My every second is a prayer. It is an attempt to fulfill the obligation I have to my ancestors and descendants. While it is not as perfect and whole as I would like; it is at the same time a divine fight to protect and care for.
Like everyone else; I am nothing but an antennae of my God. Whatever knowledge or wisdom I have springs from my belly and not from the chatter-bugs of my mind.
I am way cuter than degeneracy. I’ve got a little heart-shaped face because physiognomy is real Baby!
This braggadocio does embarrass me but I am willing to risk it. Transgressing my cultural norms is somewhat humiliating but I am obligated to protect my culture more than I am obligated to protect my social standing. I have a responsibility to steward the beautifuls for the well-being of all. The cowards will cower. It’s what parasites do. We cannot blame the weak for their weakness.
You know when you are almost asleep and then you have this amusing thought so you start giggling yourself back awake and then end up making a blog post? Me too
So what pulled me back from the important brink of dreams was /pol/.I think it’s long been accepted by literally everyone that we would live in a transcendental world of joy and order if we canned congress and replaced the dual citizens on the supreme court. Of course the CIA and NSA would no longer be needed if we just put 4Chan in charge of everything. We hold this truth to be self-evident.
But what cracka’d me up was all of a sudden I thought not only would /pol/ do it for free they would do it in their spare time after their real jobs and it would be superior to our current government/deep state system and even lulzfull. Because 4Chan They are that glorious.
There is nothing they can do when the western world puts their shoulder to the wheel. We see the future and it is glorious.
Regardless, at least they are covering it. I don’t even think the woman is white, at least not my stripe of whitelady. She’s jewish. Real whiteladies like myself are much too timid to wade into a big group of black peoples. And I’m even tough enough to have chased a black man out of a club after he punched me in the face for being white- but numbers,were on my side .well as brave as I like to tell the story to myself,if I had seen that number of blacks orhispanics I would have known better to get close to them at all. Jews on the other hand have very little sexual dimorphism. It’s curious how they push it on every other race so much. It reminds me of my favorite thing to say, ‘you can only build what’s inside you’ or my other favorite, ‘you can’t truly understand what you cannot build‘.
Bees don’t owe their honeycombs to wasps or cockroaches either.
Itactually makes me feel a bit kinder toward (((those))) that want to wipe beauty off the earth and destroy my people. In the sense that just as whiteladies stupidly project our kindness and desire to nurture onto other groups. We can’t help ourselves. We want to believe we will be the plucky whiteladies taking the world’s hands and bringing peace to the world.
(the above whitelady porn shows me how easy it is to create equality and should let everyone else know how dangerous I am. It’s not that fun to be awared of this )
Jewish women are by nature very masculine and aggressive by WASPstandards.
Nevertheless these yufs . not discern the nuance between white and “I’m not white I’m jewish”
(((Cringe))) you into next year fo’ shizzle muh Hymieizzle.
One of the things that bothers me personally the most about these incidents and the ridiculous reactions by ‘open-minded liberals who refuse to discriminate’ (discrimination and good judgment are the most important qualities anyone can embody). Is that even when I was one of those cotton-headed people who refused to recognize what I was seeing with my own eyes and hearing with my own ears and even worse than that suffering very personal consequences to myself and people I loved- I was so desperate to believe that we were all the same.
How much harm tomyself and others that I allowed because I didn’t want to believe that others are fundamentally different than us. I say this as a person that has no hate in her heart for anyone. I don’t hate other races. I don’t hate other races any more than I would hate a tiger for being a tiger or sheep for being a sheep. There are people I love very much that are not white and in no way think all of any group is the same. I believe that Jeffery Dahmer is my race as is John Wayne Gacey-these are not the only white people that disgust me BUT-None of these examples in any way refute the fact that my people in large groups are not safe around other people in large groups and there is no benefit to white Americans to tolerate this or engage in this.
While I even believe there is a tolerance of foreigners that we can successfully integrate and would quite frankly be happy too share the incredible value of our culture with-it’s not our obligation. OUr only obligation is to protect the valuable culture we inherited. A culture that does not exist without us. A culture that we are stewards of and is not ours to give away out of cowardice.
I’m fortunate in that my ancestors have carefully recorded our history. Seriously-I can look up about a million years of family heraldry just on the interwebs. Maybe not a million but enough to make my eyes glaze over and think ‘Who are these people again?” They’re all English English English. Despite the fact that I hail from the oldest families in America.
