Come on, Putin, Turn up The Heat!

On Hillary, by releasing all the emails your team hacked off her, ahem, private server. 

Senator Cotton agrees and thinks a frustrated FBI is about to turn to Russia for help.

So come on, Vlad, lend a hand and earn the undying support, love and gratitude of the American people.

Your Old Friend,

LSP

Fishing

It was a bit chilly in Texas yesterday, so we decided to get near some water and go in search of the mighty Leviathan Bass.

They were hiding, but the team caught a catfish and a fierce little predator that was lying in ambush off the bank. By some miracle, a leaky old Jon Boat managed to stay afloat. I watched it from the safety of the bank.

Don't Forget The Sunscreen

Word to the wise. If you go fishing in the searing Texan heat of the day, deploy sunscreen, otherwise you might find yourself suffering the next day. Speaking of which, Team Clinton seems to be feeling the heat right about now, with one journalist writing, "Finding a more obvious case of active political conniving than the Bill Clinton-Loretta Lynch Phoenix Airplane Chat (PAC) is pretty darn tough."

The Servant Must Receive Her Orders

This is absurd. Attorney General Loretta Lynch must serve her Masters and she can't do that if she doesn't talk with them. Maybe that's over an encrypted 'phone line, maybe it's on a shielded plane, whatever. And let's not pretend that there's some weird conflict of interest here. 

The Rule of Law is Adrift

The Clintons are above the law, and AG Lynch is there to serve them. So let's not hear anything more about the PAC because there's nothing to hear, just a Master talking to his servant. About Grandkids, right? Or maybe you want an audit, or worse.

Cheers,

LSP

Cooking With LSP, The Hard Way

"Cooking with LSP?" you ask with a wry smile, "That's kind of weird." Not so fast, readers, here's how it's done. The hard way.

Go to Walmart and pick up a couple of Threepers. No, not two members of a citizens militia! Two 3 packs of New York Strips; they shouldn't cost more that $30, all in all. Take your Threepers home, salt and pepper them and let those steaks come to room temperature in a place where the dog can't get them. He's hungry for steak.

Fire up the Weber using a large chimney, you'll want a lot of charcoal for a hot fire, then spread the coals when they're grey and put a grid over them. Scrape that grid down with a wire brush and admire the inferno as you sip an ice cold Stella. But look, there's no rule, it doesn't have to be Stella, that's just my choice. Do what you like, it's up to you.

Meditation over, get the steak and throw it on the grill. Watch it sizzle as the Threepers hit the hot grid; after about a minute, put the lid on the grill and observe the mystery of cooking for around 3 minutes, depending on the size of the steaks. Uncover, flip, repeat.

Grilling over, put the steaks on a tray and serve them up to the hungry team. Maybe throw in some baked potatoes and salad, perhaps some fried onions and mushrooms, whatever. 

You, not Big Government, are in charge of this operation. Then eat your steaks, like a Warrior. 

And that's cooking with,

LSP

It's Bushcraft Wednesday!

Yes, it's Bushcraft Wednesday and here we are, deep in the bush of the metrosprawl. Just me, Blue Unmentionable and a couple of .45s.

A Couple of Guns

What do two pistols have to do with the art of Bushcraft, you ask yourself, mystified. Simple, if you're charged by a predator out in the bush, you need something to defend yourself and a reliable sidearm can come in handy.

Alien Gear Works

The team favors Glocks and, today, a Beretta. Both great guns but I'd say the Glock has an edge because of its sturdy, workmanlike simplicity. Nothing fancy about that pistol and fewer parts to malfunction or go missing or break. A big asset in the bush.

The Simplicity of Glock

So listen up, bushcrafters. Invest in a reliable sidearm and keep it clean, I recommend the Glock 21. And while you're at it, check out Alien Gear holsters, for inside and outside the waistband carry. They work.

Blue Unmentionable

Here endeth the shameless marketing for Beretta, Glock and Alien Gear.

Your Old Friend,

LSP

Who is Bob Geldof?

Just another run of the mill celebrity millionaire socialist. He's worth a neat and thank-you-very-much $150 million; small change for an Illuminati stoogedupe of the New World Order, right?

A Knight

Millionaire Socialist Bob (MSB) is a Knight and sings for the world famous Boom Town Rats. Their great hit was I Don't Like Mondays, in which the soulful punk pranksters told the world that they wanted to "shoot the whole day down."

A Millionaire Socialist

Geldof's dream of a EuroCom socialist utopia was shot down at the Brexit referendum, when Britons perversely voted for national sovereignty. 

A Jackass

Sporting readers of this obscure Kebob Stand on the Information Super Highway have thrown down a challenge, Viz. They'll wager their Farage against any two, yes, two, of your Geldofs.

Well, I'm not a gambling man, but the bets are on.

