Tuesday, January 1, 2019

Happy New Year!


God bless,

LSP

New Years Eve Fish



Thanks to our old friend Climate Change, New Years Eve dawned pleasantly balmy and it seemed like a good idea to drive over to the dam and try our luck against the aquatic adversary. To be honest I wasn't expecting much, but nothing ventured, nothing gained. So off we went.




The pier was empty, the water murky and the mighty Brazos flowed east towards Waco. "Let's try the famous Texan worm rig, kid," I told junior LSP. And that's exactly what we did, casting off with small baitholders weighted with split shot.




Lo and behold, we were getting tugs on the line within minutes and before long up  came a Black Drum. Result. The young 'un took a little longer to get started  but soon he was on the drum like a yellow vest storming Bregancon. Well done!




Then the bite switched off as the Drum went downstream; similar, when you think about it, to the FISA drop. You could see the fish jumping just out of reach,  tantalizing as the prospect of Lyin' Comey & Co. in Gitmo.




Undaunted, resolute, we fished on and were rewarded by a couple of catfish. They were small but so what, a fish is a fish. Then it was time to head back to the  Compound. 

And I tell you, it was good to get out in the country air and even better to catch something when you weren't expecting to.

Let's hope this augurs well for MAGA 2019.

Tight lines,

LSP

Sunday, December 30, 2018

This is What You Get...



When you're an elite Illuminati protege, like French President Emmanuelle Macron. That's right, h/t LL, a lavish medieval castle overlooking the Med. 

But the days of Macron hiding away at Fort Bregancon may be over following a daring raid on the presidential getaway by populist demonstrators.




Intrepid yellow vest protesters attempted to storm Macron's deluxe NWO Riviera hideout last Thursday and promised to return after police repelled them.




The raid was part of larger protests which have convulsed France, as hundreds of thousands of people took to the streets demanding an end to their despised president's over-regulation, crushing tax burden, and out of touch lifestyle.

Macron, net worth $31.5 million, provoked scorn earlier this year by building a $39,000 swimming pool in his castle at taxpayer expense, despite having a private beach at the elite residence. And that's not all.




Following his election win last year, Macron revealed that he spends over $23,000 on makeup a month along with his aging wife, La Trolle Brigitte. The presidential couple also spent $60,000 on new crockery for the Elysee Palace. 

How very tres jolie,

LSP

Saturday, December 29, 2018

Go For A Shoot



It's important to get the young 'uns shooting, so we loaded up the rig with guns and headed for the range. A CZ 20 SxS, an AR15, a Chicom SKS and a Ruger American .22. 




First things first, try out the shotgun against the clays. Sling 'em up and shoot 'em, at least that's the theory,  the initial praxis? Pathetic. But we warmed up and got on target well enough and I have to say, I'm a total convert to 20s. Swift, easy on the shoulder and guess what, they work. 




Some call them "girl guns" because they don't have the roar and weight of a 12. This misguided opinion is an error.

Next up, the SKS. Big fun to shoot and a proper little blaster; metal plates took a beating from this workmanlike tool of the revolution. Plenty of power behind that stubby little 7.62x39 round, designed in 1943.




But the AR15 seems light and nimble compared. This one made quick work of soda cans and steel plates. Its Primary Arms red dot was on, apparently, nice.




We finished up with some .22 plinking which seemed tame in comparison, but don't scoff. Rounds down range are rounds down range, and these connected against steel with great satisfaction.




Then it was time to head for home in the setting Texan sun, a good job well completed.

Don't fear the reaper,

LSP

Friday, December 28, 2018

Hikers


The best thing about Islam is that it's so liberal and feminist, go ask all the wymmyn it liberates, or kills. And that's what it is with Sharia, empowering. See Linda Sarsour.

Serious question, when will these people wake up? In the meanwhile, don't fear the reaper.



