Thursday, December 28, 2017

Salt Pork: 18th Century Style

I came across this video a while back while researching methods of curing pork. My family recently had a hog killed at a local slaughterhouse and I requested that one of the hams be left intact and "green" (untreated and not smoked).  It had been years since I helped my grandaddy process hogs and salt down the meat and I wanted to try my hand at it. I will not get into that right now as I plan on doing a separate post of my meat curing experience the "old-timey" way.  Anyhow, this video is quite interesting and informative. I may try to cure a shoulder or other parts using this method in the near future. 

Sunday, December 24, 2017

Friday, December 22, 2017

Barbi Benton (Brass Buckles 1975)

Super Tough

When There Is Heavy Snow Predicted For Friday Into Caturday....

Puppies Enjoying The Snow...

On the topic of Playboy models,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

One of the all-time top five:

There was so much booze at the frat party that it registered on the cops' breathalyzer

I've been to parties like that.

At a fraternity party in sub-urban Washington D.C. deemed "Tequila Tuesday", drink was actually in the air. Police said that by simply waving the the breathalyzer inside the house, the device checked positive for alcohol. 

Click HERE for the story.

Yup...F*@K All That Rap, Hip-Hop, Gansta and Pop Shit...

Link O'rama....

 Compiled and submitted by AFOI....

** Red-pill black.  Needs to go viral.  Please post!!!!!

** Oh now this is interesting.  Sour grapes at not being picked?

** Oil reserves, great climate, tourist attractions, other natural resources... what could possibly
be the cause of this poverty?  The mind boggles at this great mystery.  Related:
** It works in theory.  That's all they care about.  Again: these people have lost their
survival instincts (and critical thinking skills).

** Dhimmitude.  Related:
** These people are LOCKED on national and cultural suicide.  They need to be taken out of office.
Peacefully if possible, but if not... by any means necessary.

** The accuser cannot always be believed. 

Sunday, December 17, 2017

And The Snow Fell

Seventy-three years ago yesterday, the Ardennes offensive began as the last major German offensive of WW2. The Germans poured men an material into Belgium and Luxembourg in attempt stop the Allied invasion  forces and to capture the port of Antwerp which was vital to the Allied supply system. While this ferocious battle was taking place during the "coldest winter on record" in Europe. German soldiers had  been retreating since their defeat by the Soviets at Stalingrad in February 1943 and for sure after the Battle of Kursk. The losses for both armies was staggering as was civilian loss of life. It is estimated that thirty million Soviet civilians died during the war. Many civilians died at the hands of the Stalin regime from starvation and by execution for various "crimes". As an example of the harshness of the Soviet rule, app. 7,700 Soviet soldiers were executed by Communist political officers at Stalingrad alone and for minor offenses such as "drunkeness" and not "fighting hard enough". It was a very brutal war with horrible winter conditions that both sides had to endure. I came across this video of Germans in the snow and thought I would share. 

Subliminal Sunday Brunch Suggestion....

The America That Existed Long Ago

Today we will ponder America, a country, even a civilization, that existed long ago where the United States is today, but bore little resemblance to it. It will be like studying cave drawings, or Sargon of Akkad. Pay attention. The is original source material of historical importance.I was there, in America: Athens, Alabama, at age twelve. Athens was small and Southern, drowsy in summer, kind of comfortable feeling, not much concerned with the outside world. It left the world alone and the world left it alone. In those days, people in a lot of places figured this was pretty workable.Kids went barefoot. So help me. After about two weeks in spring your feet got tough and you could walk on anything, except maybe gravelly black asphalt that got hotter than the hinges. Parents let you do it. Today I guess it would be a hate crime, and you’d get an ambulance, three squad cars and Child Protective Services all honking and blowing and being important. We didn’t know we  needed protecting. Maybe we didn’t.It wasn’t like today. When your dog wanted to go out, she did, and went where she thought was a good idea, and nobody cared, and she came back when she thought that was a good idea, and everybody was content. She probably slept on your bed, too.  Today it would  be a health crisis with the ambulance and squad cars. We just didn’t know any better. I don’t remember anybody dying of dog poisoning.Now, BB guns. We all had one, every kid that was eleven years old. Boy kids, anyway. Mostly they were Red Ryder, for four dollars, but I had a Daisy Eagle, that had a plastic telescopic sight, and was no end uptown. I was always aristocratic. Anyway, you could go into any little corner store and get a pack of BBs for a nickel.In downtown Athens–there was about a block of it, around the square–there was the Limestone Drugstore. It’s still there, like them pyramids at Geezer. Kids came in like hoplites or cohorts or hordes, or anyway one of those things in history and leaned their BB guns near the door, with their baseball gloves too usually.Nobody cared. We didn’t shoot each other with the BB guns because we just didn’t. It’s how things used to be. We didn’t need the po-leese to tell us not to do it because it wasn’t something we did. Shooting another kid was like gargling fishhooks or taking poison. You could do it, but probably wouldn’t.Anyway the man that owned the Limestone was about eighty or a hundred years old and had frizzy red hair like a bottle brush and his name was Coochie. It’s what everyone called him anyway. He liked little boys–not like those Catholic preachers always in the newspapers–we didn’t do that either–but just liked kids. There was this big rack of comic books that nobody ever bought but you just took them to a table and read them till they fell into dust and drank cherry cokes and ate nickel pecan pies.  I think Coochie used comic books as bait so he could talk to us. It was mighty fine.We all had pocket knives, or mostly anyway. If you were rich you had a Buck knife. That was the best kind. We’d take them to school because they were in our pockets and it was hard to leave your pocket somewhere even if you thought of it. You could carve your initials on your desk when the teacher wasn’t looking.Today if you had a knife in school you’d get the squad cars and ambulance and get handcuffed and have to listen to a psychologist lady until you wanted to kill someone. Probably her.It was different then, back in America. We didn’t think of stabbing anybody. It would have seemed like a damn fool idea, like eating a peanut butter sandwich dipped in kerosene. It wasn’t how people were. I guess how people are is what they’re going to do, not what laws you have. You can tell a possum to sing church songs, but he won’t, because a possum just doesn’t have it in him. It’s not how he is.When you shot a BB gun at something that needed shooting, like an insulator of a telephone pole, it was like a thing of beauty. You could see the BB sail away, all coppery and glinty against blue sky and it was like a poem or something. Maybe anyway. You could see it start to drop when the speed wore off and go sideways a little with the wind where there was any. You learned to calculate and you could hit just about anything.Lots of things was different. Water fountains on the town square said White and Colored, White folks and black people didn’t mix at all. I thought it saved trouble for everybody but people from up North said it was wrong and I guess it was. Now the black folks up north are killing each other by hundreds, the papers say, and I’m not sure why that’s a good idea, but then blacks in places like Newark and Detroit have really good schools because Northerners really care about blacks and they mostly go to Harvard, so I guess it’s a lot better.Another thing you could do with a BB gun was to get a twelve-gauge shotgun shell which you could do in several ways. You might steal it from your dad’s gun rack if he had one, or stick it inside a roll of toilet paper in a store and buy the toilet paper. But I don’t know anything about that. Anyway you could cut the shell off just in front of the powder and put the powder and primer on the end of the barrel of the BB gun. Pow! A spray of orange sparks would shoot into the air. It was real satisfying. It may not have been real smart.Finally, manners, morals, and language as practiced in America. As boys, which is to say small barbarians in need, when alone together, of socialization, we insulted each other. “I’ll slap the far outa you, you no-count scandal.” I will slap the fire out of you, you scoundrel of no account. Or, “You ain’t got the sense God give a crabapple.” But, barefoot and tatterdemalion though we might be, or in fact certainly were, the elements of civilization had been impressed on us. We did not cuss or talk dirty in the presence of girls or women. We didn’t curse out teachers neither. I don’t rightly know what would have happened if someone had tried it. No one did. We weren’t that kind of people. It’s the kind of people you are that counts.At least, that’swhat I reckon. Even at twelve, I had that figured out.¿From: Fred on Everything

