Thursday, December 06, 2007

But I know that only 50% of Swedes are blondes...

Here's one of those "strange maps". It shows the distribution of light-haired people in Europe. But even in my own mother's family, as Swedish as Swedish gets, out of the many siblings there was an even 50/50 split between blondes and those with light to medium brown hair. Sigh. Unfortunately, Mom got the darker hair, and passed it on.

214 - The Blonde Map of Europe

Friday, November 23, 2007

OK, This WOULD be Funny...

If it weren't so close to being true...

Monday, November 12, 2007

So Nice to See and Hear...

...a humble White man of extraordinary talent.

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Murdered Because They Were White--Murdered Again by The Local Police

British police destroy murder memorial.

Friday, October 19, 2007

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Be Careful Where You Choose to Live...

Your kids could end up like this young man.

Friday, September 21, 2007

Flash! News from the Contemporary Students of the North



...also known as Estudiantes Contemporaneos del Norte, students at the University of New Mexico, who, along with Chicano Studies professor Charles Truxillo, tout the "...Inevitability of a Mexicano Nation in the American Southwest and Northern Mexico."

Openly promoting this idea, the site, hosted on a taxpayer-funded university web server, contains a fascinating series of maps and essays called "Evolution of El Norte" that shows the anticipated progression from the indigenous land of 1000 A.D to a projected "Republica del Norte" in 2080 A.D. That last map is inconspicuously linked off the 2050 A.D. map, not off the Evolution of El Norte page. Guess they don't want to scare folks.

Wonder why.


Thursday, September 20, 2007

Why I Became a Kinist, redux...



I recently read, again, my own words on my own blog. Not to be narcissistic, but to reconsider earlier thoughts. Sometimes when I do this I have more to add to what I wrote in the past. I've been adding more reasons to my previous thoughts on why I became a Kinist, and will enlarge on them in subsequent posts. But for now, please take a few moments to read my first post on the topic, Laurel's Lament, or Why I Became a Kinist.

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Another Good Reason to Homeschool...



In addition to the many other good reasons to homeschool, such as better mannered children, molding your child's Christian worldview, directing their growth as an individual as well as a student, etc., one should remember that schools are not safe places. Especially because...

Saturday, September 01, 2007

Somehow I managed to miss this news report...




...back in July. But it's worth watching, and heeding the unspoken message: if there wasn't a market for drugs in this country, there wouldn't be drug cartels jockeying for our "business". White Americans, I am talking to you. Shake the drug habit and take the power away from these low-lifes.

Saturday, August 25, 2007

Southron, Will You Answer the Call?

We are a People who wish to live free.

Thursday, August 23, 2007

La Raza Wants You Dead...

Check out the blond on the la raza flag. The intent is clear...

Monday, August 13, 2007

Psalms 118:10-13 ESV

All nations surrounded me;
in the name of the LORD I cut them off!
11They surrounded me, surrounded me on every side;
in the name of the LORD I cut them off!
12 They surrounded me like bees;
they went out like a fire among thorns;
in the name of the LORD I cut them off!
13I was pushed hard, so that I was falling,
but the LORD helped me.

Thursday, July 26, 2007

Isaiah 17: 12-14

12 Ah, the thunder of many peoples;
they thunder like the thundering of the sea!
Ah, the roar of nations;
they roar like the roaring of mighty waters!
13 The nations roar like the roaring of many waters,
but he will rebuke them, and they will flee far away,
chased like chaff on the mountains before the wind
and whirling dust before the storm.
14 At evening time, behold, terror!
Before morning, they are no more!
This is the portion of those who loot us,
and the lot of those who plunder us.

Friday, July 20, 2007

Third and Fairfax

Dedicated to those of us who continue to hope, and to sweep.

******************************************

I see a man
Sweeping off the street
At Third and Fairfax.
A bone-tired man with pale blue eyes.
There's only garbage at his feet,
Yet
His broom goes
Sweep
Sweep
Sweep.

He yearns to see the street,
And
His broom keeps going
Sweep
Sweep
Sweep.

I feel so sorry for him
He doesn't know
The wind is not pure.

I feel so sorry for him
He doesn't know
The wind brings the dirt
Again.

I feel so sorry for him
He doesn't know
The wind is not pure
And the doing doesn't make
The deed secure.

But
We want to see the street.
We pick up our brooms
And
Sweep
Sweep
Sweep.

