the feathers on my angel wings are a-tingling this ante meridian. So supposedly, there is some Unite the White 2.0 afoot.
Mother Nature still hiding her power-level as she sends fantastic foot-soldier to tell uppity Satan and his children, “bye Felicia” I’m pretty sure that is the Hart-Cellar Act pictured at bottom left.
totes legit. totes organic. By organic of course I mean contains carbon.
Let’s break that down:
c is for down right cilly
a is for aaaay whatevah
r is for rolling in the lulz
b is for быть
o is for oh rilly? annuda shoah?
n if for ‘nother one of your nazi false flags? lol! At least you recycle your lies.
thanks to my expert research on the science! we can all see that this particular manifestation of artisanal alt-rightism, poorly prepared by the swamp creatures, will be a star-studded gala of chaotic f@ggotry.
simply by analyzing the raw data and running it through algorithms, (Science!, Raw-data, Algorithms,and f@ggotryare all very hard to understand [unlike the truth which is always simple and can be explained in under 30 seconds] so don’t even try little goy.
HuffPo! What could you possibly have meant by this?
I know I share your views and everyone elses, that the original Lottie’s Ville shin-dig was an unmitigated success. I owe my fame as a docudrama maker-lady to that glorious parade as I have previously pasted. Here is the clip:
wow! such award winning! much expert!
if you want the full version please send six million dollars to: 1122 Boogie-Woogie Avenue, Ethnically Cleansed,California 91666
Bud, the real reason my wings were a-twitching and I had to break from my enjoyable and previously prescribed task to poast in strange baby-interwebs-speak is in their attempts to demonize white people they are going to do something ridiculously funny. or at least hysterical. These people are the source of hysteria. That’s the only thing they are faithful to.
look for the exploit. Remember that we hold the Ace in logos.
If you want to win this war against us you have to start to think like a 12-year old girl who wants something very badly; or die with your principles
Is they hate our guts. But the idea that we are left alone makes them lose control of their bowels.
We hate you but we can’t live without you. Btw I agree with a lot of what Richard “I’ve got great hair” Spencer says but I would be way more insanely fascist. So I am not aligning with him.
The idea that I hate other people out of some weird color dysphoria is beyond silly. the idea I don’t like to be around people who are violent toward me for no reason whatsoever is pretty understandable.
Tell me again why I should appreciate Congolife?
This is not revolting because why? We financially support this because why? This has anything to do with me because why?
But we are not allowed to not participate because that is hate speech? I’m not seeing the part that is in it for me.
But you white people don’t ever think you can escape. You owe these people for an unknown reason. You will never be free. OH and btw we are oppressed because jealousy. Die.
so I had to travel around because the tyranny of money. Being a natural hermit, I hate that. Luckily I got forced into a *charming* luncheon with a hostile gang of
Terror did ensue.
They quickly launched into my ‘edumaction‘ becuz I’m all stupid and not sufficiently enlightened. To be fair to myself, they didn’t know that when they instigated their self-gratifying attack on my psyche. Like with most battle-axes (completely under-utilized and excellent phrase) facts are irrelevant when there is some ego-stroking in public allowed. We very much need to bring back obscenity laws.
The alpha-shrew was an ‘inspirational speaker‘ who ‘gets along with everyone!‘ I know this because she told me herself, while passionately assailing every single fiber of my personal experience and belief system.
I was schooled that all men want to beat me. All men want to oppress me. These boomer women alone can free me.I think partially because I come from a long line of engineers I tend to think of things in systems. How different pieces fit together to make a large cohesive way of being. Trying to figure out what part needs repair to make a happiness.
So I said to the chief salad spitting “native American” (lady you aren’t native “American” There was no America before anglos founded one. There was just a bunch of savages who didn’t know what a wheel was and spent most of their time starving to death.But who cares? Honestly how nice we were as a conquering nation to provide for you to the extent that there are more ‘Amerindians’ alive now than before the Spanish came? It’s not my fault you can’t adapt to technology!) So I said: “Why do you think it is that so many young girls are being trafficked by gangs and so many women are being beat? Do you think it is due to the absence of fathers that has become so rampant? Do you think it is a lack of a strong male patriarch looking out for his family and children that is the problem? “
I was asking a sincere question as they professed to have expertise in the horrifying field of children being trafficked for sexual abuse.
This did not freak them out. They tried really hard to educate me about how evil men were. I can only assume they thought I had never heard that trope before.
The thing that was interesting to me was that when I did freak them out it was because I said “Well I was fortunate enough to grow-up in a very homogenous community. I know for a fact that the women in my family and community were not roughly abused and no one would have stood for that. It wasn’t a part of our value system and we were enough alike that real abuse would have been easily detected. I know this is not often the case currently.”
At this idea they all srsly recoiled in horror. I have to say it was not until I specifically expressed gratitude for ‘homogeny‘ that they did the pull-back and press a hand against their ample bosom move. Of course being born with a side of cheerleader and a side of sperg I couldn’t stop my compulsive self from marching right ahead to my doom: “I’m really grateful for the community I grew-up in and my father’s protection. I know it’s a rarity today and probably the reason so many crimes are committed against children.”