Your Old Pal,

LSP

Thursday, December 27, 2018

Reverse Santa



Keen-eyed readers of this incisive foreign policy blog will have noticed that empire building's gone out of fashion, unless you're Chinese

Their little method goes like this, we call it Reverse Santa:

Lend Africans vast sums of money, with assets like airports, railways, energy companies and ports as security.
Africans remarkably fail to pay back the loans.
Chinese take all the Africans' stuff.




Beef Chow Mein all 'round!

LSP

First Lady and Big Mike



Here at the Compound we hope you find this infographic as educational and helpful as we do.

Your Friend,

LSP

Wednesday, December 26, 2018

A Fine Vintage



One of the best things about Christmas is that you get to drink great wine. It's just part of the feast.

Cheers!

LSP

Victory!



After visiting the sick I braved the Christmas day death trap that is I35N to Dallas.


Typical

The table was laid, a turkey was resting, champagne was flowing.


Presents

There were presents around the tree.


Gaol

Blue Predator was relegated to the back hall so he couldn't eat the presents.


Rabble Rousers

And everyone feasted.


Fireworks

Victory!

LSP


Monday, December 24, 2018

Merry Christmas!



St. John Chrysostom puts it well:

Come, then, let us observe the Feast. Truly wondrous is the whole chronicle of the Nativity. For this day the ancient slavery is ended, the devil confounded, the demons take to flight, the power of death is broken, paradise is unlocked, the curse is taken away, sin is removed from us, error driven out, truth has been brought back, the speech of kindliness diffused, and spreads on every side, a heavenly way of life has been planted on the earth, angels communicate with men without fear, and men now hold speech with angels. 
Why is this? Because God is now on earth, and man in heaven; on every side all things commingle. He became Flesh. He did not become God. He was God. Wherefore He became flesh, so that He Whom heaven did not contain, a manger would this day receive... and the heavens give glory, as the Lord is revealed by a star.

Wishing you all the merriest Christmas,

LSP

Sunday, December 23, 2018

Magnificat



If you follow the strange new modernistic lectionary you'll have heard the Magnificat this morning at Mass, Mary's exultant hymn of praise to God. My soul doth magnify the Lord, sings the Virgin to Elizabeth.

Consider the depth and power of the canticle and while we're at it, here's an Advent carol from the Cambridge crew.




Some argue that the West won't defeat the twin jihad of Secularism and Mohammedanism until its people recover their faith, which is the ancient, unconquerable Faith of the Church. 

It takes Spirit to defeat spirit or to put it another way, Charles Martel didn't forge his hammer in a vacuum. 

Magnificat anima mea,

LSP

Saturday, December 22, 2018

This & That



Things get kind of hectic in the lead up to Christmas, even in the laid back rural wonderland of the Compound. Problem being that by tradition I drive to the metrosprawl a few days before Christmas to get presents.


Devolution?

I broke with unholy tradition this year by doing all the shopping right here in town, within view of the hangin' trees on the Square. Boom. Done. This freed up space and time to visit the flock, deliver Christmas gifts to the Fire Department and local LE, and visit the mighty Brazos.


The Mighty Brazos

No one was catching anything but it was good to see the river and plot against the piscine adversary. Recce patrol, sort of thing. Then Walmart got a look-in. I tell you, that's where the church should be because that's where the people are, in all their glory and everything else in between. 


A Beautiful Unicorn

Dwarves, unicorns, elves, all the flotsam and jetsam of Middle Earth in abundance, right here in North Central Texas; no kidding, like the court of kings. 


The Halls of Moria

Resisting the urge to set up in the midst of the action, I went about my business, got the job done and headed back to base in that sweet sunny southern weather.


Ride on

As I type this exciting letter home from the southern front of the War on Weather, pheasant's boiling in the pot along with assorted veg. It'll become a pie, a victory pie in the ongoing battle for or against global warming.

Take that, vast international readership, as you will.

Gun rights,

LSP