My parents were still little kids when the Hart-Cellar act to destroy America was passed. (At that time 51% of the country could trace its roots back to the founders) It actually shocks me how little diversity there is in my family tree. I remember some of my sibs complaining that ‘we’re so boooooring’ I defended us externally to them and half-heartedly because I was older and didn’t want them to feel bad but internally I agreed. We were boring. We didn’t have any fantastical dysfunction. We were annoyingly conscientious and concerned with the nature of the right action.
The only point of interest was that we have some snown1gger in us. I grew-up with many Dala Horses in da house and Yule Goats at Christmas along with Ableskivers ( I will be posting that recipe and how to soon)
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Of course I know that if you look fååår enough in my background you will find Danegeld North England raiders-I just never felt connected to it. Until a few days ago. I was making a birthday card for someone I love very much and bc reasons I wrote Happy Birthday in Danish.
(Do you see the dag which is day is so close to the German Tag?) I had this fairly cheap polka-dotted floral ribbon that I wanted to use up because I didn’t have enough to do a real project with. So I cut out the hearts and modge-podged them around the sentiment. Then I thought I would dot up the letters for cohesion.
As the four readers of my blog already know I am always on about, you can only build what is already inside of you. As in culture is a byproduct of biology. I sat back surprised to realize when I had finished my card that unintentionally I had made a card with a snown1gger aesthetic.
I think it’s the first time I really felt connected to it.I mean I knew-I knew blah blah but I didn’t really see why I should care- like most of the powerful feels in my life it really surprised me.
I am now at the point where I can champion our British heritage with complete enthusiasm to my sibs. If I get the opportunity-when I get the opportunity. Not often. Of course they all think I am crazy- but I hold a special place in my family. They think I am crazy but they also think I am right.
My mother calls me her “magic 8ball daughter” that whenever she wants to divine the future she just has to shake me up.
Not really fair but it makes her happy. She is naturally distressed about what is happening to our people but smiles her pretty smile when I remind her how we brought civilization to the world and snown1ggers don’t need numbers when we’ve got strategy.
Traditional American dish served on New Year’s Day. Good news! Plenty of time to prepare and you will need:
2 T Butter
Bacon AND Sausage
Red Pepper chopped
Small Onion Chopped
2 cups black-eyed peas
Salt and Pepper
Box of Chicken Stock
First chop a lot:
Wait. First Soak your beans. A lot of recipes will tell you to soak them for like 12 hours. Ridiculous. And I’m the paranoid one. You need like 2 hours. Just until they are softened. Oh and when you soak them put 2 as much water as beans.
Sorry for the gross picture. They are puffy enough to be boiled though. To be fair to my horrible picture, black-eyed peas are gross and they taste gross. That is what makes my recipe all the more important.
That is why a key element of my recipe is that you buy your meats from a real butcher or preferably a real meat shop. Not from a package. a World of Difference. A Multi-verse even.
Melt the Butter
Sauté your chopped bits. Put Aside.
Next cook up your meets and chop them and set aside
Finally. And I do mean Finally because by this time you are at it quite a while. In a large pot pour in your beans and chicken stock. (Of course it is better if you make your own chicken stock but this is the alternative.) You can add bay-leaf, but I don’t find it necessary. You can also add a bit of shredded carrot to sweeten it. Or a bit of hot sauce or cayenne.
Bring to a boil and then simmer for about 30 minutes.
Do not over cook.
This is the biggest mistake made in modern cooking.
Over-cooking is for Taqueria-style Mexican food. Nobody wants to eat that. It’s like dog food.
There should still be a decent bite to your bean that you don’t want to lose when you add in all your choppings. You want to wait to nearly the last minute, 5 at the most, so you don’t lose the enormous flavors of the add-ins. Again, because of the dog-food affect.
Apparently, I managed to lose the ending pictures of my dish. These things do happen. Even boring girls do get bored. You can serve it over rice. I figure why bother? Like a salad with lots of goodies the eating is more about mining the goodies and crunchies versus some kind of communion with the boring-pea.
I do regret not having a picture to post of my finished product but at the same time it looks a mess. It’s the nature of the beast. At the same time it is D-E-L-I-C-O-U-S !