Showing posts with label Lemmy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lemmy. Show all posts

Sunday, January 14, 2024

We Live Vicariously

 


Well, sometimes. An old friend's busy doing some sound magicke at London's famous RAK studios and sent me this:




Caption, "Look who lives on the wall here." Hey, let's hear it for Lemmy. Dam straight.

Your Pal,

LSP

Monday, January 10, 2022

Space Empire

 



If you go to LL's excellent blog you'll find the question; if Christ's second advent or second coming is going to happen, whatever the time or hour, why expand into space? Whoa, let's reflect on this for a moment:



Space is deep eh? And here at the Compound we're all in favor of the Lone Star State expanding its mission, yes, into the icy void of deep space. First step? Build a space elevator out of Houston after a fusion powerplant sets up at Marpearl. Limitless energy.



Then, setup onna Moon, it being the nearest quasi planetary body and an excellent training ground for our further expansion into the last and final frontier. After that? 

Mars, obviously, and then the moons of the gas giants and asteroids. Perhaps asteroids sooner, Texas can mine them to propel its Total Space Dominance (TSD). You see what we're saying?

Texas, we have lift off. And as always, and to answer the question, Deus Vult

Ad Astra,

LSP

Tuesday, March 16, 2021

Ready To Rumble

 




Remember the Waco Biker Shootout of 2015? What happened was Cossacks and Desperadoes fought it out in a bar/restaurant turf war at a Waco strip mall. Over, as I recall, who controlled the Twin peaks franchise drinkery.

Things got outta hand, people got shot and some say undercover LE were part of the problem. Perhaps they were, but I wouldn't know. What I do know is this, that I shop at this effluence of latter day Americana, at Best Buy, World Market (they sell Brit food, like curry essentials, Digestives and Marmite) and the evil Cabelas. 




I'd never have known, as I browsed overpriced electronics, bullets and Brit biscuits, that bikers were involved in a deadly power play a mere 200 yards away, or less. But they were. Here's some dashcam:




And here's Motorhead, Hawk version, because it's Epic. RIP, Lemmy, would you have been cancelled by today's glitter pony Maoists? Doubtless, and would he have cared? No. Whatev:




Mind how you go,

LSP

Friday, November 13, 2020

The Time Has Come For You To Choose

 



What's it to be, kleptocrat korporate kommies or drain the swamp MAGA? Your call, punters.



What can we say? Time has come for you to choose, better get it right.

Love,

LSP

Saturday, December 9, 2017

So Who Is Dave Brock?



Here at the Compound we're often asked, just who is Dave Brock? A second hand car salesman out of Monmouth, UK, or the weirdly bouffant head of Media Matters.








The other performed fraudulent charitable status and shills for the globalist, Illuminati, NWO elite as the head of a fake news organisation.




The one has long, greasy lanks and stripey flares and he's still alive, by some miracle beyond human understanding.




The other has a remarkable silver bouffe and a rainbow lover who tried to blackmail him. He's alive too, strangely.




And one had Lemmy, who isn't alive anymore but was awesome. RIP, Lemmy, you were great.




So who is Dave Brock?  Which Brock is the Psychedelic Warlord? You, the reader, be the judge.

Dik Mik forever,

LSP

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

This Dog Hunts Democrats


The thing about Blue Heelers is that they're a Collie/Dingo cross. Mine hates libs. A lot. Smart dog.



His first name is Blue.



That much is decided.

LSP