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A Recipe for Success

George Lambert, View of Dover Castle, 1738.

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I went on a long train ride this week to meet some friends in the UK. Once I arrived, I wanted to try some local food and have some drinks in a British-style pub. As I chatted with my friends over Cornish pasties, Welsh cakes, and Scotch whisky, I thought about the hundreds of illegal aliens who invaded the UK this week in small boats to claim “refugee” status. They did not come here to appreciate the history, culture, or food of the British Isles. They came here to kill our men, rape our women, and abuse our children. Yet just as a kebab is not a Cornish pasty, these invaders will never be British, European, or white.

As my friends and I were walking towards the pub, I saw a shop that made Cornish pasties. Since I greatly enjoy Karelian Pasties, I decided to get a few different varieties to share with my friends. A Cornish pasty is made by putting meat, diced potatoes, and vegetables on a flat pastry circle, and then folding it in half to be baked. One of the earliest documents mentioning pasties is a 13th-century charter that required the sheriffs of Norwich to collect 24 pasties from Yarmouth each year to give to King Henry III of England. English chronicler Matthew Paris also noted in the 13th century that the monks at St. Albans Abbey ate pasties every day. Henry VIII’s third wife Jane Seymour was known to send pasties with the letters she wrote to her husband.

Pasties eventually became associated with the working class due to its popularity with Cornish miners. Tin mining became important during the middle ages in Cornwall, and by the 19th century, copper was also being mined there. For the tin and copper miners, the pasty was a meal that could be easily carried and eaten in the mines without cutlery. The Cornish pasty is referred to as the national dish of Cornwall, and has played a central role in Cornish history, identity, and culture.

After two large Cornish pasties, I was quite full. Yet as the saying goes, “there is always room for dessert.” With perseverance and a little luck, we found a bakery that had various UK desserts. The baker told us that she was from Wales and that her bakery’s most popular dessert was her authentic Welsh cakes. The Welsh cake is difficult to describe, but comparisons have been made to scones, cookies, and pancakes. Welsh cakes were also made popular by miners in the coal industry. The woman at the bakery told me she was from a large mining area in southern Wales known as the Rhondda Valley.

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The Rhondda Valley was a sparsely populated farming area up until the 13th century. Settlements increased in the area after England annexed Wales with the Wales Acts of 1535 and 1542. The late 19th century saw an expansive growth in mining sites, people, and towns. However, this growth came at a fatal cost. From 1850 to 1965 there were over 20 mining disasters in the Rhondda Valley related to gas explosions and other incidents that resulted in over 1,200 mining deaths. The baker told us that she left Wales because her area was greatly impacted by the decline of the coal industry during the last few decades. After giving us a few free samples while we talked to her, I bought two dozen Welsh cakes with the plan of eating them throughout the week. By the end of the day, we had eaten all of them.

After getting side-tracked with meat pies and dessert, it was time for guys’ night out at the pub. We eventually found a traditional British pub that had a wide variety of Scotch whisky. The word “whisky” comes from the Gaelic phrase uisge beatha, meaning “water of life.” The earliest record of whisky production in Scotland is from 1494, when an auditor recorded that 8 bolls of malt were given to Friar John Cor at the Fife monastery to make uisge beatha. Whisky was the drink of choice for King James IV of Scotland who reigned from 1488 to 1513. Being an enthusiast of both whisky and European languages, I was always impressed that James IV spoke French, Flemish, German, Italian, and was the last known Scottish king to speak Scottish Gaelic.

The taxation of whisky production started in 1644. From the 1760s to the 1830s, an illegal, non-licensed market in the Scottish Highlands arose that greatly contributed to the local economy there. The licensed distillers of the Scottish Lowlands could not avoid taxation as easily as their northern competitors, so Scotch whisky from the Highlands became cheaper and more available. Parliament eased restrictions on licensed distillers while increasing punishments on unlicensed distillers with the Excise Act of 1823. In 1824, a farmer by the name of George Smith became the first person in Scotland under the new law to apply for a license to make Scotch Whisky. The name of his distillery was The Glenlivet, and despite a brief hiatus during World War II, it has produced Scotch whisky ever since. Glenlivet is my mom’s favorite brand, so when I saw that the pub had a 12-year aged bottle of Glenlivet, I offered each of my friends a shot and gave a toast to my mom for putting up with me for all these years.

Sipping whisky with friends is a great way to have “guy talk” while reflecting on the past, present, and future. We shared stories of crazy ex-girlfriends. We talked about all the concerts and events that we had planned this year that kept getting postponed or canceled. I was hoping to see Iron Maiden again this year in concert, but like everything else, the tour was postponed. On another tragic note, Iron Maiden’s main engineer and producer Martin Birch died this week on August 9th. Birch was a famous producer and sound engineer who worked with such artists as Fleetwood Mac, Deep Purple, Rainbow, Black Sabbath, and Iron Maiden. We had another dram of whisky and gave a toast to the memory of Birch and all the other musicians he worked with who have also passed away: Ronnie James Dio, Geoff Nicholls (keyboardist for Black Sabbath), Cozy Powell (drummer for Whitesnake and Rainbow), and Jimmy Bain (bassist for Rainbow).

