A Toast To The New Year: Via Back Roads’ Blog

A Toast To The New Year.

Sicilian Cannoli

You will need fresh, crispy cannoli shells. For the adventuresome, of course you can make your own. For those who don’t have the time or inclination, there are very good ready made shells.

For the cream, you will need a 15 oz. container of whole milk ricotta, 1/4 c. confectioners sugar, 1/2 tsp. vanilla, 2 tsp. Marsala or Grand Marnier (my favorite), a tsp. or more of grated orange rind, and a pinch of cinnamon. Mix well until combined and smooth. To the cream, you can add chocolate chips or chopped candied citron. Refrigerate for at least two hours before filling the shells. Pipe into the shells and decorate with finely chopped chocolate, chocolate chips or chopped pistachios if you want to be traditional.

BLACKS In Holland via Elliot Lake News @ WordPress

My question is: Are people of a certain skills level being either encouraged, or forced to migrate to prosperous countries in order to slowly deplete wealth, and government structure?

BLACKS In Holland.

Peter Stuyvesant
In the 1970s the first (immigrant) wave came from Surinam (South America), then in the 1980s the second wave from the Antilles (the Caribbean), and in the 1990s the third wave from Somalia (Africa).
Since elites in the media and academic world never tire of saying that mass immigration is beneficial to the receiving country, it is good to put this thesis to the test using publicly available government sources and applying it to Negro migration.

In 2010 the research centre of Erasmus University of Rotterdam produced a report at the request of the Dutch government on the effects of public investment on the empowerment of (Black Caribbean) Antillean communities (141,000 immigrants) in Holland between 2005 and 2008.

[Read about: Holland, Michigan]

The local projects did not yield ANY positive results, and in some cases the situation was even worse than before any government intervention. The main problems are broken families, school dropout, unemployment, and criminality.

[...]

One of the consequences is that in 2008 there were 14 times (14X) more [Black] Antilleans in jail than native Dutch, if the figures are corrected to reflect their ratio of the population. The over-representation of the Antilleans in jail compared to their crime rate is mainly the result of the brutal violence that is a hallmark of (Black Caribbean) Antillean criminals.

SOMALI refugees don’t fare any better than their Black brethren from the Caribbean. The prospect of Somalis in Holland is so bleak that the integration report mentioned above tells us that the only “bright spot“ is that there are not so many of them!! (22,000 in ’09)

[ See: Shelbyville, TN & Somalis ]

[...]

Forty percent (40%) of Somali males aged 15–64 have no job and as a result they are registered as recipients of social welfare. The heavy reliance of broken families on social welfare is illustrated by the fact that 46% of Somali women rely on welfare.

[,,,]

Behavior, criminality and IQ

There has been a lot of investigation into the root causes of the failure of Negroid communities to achieve economic success.

[,,,]

The outcome was that more than half had an IQ of LESS than 85, indicating that their average IQ is below that of American Blacks (average 85 IQ) and implying that a substantial percentage are in the retarded range (i.e., IQ < 70).

[...]

A glance at the world map with the average IQ per country indicates that this level of IQ is normal in among Blacks in the Caribbean, with average IQ’s ranging between 80 and 85, but significantly lower for Haiti, presumably because Haitians have relatively little admixture with Whites.

[...]

The groups are far more similar than different: both groups show the same Negroid culture of absent fathers, contempt for education, and a preference of criminality and idleness over work habits.

They are neither willing, nor able to make a contribution for the common welfare of Western countries. This should be a warning for advocates of Sub-Saharan (and Caribbean) immigration to America and Europe.

“Anniversary Roast” via jayjaysfavorites’ blog

"Anniversary Roast"~ from my daughter, guest blogger..