The chubby “native” or as I like to call them “inspirationalAmerican” was sputtering about some invented rule of thumb urban legend and didn’t seem to understand how this b1tchy white woman was not getting excited about “muh feminism“. As if I’d never heard that before. I smiled at her. “That sounds awful.” I said nodding. “I am very sorry for those people.” And of course I am. Who wouldn’t be? That was very sincere. “My people are just not like that.” Because they are not.
Men volunteering their time to build playground
We’re not. We are not. We don’t value violence against women and children. I am sure there are exceptions but there is not and never has been anything normal about that in my people.
Man being pilloried; a common punishment for wife beating in Colonial America
I paid my bill and thanked her mid-sentence. I know I am ruining my life and committing all kinds of social faux-pas against the aggrieved masses. Groveling ins’t going to win me any favors though. I’ve seen this game played out often enough. Even though half the nasty boomers were white women they thirsted for the same thing-an arrogant white woman they can be the hero against and horrified by.
Not really a problem for me because you will perceive me like that anyway. I’m happy to meet your need. And my people are not like that. My people are not like that. White Sharia doesn’t offend me or scare me a bit. I’ve never had a ‘partner’ whose committed a bigger crime than trying to buy me too much stuff that I don’t need. I’m not materialistic. I grew up around families where men did their most to care for their children and wives.
White Sharia would probably end up with me having a lot more female friends to make fun baking stuff with. (Sorry I don’t see the feminine arts as degrading) and getting way more pairs of shoes which boyfriend seems to have an addiction to. (Men like to make their ladies look fancy like their cars. Worse things can happen to you than being spoiled)
My father loved my mother and us in a very powerful way. The idea of having to live without his protection frightens me. He did lose his temper many times. Women and children don’t really understand boundaries though. Personally, I think the meme is funny. Look at the way white men treat dogs. Look at the way Arabs do. It reveals their true nature.
The normal average white male has no desire to harm their women and children. They sacrifice themselves remarkably for us.
If someone had tried to traffic me as a little grill there is no doubt in my mind they would have ended with a bullet in their brain. Everyone in town knew not to mess with me as well. Feminists though say men and homogenous communities are the problem.
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.
WordPress sucks and won’t let me link. God I hate those disgusting YOLO f@ggots.
Where is my country? I’m not 100% sure but I believe the victim is an immigrant herself. Like that matters? She is a child.No child should ever EVER be harmed in this way.
Never. Never. Never.
And what are these (((jew))) f@ggots even talking about? Do these f@ggots think that I would be super happy if ethnically British people criminally came to this country and Raped children?
I don’t give a care. I don’t care what color your skin is. I don’t like you raping children. Paglia is wrong. Rape is not simply a physical assault. It is a psychic assault that will impact this poor girl for the rest of her life. Not only will it have a powerfully painful on her every family member. Her future husband. Her future Motherhood.
It’s funny that I am by all accounts I am a racist. Like that’s a bad thing? My horrible racist heart breaks for this little girl. I wish I could wrap my arms around her and protect her from her future. I know I cannot. What has already happened to her is nothing compared to the future she faces. I don’t like to swear but Goddammit. Goddammit.
White supremacy? WTF are you talking about? Compassion? Civilization? Hang yourself.
To carry on your culture? Oh yeah. That’s what us white ladies are charged with. We must carry on hearth and home. Way more important than excel spread sheets.
There is no more important way to do that than through our food. There is no more beloved food than our Christmas candy. So let’s get to it!
Toffee is easy and it is not. It’s like learning to ride a bike. The primordial form is easy enough to assemble.
Chocolate Chips (I’ve made my own chocolate and peppermint too- the peppermint is actually worth it but haven’t been so pleased with the chocolate. I’ve also used very pricey chocolate but still have the best result with semi-sweet chocolate mid-brand)
In this case I used 1 cup of each. I suggest this as a good starting point. In a medium sauce pan I combined them over medium heat. I also added two table-spoons of water. If this is necessary or superstition I can’t tell you.
When you are dealing with boiling sugar, you always have to stir frequently, but not in a hyper way. Add a bit of salt and vanilla during this phase.
Pro-tip for kids whose moms had to work too much to teach them how to cook. Your regular spoon us about a teaspoon and your soup spoon is about the same as a tablespoon. In this case you will add about a teaspoon of vanilla. If you don’t have vanilla, you can use brandy or really any kind of brown liquor.
It changes color. It’s kind of exciting. You can use a candy thermometer set on hard-crack but the real thing is that you watch the mixture rise and fall and pull away from the sides of the pot. It rises and falls a couple of times.
Pour it out immediately on to some kind of aluminum foil covered dish that has sides. You can pretty much tell within the first five minutes if it worked because it starts to harden right away.
Then sprinkle and spread the chocolate on top. Like frosting a cake. For the peppermint, I put the sticks in a ziplock baggie and beat on them with a wooden mallet. It’s fun. I also like to add flake-salt to the top. As soon as the chocolate dries you can break the toffee into small bite-sized and incredibly caloric pieces. I give it too my friends and neighbors every year.‘
You should also dust it with powered sugar to keep it from sweating.