Monday, July 09, 2007

My Father's Face

My father’s face is ravaged
Too much sun
Too many years
That English skin,
That broken nose
(There is a reason
For catchers masks,
You know).
But if you’d seen him
As I’d seen him
Handsome as the daybreak
And mine,
My Daddy,
Above all
The finest
You could not understand
How time could work
Indignities so brash
And unrestrained
To rob his morning of its grace
And leave this desolation
In its place.
The endlessly moving fingers
Picking at his face,
As if by peeling cancer’s flakes
His youth could be freed
From beneath his aches.
Oh, Father, Daddy,
Pappa Mine,
The raw teeth of the rake of time
Have drawn themselves
Across your mind
Hurts unforgiving
The livid scars of too much living.
Ravaged face
And ravaged mind
But I am traveling back in time
And there I find
The pencil mustache,
Sarcasm’s spark,
The hazel eyes more green than brown
Your hair so thin and fine as down
And there
I mark
The golden light of youth
Outlined
Against the future dark.

Looking for a job?

The Department of Homeland Security needs you, especially for those much-desired higher level jobs so necessary to our national security. Hmmm...maybe those jobs aren't so greatly desired...

House Report Uncovers Homeland Security Staff and Continuity of Government Risks

Sunday, July 08, 2007

Thursday, June 28, 2007

Adventures in Album Art

I couldn't think of a title for this post that could adequately convey the bad taste, bad design, and bad hair rampant in some of this album art . But for those of you who know me, or at least my point of view, I think you might find these examples good for a bit of a laugh!

I think I've had these two young fellows in one of my classes. I distinctly remember the machetes.
El Duelo del Mayoral

I always knew some of my students were clowns! In English, the title of this album means "Go to School".
Vamos a la Escuela

The ultimate result of multiculturalism: Yugoslavian-Mexican music, called Yu-Mex. Is it any wonder why the guy on the album cover looks like he's pondering which eth he ith today?
Ansambl 'Paloma' neva Ljubomir Milic

I thought only Black Muslims changed their names when they got religion...
Just Jesus and Me


I wonder what denomination this guy speaks for?
The Whole Church Should Get Drunk

Words fail me. The costume designer failed him.
Capt. Sky "Concerned Party No. 1"

Disco Rick! Uh, that hood is empty...
Disco Rick "The Negro's Back"

Well, I have to laugh at Swedes, after all, I am one...and I echo the site's author in saying "...what's he gonna to do with the hatchet and the bag o'rocks?"
Jimmy Jenson "Understand Your'e Swede" No one can understand that title either, but that's another story!

And for those of you who have been wondering what this Dixie Svenska looks like,
Is It True What They Say About Dixie? Barn Cat, you have competition!

Not enough fun? Check out Bizarre Records for more hilariously awful album art!

Thursday, May 24, 2007

A Place to Visit, a Place to Learn

Friends. At least, I hope you are my friends if you stop by here and listen to my little vents and insights on a regular basis.

It is time for a change of venue for me and my written work. I plan on maintaining Natural Consequences on a somewhat less frequent basis, and focusing my writing efforts at Kinism.net, where a group of us are publishing who share a common belief that being a White Christian is a blessing from God rather than something to be ashamed of.

I would like to invite sincere seekers to come visit us there and find out what Kinism is and can become. There is much in the way of misinformation out there about what Kinists believe, and the site is part of an effort to correct such drivel.

God willing, God will vindicate us.
Deo Volente, Deo Vindice.

Laurel

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

The Yankee or Dixie Quiz

There are some things one can do while one is injured and resting up. One is ice the injury, the other is take humor quizzes on the internet.

On this one,my years on the Left Coast are showing. I only scored 52% Dixie in my linguistic application of the English language. Y'all try it now, y'hear?

Yankee or Dixie?

Thursday, April 19, 2007

The Poet and the Shooter

Wherein a famous Black poet attempts to teach an autistic Korean college student about the whys, hows, and wherefores of poetry and is not quite prescient enough to prevent thirty-two innocents dead.

To Nikki Giovanni and Cho Seung-Hui


Sometimes poets know more than most
folks
They can see the coldness in the demeanor
The emptiness in the 9mm eyes.

Old Black Nikki with the silver hair,
poet and teacher,
Knew enough to kick him out of class
Smelling the gunpowder
Before
He owned the gun.

They had one thing in common
Nikki knew lonely
Cotton Candy on a Rainy Day
In the last stanza she said it

"They have asked

the psychiatrists . . . psychologists . . . politicians and social workers

What this decade will be

known for

There is no doubt . . . it is

loneliness"


But no one knew lonely like
The dry-cleaner's son

Two aliens alike,
Split from their ethnos,
Yellow or Black

You choose the color.
Lonely.

Saturday, April 14, 2007

"The Dive", a True Story

Steve Knightley’s Track notes for this song on the Show of Hands album Witness say:

3. The Dive
A father and son known to me and a true story from the East Devon shoreline.

Personally, when I listen to this song I am amazed at the saving link between the father in his boat and the son, floating without any marker in the sea. It speaks to me of the metaphysical, yet very real, connection between parent and child. A fine song!

