Showing posts with label Cold Steel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cold Steel. Show all posts

Monday, June 15, 2020

You Vicious Little Marxist!



Lynyrd Skynrd and Sweet Home Alabama were too much for the Compound's progleft laptop, one fatal step too far. Enraged, the machine mutinied on Saturday night, taking a BLM knee and going full Black Screen.


Commies Run From Cold Steel

So what to do? Take a knee in sympathy with the upstart radical nihilist, side with the revolutionary, tin-pot Maoist and bring the electronic life of the Compound back to some kind of Year Zero? No. Surrendering to its brazen sedition wasn't an option. 

Two paths to victory over the mutineer. Viz. Take the Black Screen syndicalist out to the range and shoot it. Tempting. Or, on the other hand, root out its aggressively dysfunctional thought leader and replace it with something that worked. After running a swift cost/benefit analysis  I chose the latter option.


But You Can Always Stab it With The Spyderco

In this case, a 500 GB WD SSD. Off came the back of the fractious box, out went the corrupt MQ01ABD100 Marxist and in went a sane alternative. Boom. Autonomous zone over. 


Vicious Little Maoist Removed From Power

New SSD in place, the machine booted off a flash drive and MicroRubbish Windows 10 installed seamlessly, rebellion over. Sorry, Mau-Mau, you lost this battle and lost hard.


Order Restored

There it was, a working, productive, functional machine standing proudly for God, flag, compound and country. No more knee-bending insurrection, no more Black Screen. That was over, and by way of bonus, the commie not-so-hard-drive can always be taken out in the field and shot. Result.

Draw the moral as you will,

LSP

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

The Pyx And The Knife



I drove to Waco this morning. No, not to visit the truly awesome Silos but to take the Sacrament to a man in hospital. Two of his family were there and I brought Communion for them too.

It's a simple enough rite and I use elements from an old book called the English Ritual, a relic from the days when the Church of England hadn't been taken over by Mantis People and the Anglo-Catholic movement was just that, a movement.




Regardless, when it was time to administer the sacrament, the strangely outsize Hosts stuck in the pyx; they wouldn't exit the small made-in-China faux brass container. Solution? Whip out your folder, mine's a Cold Steel Recon 1, and pry the Hosts loose. Then the rite can continue.

Ecce Agnus Dei... "Behold the Lamb of God, behold him which taketh away the sins of the world," the small congregation replying, "Lord I am not worthy that thou should come under my roof but speak the word only and my soul shall be healed." 




Communion administered and final benediction given, I remarked that I'd never done such a thing before and I haven't. Using a knife to administer Communion to the Sick isn't in the manuals, not even the Knott variety, and I felt a little sacrilegious. "Don't worry," said C, "We're all country people here."

That reassured me, as does the knowledge that Christ's Body was given to his Mystical Body, there in that hospital room.

Make of this what you will.

God bless,

LSP

Wednesday, June 8, 2016

It's Bushcraft Wednesday, Knives!



Bushcraft is an an art, the art of surviving in the field, possibly on your own and without modern conveniences, like the Nanny State and its herd of rainbow unicorns. More than that, it's a craft, and like any craft it demands tools to get the job done.

One of those essential tools is a good knife, which you can use for skinning, cleaning, prepping and eating food. Or for turning into a spear, which you can throw at the opposition when your AR15 is out of rounds.

Here at the Compound, we hope you find this infovideo as helpful as we do.

Your Old Pal,

LSP