Gold only,

LSP

The Clinton Bodycount Just Got Bigger

A former UN Ambassador for Antigua and Barbuda, John Ashe, was declared dead last week after a barbell fell on his neck. Ashe was set to appear in court this Monday, where he would have been co-defendant alongside "Clinton bagman," Ng Lap Seng.

Hahahaha! You're Dead!

According to Hidden Americans: "One source told me, 'During the trial, the prosecutors would have linked Ashe to the Clinton bagman Ng. It would have been very embarrassing. His death was conveniently timed.'”

Crazed

Ng was  linked by the US Senate to an operation that funneled hundreds of thousands of dollars to the DNC during the Clinton Administration, though he wasn't charged with any crime. However, old habits die hard and the hapless Ng is currently charged with smuggling $3.4 million into the US, along with his deceased-by-barbell co-defendant, Ashe.

Terminate

Strange how people who embarrass the Clintons end up dead. In other news, a former Secret Service agent has claimed that the Clinton White House was a cocaine-driven nightmare of out of control sex, paranoia and wigged-out rage. He's still alive, remarkably.

Cheers, 

LSP

Texit Time To Go?

Whether you think it's right or wrong to kill babies in the womb, it's probably a safe bet to say that most everybody thinks abortion's a surgical procedure. So, in order to make the procedure or murder safe, it makes sense to force abortion clinics to operate under regulations for "ambulatory surgical centers." 

Well, sense perhaps to anyone but the Supreme Court of the United States, who've ruled along partisan lines to overturn Texas legislation that would have acted to reduce the possibility of Kermit Gosnell-style Houses of Horror occurring in the Lone Star State.

Regardless of SCOTUS' belief that abortion is a constitutional right, really, the framers of the Constitution would have thought that? what's on display here is a radical disconnect between a politicized Supreme Court and what the people of a state believe is right and true.

Nothing, per the SCOTUS majority, must stand against the sacred right of abortion, not even normal surgical center regulations. Texans, via their legislature, think otherwise and at some point there has to be a clash, or constitutional crisis.

The bottom line is this. Citizens should not obey unjust laws and, as a matter fact, people won't obey laws that they don't believe in. Any court which attempts to impose them becomes irrelevant at best, or a touchstone of anger, division and conflict at worst. With this latest ruling, it seems we're on course for the latter.

No wonder Texans are talking about leaving the Union and, in case you wondered, the Lone Star State has roughly the same GDP as Australia and more people.

Texit,

LSP

The Genius of Black Lives Matter

Do you remember the Orlando nightclub shooting, in which Omar Mateen went Jihad on the dancefloor? By way of a refresher, there was a fair bit of head scratching over the massacre; why would anyone do such a thing, asked the press, punditry and rightleft prog elites.

A bit of a conundrum, eh. But not to worry, Black Lives Matter got right down to it and found the culprit and the motive. Via Rod Dreher:

Despite the media’s framing of this as a terrorist attack, we are very clear that this terror is completely homegrown, born from the anti-Black white supremacy, patriarchy and homophobia of the conservative right and of those who would use religious extremism as a weapon to gain power for the few and take power from the rest. Those who seek to profit from our deaths hope we will forget who our real enemy is, and blame Muslim communities instead.

That's right, it was a hate-filled, homophobic, white supremacist that shot up the rainbow. As Dreher deftly puts it, "In case you didn’t notice, Omar Mateen, an Afghani-American radical gay Muslim registered as a Democrat, was really a right-wing, gay-hating, white conservative. No, Black Lives Matter isn’t crazy at all."

A Typical Patriarchal White Supremacist

Sitting here, on a pile of ammunition crates, fishing rods, deadly assault rifles and Bob Geldof voodoo dolls, it strikes me that our discourse, in what's left of Western civilization, has become insane. There's something hellish about that.

Time to Texit,

LSP

The Sun Sets

As the sun was setting on Brussels and Bob Geldof's New World Order, I looked out across the Big Pond, hoping for a Leviathan Bass. I hoped in vain. Like the people of Sunderland, Tyneside and Basildon, the fish weren't fooled by the empty promise of the enticing lure. They saw through it and decided against the worm.

Except for one fish, who took the bait and started travelling with it. I gazed down at the water in astonishment, gave the line a gentle tug, and the fish swam off. "So you figured the fish was going to set the hook all by itself?" asked GWB. "Er, yeah," I replied, "Sometimes they do that." 

A Typical Millionaire Socialist

My intuition says that GWB wasn't too impressed with this small gem of angling wisdom, but whatever the case, he went on to catch a fish on his fly rod. Well done.

GWB's Fish

Then night fell and it was time to leave the pond and head back to the Compound. Whether Texas will "Texit" and part company with America's ruling DC overlords, is presently unclear. That the Bass are trying to escape the searing summer heat by moving to deeper waters is more certain. 

I've resolved to get in a boat and go after them.

