Whatever you do
That might-could lead you to remember: the virus has a 14-day-incubation period. So most of us knew we were fine at least for the last month…
The only cultivated flowers we have in our entire yard are Irises and they have already “passed.” Now we are enjoying one of my favorite “weeds,” the Spiderwort (sounds horrid, but they are really pretty).
About a month ago I made up a design which was put on a blank watercolor-card. The pre-Shutdown plan had been for each of the dozen or so ladies in a Wednesday afternoon seniors’ Art Group (including myself) to color in one flower, sign the card, and present it as a Thank-you to the amazing artist who was to visit our center on the 8th of April 2020…
It was a lot of fun creating “the arrangement” from duplicated, mirrored, and variously reduced versions of the three flowers presented here. I thought a “bored” blog viewer might want to try a similar exercise! Green-thumbs not required. [Get your cut-out flowers to “bend/droop” (like the front lilies on far-right and far-left, and the left- and right-front tulips below) by partially clipping the paper-stem below the bloom and making a small dart/tuck.]
Here’s a PDF you can print out to create your own arrangement: SpringFlowers_craft_6apr2020
So, my stubborn quarantined locked-down feminist strong independent sister-fish…you still not needin’ no bicycle?
…to be married to and living with a loving, trustworthy, man-committed-to-you-alone right about now, not only for the companionship but for the safety-in-numbers?*
…if you had gone less “liberated” and a teensy bit Trad-Girl instead…and you’d have learned how to whip up some basics in the kitchen from scratch, say brewing your own coffee :-), mixing and baking a “quick bread” like scones, cheese biscuits (for small batches I use my toaster oven), a slow-cooker soup or a near “instant” one, and perhaps a slab of good ‘ol Focaccia for sammies or plain ‘ol veggie-topped cheese pizza?
…when you peer into the mirror every morning or get a glimpse of yourself during your (alas, seemingly endless) day if you hadn’t become an InstaGrimm-groupie and thereby got yourself hooked on glamming-up daily from your unmanageable closet stuffed with landfill-clogging disposable Fast-Fashion after troweling on an ever-expanding array of body-, face-, and eye-potions?
…if only you had taken the time to learn a creative, literally constructive, hobby a while back, that you could pursue now with such abandon you’d hardly notice the time fly by? (It’s never too late to “color.” HERE, for free, you can even use their digital-coloring set-up! And check out ALL their How-to-Draw step-by-step fun projects, even paper-folding and board games.)
Here’s hoping your remaining days-of-solitude are spent learning something new that’s constructive. I can pretty much promise such endeavors will lead you to a more contented place.
* How can you more wisely search for a partner to build a contented relationship with – one that’ll likely last a lifetime? Quit reading click-bait “advice” authors and get your very own MatchMaker, on the cheap, bubeleh! I can highly recommend, “Dating Secrets: the Ultimate Guide to Finding Your Spouse,” by two Jewish shadchanim (matchmakers), Leah Jacobs and Shaindy Marks. This, of course, deserves a much longer review, but in a nutshell, here goes…
While I’m not Jewish – and neither do you need to be to learn from the books jam-packed 288 pages – I am Christian. The continual references to God (Hashem), His hand, and those who fear Him was quite the opposite of bothersome. Now the frequent use of Yiddish terminology, even given the glossary at the back, did make the book challenging. To read the book cover to cover (I’d suggest taking notes) will take a while, but you will take frequent “breaks” as you work through the authors’ wise exercises.
I’m so thankful I learned how to do this without the luxury of my bread machine.
Link to the book I learned from is in the caption, below.
Stay well.
After seeing a portion of Hillary Clinton’s March 4th (2020) appearance on late night TV, I got the cuh-razy idea she could be put up as ol’ Joe’s VP. I mean she actually looked and sounded “normal” as in not at death’s door. And compared to Biden she’d come off as a pretty spry candidate.
Joe only needs to make it through Spring, Summer, and early Fall, right up to the night before the very first one-on-one debate with Trump. In the middle of that long, final, oh-so-grueling prep-night he can have a real (or “encouraged”) health-emergency that leaves him unable to face Trump and…
DING! DING! DING! In this corner – once again – is Hillary Clinton. This time as the Democrat nominee for VP, who boldly, bravely offers to stand in for Joe! (What a strong independent wah-man, am I right?) Since she “beat Trump before,” she’d be a shoe-in this time especially if Donna Brazile has anything to say about it or do with it. (After all, cheaters gonna cheat. Right, Donna?)
It should be an interesting spring, summer, and fall.
I was tangentially familiar with the “Pop” figurines, but last summer I started drawing some tiny characters for a story idea and I quickly discovered there was an entire world of (Japanese) cartooning called “Chibi.” My original figures had ranged from “4-heads-high” down to babies of about 1.5 heads high! For now I’m going to stick with the traditional 2-2.5 for adults.
The man illustrated here is Bob Wells, a popular and respected nomadic van-dweller with an informative YouTube channel and website.
(I’ve done a few of Trump which are still un-inked. I’ll post them when I get that done.)
Plenty of others around the internet have highlighted what seems like daily U.S. headlines, demeaning Whites at best, targeting Whites at worst, so I won’t waste my time or yours seeking any out merely for the sake of creating infuriating screen-grabs. In a nutshell Leftists hate me and the rest of my non-Progressive Anglo/Euro-American kind, frequently with a white-hot passion, pun intended.