Kara’s Anniversary Roast

Ingredients

1. 3 1/2 pounds boneless beef chuck roast
2. 2 tablespoons all-purpose flour
3. 2 tablespoons olive oil
4. 1 cup water
5. 1 cup red wine (merlot)
6. 1 1/2 Tablespoon Herbs de Provence* can be purchased, or see below
7. 1 teaspoon salt
8. 1/4 teaspoon ground black pepper
9. 1 onion, sliced
10. 6 carrots, peeled and cut into 2-inch disks

Directions

1. Preheat an oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C).
2. Sprinkle the roast evenly with the flour and set aside. Heat the olive oil in an oven-proof Dutch oven with lid (or heavy pot, such as cast iron/ stainless steel) over medium-high heat. Brown the roast on all sides, about 10 minutes total; remove from the heat. Pour in the water and wine. Sprinkle with the Herbs de Provence, salt, and pepper. Arrange the onion slices on the roast.
3. Replace the cover and bake in the preheated oven for 3 hours. Add the carrots and continue baking covered until the roast pulls apart easily with a fork, about 1 hour longer. Enjoy!!! Yum!

**Herbes de Provence~ if you don’t have this in your cupboard, here is a recipe for it.

* 3 tablespoons oregano leaves
* 3 tablespoons thyme leaves
* 1 teaspoon basil leaves
* 1 teaspoon sage leaf
* 3 tablespoons savory
* 2 tablespoons lavender flowers (if you have no access to these…I’d skip them)
* 1 teaspoon rosemary

1.
Combine and mix well.
2.
Store the mixture in small airtight jars in a dark cool location.

Random Thoughts From The Hillbilly’s Hamster Cage

Here I go, in no particular order of importance or relevance!

The federal government smashes US tobacco companies with huge taxes and restrictions: So if the companies go under, won’t that cost them money?

If folks who smoke kick the bucket at an earlier age than non-puffers, would that not help save money for social security?

Why do so many people think it is the government’s job to create businesses, when they can’t run the postal service or their choo choo train for a profit, or even break even?

Why do some dudes think that shaving their domes, and growing a goatee some how makes you look tough? It makes you look like an old bowling ball with chin hair!

What is the point of wearing a ball cap side ways?

And for the dummies who leave all the tags on their hats: Guess what? It looks stupid and you can’t return them once you have put it on your bald head.

Do dogs set life goals?

Do cats care about anything else but themselves?

Why do women wear low-cut jeans, and spend walk around holding them up?

Country Style Pork Ribs in Italian Sauce: Via Savoring Every Bite’s Blog

Any thing ribs, I am in!
Here is the link http://savoringeverybite.wordpress.com/
For some reason, the add link does not work!


Country Style Ribs in Italian Sauce
6 meaty country style ribs

2-3 tablespoons olive oil

Kosher salt and pepper

1 tablespoon mixed dried Italian seasonings (basil, oregano)

1 medium onions, chopped

2 garlic cloves chopped

¼ cup red wine

3-4 cups of homemade sauce or 1 jar prepared tomato basil sauce

2 tablespoons tomato paste

1 bay leaf

1 teaspoon dried oregano

1 teaspoon crushed red pepper (optional, for a spicy version)

Heat olive oil in large skillet. Pat the ribs dry with paper towels and sprinkle with salt, pepper and Italian seasonings. Place as many ribs as possible in skillet, without crowding or touching. Sear each side until nicely browned and remove to place in slow cooker. Add onions and garlic to skillet and sauté for about 5 minutes or until softened. Stir in the wine and tomato paste and cook, scraping up the bottom the pan. Pour the onion and garlic mixture over the ribs and add in the tomato sauce and seasonings. Cover and cook on low for about 6 hours or until the meat is tender and coming away from the bones. Discard any loose bones and bay leaf breaking up larger pieces. Pour over spaghetti and serve hot.
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If Your Favorite Politicians Support Hamas: Then You Support The Destruction Of Israel

And good old Uncle Sam; our tax dollars go to this vile group by the hundreds of millions each year.

http://palwatch.org/main.aspx?fi=157&doc_id=6024

Abbas:
Hamas agrees to ’67 borders

by Itamar Marcus and Nan Jacques Zilberdik

At a ceremony marking the 24th anniversary of the founding of Hamas, Hamas leader in the Gaza Strip Ismail Haniyeh said that Hamas may work for the “interim objective of liberation of Gaza, the West Bank, or Jerusalem,” but that this “interim objective” and “reconciliation” with Fatah will not change Hamas’ long-term “strategic” goal of eliminating all of Israel:

“The armed resistance and the armed struggle are the path and the strategic choice for liberating the Palestinian land, from the [Mediterranean] sea to the [Jordan] river, and for the expulsion of the invaders and usurpers [Israel]… We won’t relinquish one inch of the land of Palestine.”