I tried to find the lyrics online but could not, so here is my (probably poor) transcripton. Apologies for any errors I have made, but this song and its lyrics are too good not to share. (If you find you love it as much as I do, you can download it from the iTunes Store!)

The Dive
(copyright Steve Knightley)

One November noon
We left the docks
Heading southwest
From Orcon (spelling?) rocks
My dad and me
Are nine to five
He used to steer
I used to dive

So over the side
I slowly went down
A hundred below
The seawater ground
Well, after an hour
I got low on air
When I surfaced again
His boat wasn't there.
My marker buoy
Had come untied
And drifted away
His boat at its side
He looked at his watch
Three miles to the South
And turned back again
His heart in his mouth

Soft rain on my face
The sun nearly set
I cut loose the waves
Let fall the nets
Lights on the shore
So bright and clear
The combs drifting in
And nobody near

Was there ever a reel
A rod or a line
So strong and true
So straight or fine?
The tide unwound him
Through time and space
He came out the darkness
Right to that place

Now we don't talk much
About that day
Got two kids of my own now
And one on the way
But if they're to grow
And if they're to thrive
One day they'll go
One day they'll dive
And when they come up
For light and air
I hope someone's close
I hope someone's there

It's November noon
We're leaving the docks
My son and me
For Orcon (sp?) rocks
Let's dive
Let's dive

Acts 17:26-28

Just for reference, this is the full verse. Why do so many people only see fit to quote up until the word "earth"?

Acts 17:26-27 (English Standard Version)

26And he made from one man every nation of mankind to live on all the face of the earth, having determined allotted periods and the boundaries of their dwelling place, 27that they should seek God, in the hope that they might feel their way toward him and find him. Yet he is actually not far from each one of us,

28 for

"'In him we live and move and have our being';[a]

as even some of your own poets have said,

"'For we are indeed his offspring.'[b]

Friday, April 13, 2007

The Vapors, and Their Cure...

Well, lawsee me, I believe I am about to expire from a fit of the vapors...

Have to revive myself with a visit to the team over at Spirit Water Blood.

Right refreshing, all right!

God bless these bold and brave defenders of our civilization!

Laurel

Thursday, April 12, 2007

Thanks a Lot -- NOT! Or How to Teach Kids to Say "Nappy-Headed Ho"

This mess all got started with some very bad manners on the part of shock jock Don Imus. Surely his mama tried to impress on him that you don't call people names, especially not in a public forum! And maybe he didn't listen to his mama, but he should have, you know. Mamas have a great deal of wisdom that way.

Well, that was where this mess got started, but I can tell you for a fact that it's not going to end there. The exaggeration of the offense by the usual race profiteers and the constant repetition of the phrase in every single outlet of the mainstream media can have only one effect. All those wide-eyed little (and not-so-little) beings who are being baby-sat by the tube while their mother works at a low-wage job to "fulfill" herself are sucking that phrase into their vocabulary faster than you can say jiminy cricket. And, of course, jiminy cricket is not the phrase that's going to come popping out of their mouths next time they feel wronged by sibling, pal, or bully.

I'm not even sure the gender of the pre-pubescent perpetrator of pain will matter. The phrase is too good of an insult to make it gender or even ethnicity specific, really!

Little Billie (gender non-specific!), Black, White, Latino, Asian, you-name-the-eth, will spit the phrase out with remarkable venom at the target of choice, Black, White, Latino, Asian, you name-the-eth. "Give me back my toy, you nappy-headed ho!" "Stop hitting me, you nappy-headed ho!" "Mom! Jo-jo's being a nappy-headed ho! Make him stop!"

You express surprise? Shock?

Remember, these children are too young, for the most part, to really understand what they are saying; they parrot rude phrases precisely because of the reaction they see in the listener. They don't care whether the perpetrator of pain is indeed a nappy-headed ho or not! They have no clue what a girls' basketball team is, or what a college named Rutgers is, or even what the very real differences between the races are. What they want, what they lust after in their sin-filled, childish hearts, is the wide-eyed reaction from the adult in the area.

Gotcha! They smirk, and watch the grown-up explode.

So don't expect that Don Imus' expulsion from that public forum called radio is going to be the last time you hear the phrase "nappy-headed ho". Look for it in the family hour at home!

Sunday, April 08, 2007

A Blessed Resurrection Sunday to Everyone!

May the hope given us by our Lord's resurrection be an ever-present reminder of how blessed we, though thoroughly undeserving, truly are.God is merciful and compassionate and has saved us, even though we were dead in our sins!

Very Interesting Comment Thread Over at First Word

The original post is titled The Ten Greatest Heroes of American History, which is very good on its own, but the comment thread is even more interesting, especially the responses to a commenter called Keith.

The Ten Greatest Heroes of American History

Tuesday, April 03, 2007

You Heard it Here First...