We shouldn’t have children because, because…Save-the-Planet. Meanwhile in Africa and other Muslim dominated countries, those folk continue multiplying literally like rabbits. (Check out this worldwide Fertility Map. Even Mexico gets it with 2-3 kids each.) We pinkskins – as the Andorian Shran from Star Trek: Enterprise calls Whites – are too smart for our own good as it turns out. We bought just enough of the commie-progressive female-liberation + end-of-the-world propaganda to put off or completely disavow Family.
Now what pinkskins are allowed to do is stew in our regrets. (If we remain silent.) At not having a family or having a micro-mini one. On top of that heartache we’re also allowed to wake up to another one just as devastating: realizing that the “only” we finally had has been as effectively enculturated into ZeroPopulationGrowth (as we had been 40 years ago) or as any pinkskin-Leftist’s kid today (so they will probably finish the pruning of our family tree).
Should we dare speak aloud of our and our “community’s” failing to meet Replacement Levels (2+ kids per couple), we should know ahead of time we’ll likely get tossed the dreaded “Supremacist” bomb.
How about we start telling these name-calling anti-White haters, Survival is not supremacy? That it’s respect and reverence for those in our family tree who came before us and made us possible, through their sacrifices and sufferings. (Earn an added bonus if your haters are honest enough to reveal that the death of our “trees” is precisely what they want. You will finally have Clarity and know where you stand with them. Hint: it’s on opposite sides…of The Alamo!)
We’d better ditch the rose-colored MLK-logo glasses now, this instant. As we American Whites dwindle, our kids and any kids they do have will become a super-hated-minority, especially if they and their kids are uni-racial/unblended. The hate we are now feeling is merely the “birth pangs” of future days, wherein one will be judged by skin-color and by content-of-character…a made-up character that most of us know by heart already:
racist,
sexist,
Nazi,
homophobe,
Islamophobe,
plus who knows what additional lying-labels that future will bring.
As our Anglo-Euro-ancestral trees wither and lose their newer American branches, many, like my own, will fall completely (admittedly through personal failings). But those aforementioned areas of Africa and actual Islamic supremacy? They will be literally overflowing with people in the same next few decades.
Remember the flood of mideastern invaders that began heading to Europe beginning in September 2015? I fear during the coming worldwide human-deluge, video of that will seem a mere trickle and be looked upon with nostalgia.
Colion Noir has been on fire for some time now, posting shorter even more passionate pro-2A videos to his YouTube channel. This one is no exception. I loved the quote so I had to “pull” it. 🙂
Find me on Gab here. Twitter, rarely, here.
Yale is a bellwether of sorts. Four years ago faculty and students made international headlines complaining about how White, Male – and of course Dead – all the poets in “Major English Poets” were, not to mention in the English Department as a whole. Time to “de-colonize.” Now they’re doing the same, more or less, with their ubiquitous Art History “survey” course.
So today, what to my wondering eyes should appear? An L.A. Times article proving that even having the normally magical girly-genitalia (plus endorsements from even more magical Brown ladies named Oprah and Salma) wasn’t enough to immunize the White gal who wrote “American Dirt.”
It wasn’t that many years ago when White authors were chastised for their stories’ lack of…
Female
Black
Brown
Asian
and Gay characters and cultural dilemmas -slash-settings.
Soon thereafter we were further whipped for our lack of…
L
B
T
Q
and XYZ folk within our pages for the same reasons. How dare we?
But what happened when Whites (including that “American Dirt” author) did bend the literary knee to all those gas-lighters? They did what gas-lighters always do.
They came up a new pejorative (cultural/racial “Appropriator”) to slap on you as they further damn you for doing what they said they wanted you to do. See, the problem is you did it while still wearing the wrong skin-color or sitting on the wrong genitalia!
Today, all that Progressive “gas” has so filled the room White writers are finally between the old rock-and-a-hard-place. If they haven’t broken free already, giving up on “fame and fortune” in the big city to return to earth and do-the-publishing themselves, they need to GROK quick that their future is going to be like that whirling cartoon dervish. They will be compelled by contracts, advances, and fear of public shaming to continue to ricochet here and there, spinning to the ever-changing tune called by progressively more Progressive book-publishers and the same flavored Big Media that promotes the fictional-fare “well-paid” writers (including themselves at that point) hack up.
Ask yourself, What Would Will Do? How about first opening the window to let the gas out? Then try ignoring the gasbags and get back to your…
out-of-touch,
culturally insensitive,
“colonial” White writing.
Besides, before you know it no college will even teach Will Shakespeare’s scribblings because of his insufficient-use-of plus stereotyping-of “minorities.”
The good news for us still-living White writers is we will soon be in very good “spiritual company” when forced into the segregated creative-ghettos seemingly right around the corner. That said, let’s end on a positive note, shall we?
Sure I’m puncturing your already deflated dreams of snagging an NYC literary-agent and hitting publishing’s Big Time. And sure there’s also all sorts of de-platforming of traditional/heritage-Americans – including self-pubbed books being banned from Amazon – as the frosting on top. But the hard to see silver lining is you can STILL SELF-PUB. Pick up an antique MIMEOGRAPH machine for cheap and learn how to use it.
I jest now, but who knows how far Progressives will go this time to reach their Utopia…
http://www.ebay.com/b/Antique-Mimeographs/163093/bn_99106321
Inspired by James O’Keefe’s Project Veritas undercover video.
Design by me, illustration by PIXALINE at pixabay.com.
