Be proud, my beloved kin. We were at the beginning of all the great civilizations. And we can repeat that greatness.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Nefertiti Unveiled
The more we find out about the great ancient civilizations, the Whiter they look. Take Nefertiti, for instance. A CT scan of the famous bust shows a very Caucasoid lady who looks nothing like what Negro revisionists wish she looked like.
Monday, March 30, 2009
A Composition About Decomposition
Mrs. Smith and the Smith children have started planning their typically ambitious gardening goals for this season. As long as those plans include a bountiful harvest of Bradley tomatoes, then I'm fine with whatever they want to do. But other than eating the fruits of the labor, my part in the effort is limited to turning the beds (with a shovel and hoe), making the compost, and visiting vengeance upon any caterpillars foolish enough to cast a destructive eye toward my Bradleys.
Gardening is good. Even city-folk can set up a few planters and other containers and raise a satisfying micro-crop of good veggies. And there are other benefits that accompany even the most modest and humble back-porch Eden; the smell and feel of the dirt, the pleasure of watching the progress of the things you plant, the satisfaction of knowing that you did something, eating food that you raised, certain spiritual rewards of the process, and so on. And for us Kinists and White Nationalists, there's another VERY important reason to grow a garden, and you can read about it here and here. I say again, gardening is good.
For able-bodied folk, there's just no excuse for failing to raise a few basic veggies for a salad. It's simple, satisfying, and cheap. Pry yourself away from these blogs and anything else that has a screen, get off your arse, and grow some food. Make a list of some of your favorite salad makin's, go to a local garden center, and ask an associate to help get you started. Or ask for help from a friend who raises a garden. There is certainly someone you know who will be glad to share the joy with you. Or get a book. You can do it.
A few days ago, I began helping a nice lady start a little garden, and I decided to set her up with a compost bin. Compost is gardening gold, and I'm proud to be proficient in the manufacture of the stuff. Yes, I know, you can just start throwing kitchen scraps into some dirt that you've turned and make compost. But it will be slow going, and varmints are likely to make off with the scraps. A little extra effort on your part can produce superior compost that's garden-ready in as little as two weeks. And doing so adds an extra dimension of joy and satisfaction to your urban agrarian efforts. There are a lot of books about making compost, and it's a very interesting study for OCDweebs like me, who simply must know everything about everything down to the sub-atomic level. But most folks will simply fade out when confronted with discussions on the minutiae of carbon/nitrogen ratios, ammonia ppm's, the Indore method, biodynamicism, inoculation, anaerobic/aerobic, etc. The nice lady who I'm helping certainly did. After a few minutes of my talking about such things, I gathered that she was sorry she had asked me about it and was ready to hang herself. So, I told her I'd show up at her house the next day with the necessary materials and no discourse. She thanked me.
Here's what I did for that nice lady: I bought one of those coffin-sized plastic containers, drilled a few dozen holes into the sides, top, and bottom (I think I used a 5/16 drill bit), and I filled it with equal measures of horse manure (from a nearby public stable) and detritus/humus I gathered from a nearby wooded area. I used a garden fork (a.k.a. "spading fork") to mix and turn it, while occasionally misting it with water so that it was like a damp sponge. Here's what it looked like:
Gardening is good. Even city-folk can set up a few planters and other containers and raise a satisfying micro-crop of good veggies. And there are other benefits that accompany even the most modest and humble back-porch Eden; the smell and feel of the dirt, the pleasure of watching the progress of the things you plant, the satisfaction of knowing that you did something, eating food that you raised, certain spiritual rewards of the process, and so on. And for us Kinists and White Nationalists, there's another VERY important reason to grow a garden, and you can read about it here and here. I say again, gardening is good.
For able-bodied folk, there's just no excuse for failing to raise a few basic veggies for a salad. It's simple, satisfying, and cheap. Pry yourself away from these blogs and anything else that has a screen, get off your arse, and grow some food. Make a list of some of your favorite salad makin's, go to a local garden center, and ask an associate to help get you started. Or ask for help from a friend who raises a garden. There is certainly someone you know who will be glad to share the joy with you. Or get a book. You can do it.
A few days ago, I began helping a nice lady start a little garden, and I decided to set her up with a compost bin. Compost is gardening gold, and I'm proud to be proficient in the manufacture of the stuff. Yes, I know, you can just start throwing kitchen scraps into some dirt that you've turned and make compost. But it will be slow going, and varmints are likely to make off with the scraps. A little extra effort on your part can produce superior compost that's garden-ready in as little as two weeks. And doing so adds an extra dimension of joy and satisfaction to your urban agrarian efforts. There are a lot of books about making compost, and it's a very interesting study for OCDweebs like me, who simply must know everything about everything down to the sub-atomic level. But most folks will simply fade out when confronted with discussions on the minutiae of carbon/nitrogen ratios, ammonia ppm's, the Indore method, biodynamicism, inoculation, anaerobic/aerobic, etc. The nice lady who I'm helping certainly did. After a few minutes of my talking about such things, I gathered that she was sorry she had asked me about it and was ready to hang herself. So, I told her I'd show up at her house the next day with the necessary materials and no discourse. She thanked me.
Here's what I did for that nice lady: I bought one of those coffin-sized plastic containers, drilled a few dozen holes into the sides, top, and bottom (I think I used a 5/16 drill bit), and I filled it with equal measures of horse manure (from a nearby public stable) and detritus/humus I gathered from a nearby wooded area. I used a garden fork (a.k.a. "spading fork") to mix and turn it, while occasionally misting it with water so that it was like a damp sponge. Here's what it looked like:
Beautiful, eh? I truly think so.
I put the lid on it, asked the Ever-Living One to bless the effort, and began looking forward to posting regular progress updates. I told the nice lady to put all her kitchen scraps (except for meat products) into the bin. I also told her to rake up some grass clippings and save it for me after the kid who mows her lawn finishes the job; I'll use the grass clippings for another batch of compost. I'll turn the material every couple of days for her, making certain it stays moist (but not wet), and I'll check the temperature. (Like I said, I'm an OCDweeb about such things. I think it was Kelvin who said, "If you can not measure it, you can not improve it." Words to live by.) I'm looking for it to heat up to between 120° F - 140° F, proof that the little microorganisms are doing their noble work. I love thinking about what goes on in a compost heap. By the way, a properly-made compost heap or bin doesn't stink, and in fact has an sweet, earthy odor.
Well, there it is. It was pleasant work, physically, mentally, socially, and spiritually. I highly recommend it.
I put the lid on it, asked the Ever-Living One to bless the effort, and began looking forward to posting regular progress updates. I told the nice lady to put all her kitchen scraps (except for meat products) into the bin. I also told her to rake up some grass clippings and save it for me after the kid who mows her lawn finishes the job; I'll use the grass clippings for another batch of compost. I'll turn the material every couple of days for her, making certain it stays moist (but not wet), and I'll check the temperature. (Like I said, I'm an OCDweeb about such things. I think it was Kelvin who said, "If you can not measure it, you can not improve it." Words to live by.) I'm looking for it to heat up to between 120° F - 140° F, proof that the little microorganisms are doing their noble work. I love thinking about what goes on in a compost heap. By the way, a properly-made compost heap or bin doesn't stink, and in fact has an sweet, earthy odor.
Well, there it is. It was pleasant work, physically, mentally, socially, and spiritually. I highly recommend it.
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