In his press conference this morning, our President spoke very clearly about the issue of homosexuality in the military, that is, spoke clearly after stammering a few times and seeming very uncomfortable, that he"...will not be rendering judgment about individual orientation. I do believe that don't ask, don't tell is good policy."

And while I don't have the exact quote, at another point he said something about the decisions of the Supreme Court being "the law of the land" now.

Well, at least I only voted for him once...

Sunday, March 25, 2007

Now scientists create a sheep that's 15% human

The Mail, a British online newspaper reports in Now scientists create a sheep that's 15% human that "Scientists have created the world's first human-sheep chimera - which has the body of a sheep and half-human organs.

The sheep have 15 per cent human cells and 85 per cent animal cells..."

Not clear at this time is whether the U.S. is offering them immigration amnesty and an H1B Visa, but Bill Gates has offered to underwrite their travel to the U.S. and has offered 15% of each sheep an engineering job with his firm.

Also not clear is whether the U.S. public school system will feel compelled to offer Bah-lingual education.

Story developing...

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

A Norwegian I Completely Agree With...

Wonder of wonders...

Caucasophobia - the New Accepted Racism by Fjordman.

At least some of us Scandihoovians are starting to wake up!

God bless those who belong in Ultima Thule!
Laurel

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Another Odd Fact...

Regarding Swedish America.

"Cokato, Minnesota is known as "the lutefisk capital of the world". Avoid this city at all costs." (Minnesota Facts joke)

Lutefisk. Salty fish jello. Swedish survival food (hey, dried cod keeps really well over a looong winter).

Truly, I do not love everything from Sweden, and this is one of those things. It is more of a rite of passage than a real food.

I will avoid Cokato, Minnesota, at all costs, or at least avoid lutefisk in any location!

Sunday, March 18, 2007

Can't speak as to the comments, but...

Amen to the Townhall.com column by Mary Grabar entitled "How Black and White Elites Benefit from Slavery."

Sunday, February 18, 2007

Loveliness

I have come to the conclusion that in this deteriorating, multicult world there are few things worth preserving. Certainly not the popular culture driven fads the kiddies adopt that will make their digital snapshots an embarrassment to them just a few years from now, as the vertical bangs worn by high school trendoids in the early '90s now invoke only the response "How did they get their hair to DO that?" (Cardboard bang supports and jugs of hairspray are the answers, in case anyone out there cares.)

After years of being buried deep in the pit of "what's happening now", also known as the public school system, I have come to yearn for this thing called loveliness that I seem to remember existed at one time.

At one time young ladies would not dream of wearing a pair of blue jeans to school; now we are simply glad they do not wear their pajamas (except during spirit week) and carry their well-worn and obviously well-loved stuffed critters from class to class.

At one time a church lady would not think about wearing a pantsuit to services; now the congregation is a sea of drab denim, spaghetti straps, and bare flesh. Painted floozies wear crosses that dangle over ample cleavage and soccer moms wear the same shorts they will wear later on that Sabbath to the game.

But that's not too bad, their husbands are wearing flip-flops and surfer shorts, and the minister (please note the lower case m) wears the best shirt Hawaii has to offer. If asked about their clothing choices, one and all would whine, "But it's COMFORTABLE!"

Now men aren't supposed to be lovely, but there's something to be said for the natty look of a blue blazer, white shirt, and red silk tie.

But I digress.

In some parts of this country, in some traditions (need I breathe the word Southern?), loveliness is still cherished and clung to. Perhaps you think I speak of something long vanished, but I can verify it still exists, having lived within it prior to my purgatorial existence here in lala land.

I verify:

There are churches in the South where the children arrive dressed in freshly ironed, neatly smocked dresses that mama sewed from scratch.

There are academies whose youthful graduates (the same age as my flesh-baring midriff girls) wear fine, white heirloom dresses for the graduation ceremony.

There are girls whose innocence shows in a clear eye and ready blush, who will not brush a gentleman off when he offers to open the door.

There are older ladies whose skin, though wrinkled, and hair, though white, remain neatly groomed. Such ladies inspire respect. No wonder no one would dare to call these ladies by first name only. Miss Hermione, never Hermione, dude.

There are gentlemen who always wear a jacket...at least outside. God blessed us with seersucker for a reason, the reason being the strident humiditity of Southern summers. But even the worst humidity will not prevent a gentleman from showing himself as such.

Y'all can choose which picture you present in your digital snapshots. Will it be the image of drably colored decadence? Or fresh and crisp Southern loveliness?

You choose.

Saturday, January 20, 2007

But it was Probably the Easiest Bible Quiz in History

So I Took One of Those Online Bible Quizzes

You know the Bible 100%!
 

Wow! You are awesome! You are a true Biblical scholar, not just a hearer but a personal reader! The books, the characters, the events, the verses - you know it all! You are fantastic!

Ultimate Bible Quiz