Fish on,

LSP

Rule Britannia!

Remember the old song that says Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves? Well it seems that that the Britons do, following their decision to walk away from their transnational elite, secular rightleft overlords in Brussels. 

What can we say? Rule Britannia, despite the best efforts of the bankster NWO puppetmasters and their Illuminati stooges in the Boom Town Rats.

Whether millionaire socialist celebrity Bob Geldof's disastrous performance on a boat in the Thames influenced this positive outcome, is presently unclear.

And you'll notice that the progleft shills in the so-called objective press are all saying that democracy's a bad idea.

Right. Who knows, maybe Great Briton will rebuild its Navy.

Carry on,

LSP

Mass and Aftermass

At the St. Michael's Conference Southwest you have the Mass.

And the Aftermass.

Blessed, praised, and adored be our Lord Jesus Christ upon His throne of glory in heaven, in the most holy Sacrament of the Altar, and in the hearts of His faithful people. Amen.

Unleash the power of the Western Rite.

LSP

Hope And Change

Hide That Paten

No clowns, no gender fluid priestesses, no goofy liturgical dancers, no progleft comsymp tomfoolery masquerading as Christianity, just the Gospel, the Faith once delivered and the our best shot at unleashing the power of the Western Rite.

Don't be a Hippy or a Witch, Kids

That's the St. Michael's Conference Southwest, and the kids love it, a lot. It's a privilege to staff it for a week.

God bless,

LSP

Gun Henge

Behold the power of the Mysticke Stones.

Will their earth energy deflect the power of .45 ACP and 5.56? Will Gaia shield the black silhouette from the evil pistols and deadly assault rifle? No, it will not.

Smoldering rubble.

Moral of the story, don't hide behind a cinderblock wall. The stones won't save you.

Gun rights,

LSP

Don't be an Illuminati Shill, Shoot

There's nothing wrong with collecting guns. You can stare at them, lovingly, as they sit in their racks, gleaming in the Gun Room, and that's just fine. But the end or the telos of the gun is to hit a target with a bullet, moving with explosive energy and power. 

If guns aren't doing that they're not fulfilling their potential, which isn't fair on the firearm. With that in mind, I took BW, her friend T and some of the armory to Range #2.

You're Right Handed, BW

It was hot, no doubt about it, but that didn't stop us squaring up against the opposition under a fierce Texan sun that seemed to bleach everything with white light.  A Glock 21, Beretta PX4, AR 15 and a Ruger American .22 all fulfilled themselves, putting rounds down range and on target.

T Gauging The Enemy

T, who works for the Beretta Gallery in NYC, enjoyed shooting weapons that aren't generally available on the Island, and he shot well, taking to the violent and deadly .45s like a natural. He's a wing shooter on the Rainbow Hued East Coast (RHEC) and favors a classic double trigger, straight stock, side by side 20 gauge, for shooting pheasant and woodcock. I'm jealous of that gun and he's jealous of the freedom to shoot .45s and evil assault rifles. 

A Target

Are we even? No, because I can save up and buy the SxS. Sorry, T. rally 'round and vote the RHEC out of power, please. In fact, send the elite millionaire socialist leaders to jail while you're at it. The world will be a safer place.

A Typical Day in Texas

BW got in some practice on the Ruger and wanted to shoot left handed, which is odd, because she's right handed. That peculiar trend was put right, I think, and accuracy improved accordingly.

Shoot over, we headed back for home and some ice cold beer. And that's what it's all about, here at the Compound.

Shoot straight,

LSP

Texas Bass!

At an undisclosed location somewhere in Texas, there's a large pond. It's called "The Big Pond" and it has Bass in it, some of those Bass are large, really large, 8 lbs and up. The Team calls them Leviathan Bass because that's what they're like, monsters. I went after them this evening with Yum's famous Ribbontails, which promise: 

"The Ribbontail worm is your basic curlytail with a difference. The curl is longer than most, providing more swimming action in motion that other similar worms, and the solid body takes the abuse of multiple bass without tearing." 

So much for the marketing, did the Ribbontails walk the walk? They sure did, producing strike after strike. Widemouth Bass on The Big Pond love a dark Ribbontail and it was like storybook Bass fishing, with the ferocious predators surging, jumping and leaping out of the water at the end of the line, rod bent double. Big fun and big fish.

Did I land a Leviathan Bass? Not this time, but I'm not complaining.

Fish On,

LSP

Satanists Team Up With Abortion Giant

In a shocking move that surprised no one, the Satanic Temple is putting its infernal might behind baby parts seller and abortion industry giant, Planned Parenthood. 

You can read all about it here and if you do, note how certain members of the legal profession were batting for the worshipers of the Horned God.

Hillary Clinton is an avid fan of Planned Parenthood. There is no direct evidence linking her to the Satanic Temple, yet.

LSP