liturgical Spanish and would appreciate your prayers.

Viva Cristo Rey,

LSP

Take The Money And Run

 

Hey now, don't discount the butcher bill. Just take the money and run, eh?

What are we, helpless?

Your Old Pal,

LSP

Sunny Southern Weather

 

One day it's Albertan ice and snow, and the next? Balmy autumnal Texas where everyone's enjoying porchlife in the temperate 70s, beautiful. Well, enjoy it while you can before the New Ice Age kicks in. Speaking of climate catastrophe, say a prayer for Linda, whose homestead's threatened by a seriously aggressive weather front. In other news, I found this uplifting, via LL:

 

“There can be no divided allegiance here. Any man who says he is an American, but something else also isn’t an American at all. We have room for but one flag, the American flag, and this excludes the red flag, which symbolizes all wars against liberty and civilization just as much as it excludes any foreign flag of a nation to which we are hostile. We have room for but one language here, and that is the English language, for we intend to see that the crucible turns our people out as Americans of American nationality and not as dwellers in a polyglot boarding house. We have room for one sole loyalty, which is to the American people.” — Theodore Roosevelt.

 

Granted, I fly several flags, not least the Bonnie Blue, but still. Then there's the NSA, which has fallen in love with the pernicious rainbow. Why, because national security?

 

Let’s start here with the Daily Wire. The NSA’s 34-page glossary defines hundreds of social justice terms, including “white fragility,” “transmisogyny,” and “settler colonialism.” If you don’t buy into the bullshit, you shouldn’t work there. “But the agency, which has been sharply criticized for its mass surveillance operations on American citizens, goes beyond openly endorsing the extreme tenets of Critical Race Theory with its glossary — it pushes queer theory as an approach that ‘critically deconstructs and challenges binaries such as male and female or heterosexual and homosexual.'”

Just think, readers, how much more secure we are as a nation for actively deconstructing binaries, you know, like "right and wrong." Awesome, now the NSA can spy on everyone with gay impunity and our beloved rulers can do whatever they want, do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law, sorta thing.

So who's in charge here, a gang of satanic Crowleyite Lao Tze Maoists? Asking for a friend.

Cheers,

LSP

Dixie

 

I wish I was in Dixie and hey, so does a massive chunk of California, Alberta and everywhere else. But what am I saying, I am in Dixie and thank God for that. But what do you know about Dixie, so-called "LSP," if that's your real name, which we doubt, aren't you a Brit?

Yes, famously, but not so fast, loyal Sons of the South, Ma LSP's people helped settle Denton, Jagoe style. Is Texanicity determined by... female bloodline? Yeah it is, everyone knows this, and you can imagine raised eyebrows when she married a Yankee and went to England on the Queen Mary France. Think, back when travel was civilized.

turn it up

Speaking of which, I recall an afternoon at the Denton Country Club. There we were, sitting in some kind of attractively unreformed 1950s anteroom, full of club diners, nice. And what does Pa LSP do? Announce loudly, mas gusto, I think I'll vote Democrat. Per the fickle beast of memory, you could've heard a pin drop.

My, what an old terrorist! And he confessed, over whatever offerings the DCC happened to serve up on that teak paneled day, "The parties have reversed." Right on, Pops, good late '90s insight, but he was smart, Canon Theologian and all of that, he saw Dixie was right.

I won't bang on, all hail the WEF and its NWO satraps.

Your old Pal,

LSP 

Zadok

 

I feel we need this,

LSP

Nutcracker

 

You no sooner get home to the mobbed mayhem of DFW's Terminal C than you notice Target, yes, Target, America's family store supermart, is up to its old tricks. That's right, they're pushing POC rainbow "Nutcrackers" and a POC Santa in a wheel chair, paraplegic Santa. Look, here He/Him is:

Wow, what a cutting-edge marketing strategy, picture the scene at Target Corporate, "Seriously, ths brand is tired, Target is yesterday's suburban mall has-been, like JC Goddam Penny, Sears or that supermarket no one even remembers, what was it? Yeah, Kroger and Piggly Wiggly. We need to shine or we go down into the trashcan of history."

Enter Erik Thompson, Target's Senior LGBTQIA+ Segmentation Strategist & Pride Lead, who goes by the username "gaycruella" on Instagram, "Time to whip out the ... Glitter & Hellfire ... flamethrowers and rip that old world to shreds darlings."

Round of stunned applause in the conference room and net result? Nasty Christmas ornaments which appeal to a tiny fraction of the nation and offend "that old world" which Target so badly wants to sell to and, apparently, "rip apart." Target must feel it's riding the rainbow unicorn wave of a revolution all the way to profit. But here's the thing.

Why hasn't the Old World, call it Christendom if you like, stood up to this risible affront to Christian sensibility, to say nothing of common sense. Lack of nerve for sure and more to the point, outright apostasy, and could it be that our major stores are run by the rainbow? Surely not, as if.

That in mind, if everyone who goes to church on a Sunday in North America were to boycott Target they'd be even more sunk than they are already.

Have at it,

LSP