Saturday, December 16, 2017

To The Point....

The Good Ol' Days.....

Tis The Season To Be Careful When Traveling Through Certain States With Firearms

It is prudent to be cognizant when traveling through certain states with wacky firearms laws, but as this is the season when we sometimes cross state lines into "enemy territories" that do not recognize reciprocity of our CCW permits, loaded vs. unloaded, storage of guns and ammunition during transit, etc., we should all be extra cautious. I came across this article and though I rarely travel to some of the states listed in the article, I thought it worth mentioning.

                                                                      Top Five States To Avoid With Firearms

                                                                                The link was a little slow loading for me, but it will get there.

Friday, December 15, 2017

Friday Femme Fatale.....

Car Shit The Bed? There's an Emoji For That.....


YA, Good Luck WIth That....

Granted, Pooh Is In His 90's....

Repealing "Net Neutrality"/ What does it really mean?

It’s Been Fun

Well, the Apocalypse is upon us: the FCC has voted to repeal the Obama-era “Net Neutrality” regulations. This means that the Internet we’ve all come to know and love is finished, over, kaput.

The services you love — Google, for example, or perhaps some crotchety old geezer’s curiously named and depressing blog — will henceforward only be available to corporate bigwigs, Russian oligarchs, trust-fund playboys, corrupt politicians, cisgendered white males, and other oppressors of the downtrodden. While they’re all chilling with Netflix and checking streaming updates of their stock portfolios, we’ll be scrounging old magazines from the trash and reading the backs of cereal boxes. While the fat-cats are flying down the fast lane, the “rest of us” will be inching along, bumper-to-bumper. Women will no longer have any way of getting the abortions that are a defining condition of modern femininity.

Get ready, folks. If you want to get online, it’s going to cost you big. And if you have something to say, well, chances are you aren’t going to be allowed to say it. Freedom? Equality? The American Dream? Happiness? Fair play? Truth? Justice? Hope itself? Kiss ’em all goodbye, amigos. The Internet is going to be wide-open to the free market.
Imagine this, if you can: The government will not be in control.
Very grim times are ahead. Those of you who are old enough to remember the horrors of an unregulated Internet — it was two years ago, too far back for most Americans to have any recollection — will know what I mean.
As for this blog: I will soldier on until darkness falls. I may be able to keep things going for days, or even weeks — who can say?

Friday, December 8, 2017

Winter Finally Arrives Here In New England....

OH NOES !!!! ELEVENTY!!1!!!!... Scientists say volcanic eruption possible in New England

  Click bait headline news...

This is exactly why the news trys to suck you in with those types of non important stories.....

You have to read to the last line to see what the truth is:

(WHDH) — Scientists say a volcanic eruption could one day take place in New England.
Researchers at Yale and Rutgers looked at data from seismic measure devices across North America.

They say a mass of warm rocks in the region could one day lead to an eruption.

Experts added that such an event wouldn’t happen for millions of years.

"Well thank god for that"..Irish 

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Monday, December 4, 2017

So The Left Is Touting Kamala Harris As.....

  .. the first black woman who could become president.

I think those panties have already been filled.............