Tag: meat

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Raw Egg Nationalist
The Eggs Benedict Option
Quakertown, Pa.: Antelope Hill Publishing, 2022

An anonymous Twitter character going by the name of Raw Egg Nationalist has released a new book which is outselling globalist literature on Amazon. Unlike his earlier work, this is not a cookbook and has nothing to do with historical bodybuilders. Rather it is an analysis of the dangers of the modern diet: how it got this way, the globalist plan to make it even worse, and what we can do about it. (more…)

Irish hurling

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Long-time friend of the show Pox Populi was the special guest on the latest broadcast of The Writers’ Bloc with host Nick Jeelvy to discuss the situation with the Dutch farmer protests, as well as answer your questions, and it is now available for download and online listening. (more…)

Detail, Francisco Goya , Saturn Devouring his Son, 1819-1823.

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As usual, it starts with an anecdote — a “friend of a friend” kind of story. There was a guy who raised pigs. He wasn’t a professional pig farmer, but he raised some hogs on the side. He lived in a town with a large cakes and sweets company. So, to save on pig feed, he’d purchase the cakes and sweets unfit for human consumption and their byproducts from the factory. That’s what he used to feed the hogs. (more…)

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Jef Costello’s recent articles concerning the “Carnivore Diet” inspired me to ponder a subject that I had neglected for some time: the ethics and politics of diet.

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I have been on the Carnivore Diet for about six weeks now. In case you don’t know, this is the anti-vegan, all-meat diet. It is being touted for health reasons, but is far more interesting for the personalities and politics behind it. Really, this just ought to be called the Dissident Right Diet. (more…)

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A Perfectly Neutral Auschwitz

I heard the enemy dinner-call. So I walked to UPenn for a talk on Cultured Meat. Having apprenticed in my dad’s butcher shop, I don’t relate to clinically strained beef. I have natural tastes. True flavors.

If, under siege in the Techno-Apocalypse, I was cannibalized by starving pals? The sorry chef would eulogize. (more…)