On our final dram of whisky, we talked about the ongoing invasion of the UK where hundreds of African and Middle Easterners have been arriving on British shores in small boats across the English Channel. Over 1,000 non-white invaders have landed in the UK in small boats over the last 10 days, making the total number of invaders crossing the Channel this year to over 4,500. That is more than double the amount that crossed over the Channel onto British soil in 2019. Why is the government letting them into the country in the first place? Why can’t they arrest them, send them back, or deport them? How many of these invaders will beat, rape, and murder native White British people within the next few months?

We all know the real reasons. Academia, the media, corporations, and our governments (along with the Jewish-led NGOs assisting them) all want white people replaced. The anti-white liberal parties want to expand their non-white voting base. The conservative parties, who conserve nothing and refuse to stand up for white people, want these invaders for cheap labor and more people to buy sneakers and smartphones (especially the poor “refugees” that could not yet film their arrival on TikTok). They are all working together to replace us with a deracinated, low-IQ consumer class that has no connection or loyalties to anything other than their Netflix and Amazon Prime subscriptions.

These invaders did not come to see the white cliffs of Dover. They came here for the infrastructure, technology, and standards of living that only white cultures and societies create. They are here for the civilization that our ancestors created, and our tax dollars have maintained. These invaders do not care about the Cornish tin miners, Welsh coal minors, or Scottish distillers that created this society and culture. They would rather attack the miner, rape his wife, and force their daughter into prostitution. They would rather loot, riot, and burn the Cornish pasty shop, the dessert store, and the distillery so they can build mosques and kebab shops in their place. They are not migrants or refugees. They are invaders.

We finished our drinks and I went to the counter to close the tab. As I paid the bill, the bartender told me that he overheard a bit of what we were talking about. He told me that he agreed with us. He then asked what we should do about everything that was going on? I told him that I did not have a definite solution but talking about these things with a bartender is a good place to start. He laughed, and I gave him a good tip.

At the station, I said goodbye to my friends and boarded my train. On the train ride back, I thought about the question the bartender asked me: what should we do? After thinking about Welsh cakes (and how I should have saved some for the train), I reflected on the history of the British Isles. The Saxons came to the British Isles around the 5th century, the Normans in the 11th century, and the Danes a few years later. They fought for land, resources, and sovereignty. I am proud of my Danish ancestry, but I did not come to reconquer the Danelaw. I came to have food and drinks with my friends in the Dissident Right. Friends whose ancestors may have fought my ancestors over 1000 years ago. Yet we are ethnic nationalists, white advocates, and brothers united by a common goal to secure the existence of our people and a future for white children.

The blood of our brave ancestors runs in our veins. Let us unite and work on various methods and solutions to stop these invasions of the UK and all white nations. And while I may not have all the answers or know all the secret ingredients for making Cornish pasties, Welsh cakes, and Scotch whisky, I know that ethnic sovereignty with white solidarity is a recipe for success.

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2 Comments

  1. Some White Guy
    Posted August 17, 2020 at 10:21 am | Permalink

    Reading this is like deliciously stepping back in time. Here in California, everything is closed and locked up – no shops to get pasties and desserts and certainly no bars open to have a conversation in. The story of your trip gave me a vicarious thrill of nostalgia.

  2. Vehmgericht
    Posted August 17, 2020 at 2:16 pm | Permalink

    There is certainly a huge propaganda campaign being waged to get the public to accept a non-stop stream of Channel-crossing migrants. The Guardian newspaper notes that ‘Windrush survivors’ have urged the authorities to be lenient. This is the height of tendentious reporting: these so-called ‘survivors’ are no saints or oracles but simply elderly Jamaicans who had themselves moved to Britain in the 1950 (often without the correct paperwork). Was there ever any reason to suppose they would not be in favour of more of the same?

    Most absurd and irresponsible are the calls for British families to ‘adopt’ the ‘refugees’ into their own homes — a practice which, as we know from Sweden, comports property damage, assault and even murder as possible outcomes.

    Social media is deluged with images of rafts of teddy-bear clutching tearful young migrants with their mothers, contrasting their plight with the heartlessness of those who would turn them back. And yet the average Englishwoman seems to find the bawling orclings more appealing than the prospect of having her own white children.

    The interests of the indigenous English, Welsh, Scottixh and Irish are nowhere in this debate. Even to bring the matter up is to out oneself as a racist, or to be reminded that Britain ‘owes’ the incomers a home.

    All in all I fear it’s only a matter of time before a ferry service is demanded to collect the invaders, operated at taxpayer expense of course. The silver moat defensive of our beloved island will breached at last, to the ruin of us all.

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