Sleeping Into The Movies

I love to watch movies on the dvd player before going to sleep. Since I am on vacation, I am able to watch as many as possible, or as many cheap ones I can find under five dollars at FYE.

So last night I was watching Die Hard 4; Die Hard and Live Free, or something like it. Before that movie, I watched two of the movies in the Hannibal Lechter serious. Low and behold did I ever sleep my way into a self-made, for my viewing pleasure only, cerebral Cinema Show Case. What movies came together to make this one, this Hillbilly ain’t sure, but it was pretty good!

I will call it Ero Pleasure; Pain. (The letter “ERO” were stamped on the pill).

It started off with a young man being on trial for murder, to which he had no memory of committing.(Sounds like the makings of a good politician). His defense was that he was given a small,orange,oval-shaped pill by a man dressed in tidy black pin-striped suit. The rub was, that by taking the pill, the kid would get anything he ever wanted, but he could never return to his current life: Meaning, no contact with his family or friends. If he did choose to return, then there was an unexplained consequence.
Well, being just a kid of about 12 years of age, he said yes. He then told the court that when he decided to “discharge” by slamming down upon the ground, a multi-colored sphere made of thin, taffy like plastic, the next thing he remembers was being led into court for murdering his family.
This is where the movie became interactive for me: He turns from his seat, looks directly at me, and says; “If you don’t believe me, you take it!” What the heck? I was just sitting in the gallery watching my dream movie! The kid turns to the jury as says; ” I did not do this. Even though I can’t remember not doing these horrible things, I did not do it. How could I; small boy, kill my entire family? They were not beaten,stabbed, or shot, they were poisoned!” “Even my lawyer does not believe me!”

So the next thing I know, (I am still dreaming, and have not been pulled out of my seat by four barking dogs, or four playful cats that reside at the Hillbilly Estates), I am pulling back the blankets on my bed, and I find one of those little orange pills. And like some teen-aged, about to get their melon displaced by a crazed, masked scoundrel, I take it!

Instantly, I find myself working some type of mid-level, highly over paid county job. I have a staff that I am directing to “fill the holding tank” that fits neatly in the back of a small, white work truck. I have no idea what I am doing in this position, but I find myself extremely happy, and content, and I have not a clue as to why. Then, I find myself at my new residence, very modern, sleek-looking apartment, with all the bells and whistles. This is when I realized, “This ain’t me at all”. I was able to understand this outside of my dream. So no I have a nightmare replacing my once “court room drama”.

So I remember trying to play video games and sleep in my new abode, but I kept being pestered by phone calls, and knocks to the door by fellow employees, and various service folks like UPS, and FedEx! Well, lo and behold I find myself running up and down the country road where I spent my entire childhood and a good part of my adult life, chasing that multicolored plastic taffy ball. But it kept rolling, and bouncing away from me. I had those men in their pinstriped suits all around me saying “Don’t do it!”. Of course, by telling me not to do something motivates me even more to do it. So I finally catch this darn thing and smash it to the ground.

So, I instantly find myself sitting in court, up on murder charges. As the gawkers, who are soon to be gallery sitters, stream by, who do I see? It is the kid who was on trail originally. He is now out of detention, having served his sentence. He once again looks me in the eyes and says: “Believe me now?”. At this point, I no longer think this is a dream. I truly feel as if I am on trial, for a murder I did not commit.

But while I am on the stand, I start describing places, and people, I do not remember being, or knowing. Even my lawyer looks bewildered. (This must be a dream, because my lawyer would have looked at my savings account and laughed). I describe a man, well-groomed, pulling a very large brief case, that is filled with pills and pictures. I also remember being in a very spacious, clear glass office building with many black doors. The building was very tall, but only had one floor.

Some how I convinced the judge to take me, my lawyer, and the “I told you so kid” on a secret visit to this building. This is where the dream jumped around a bit. The next thing I know, we have found the man with the brief case on wheels. He looks like the principle from Ferris Buehler. The judge opens the brief case, and there are thousands of varying pills, and thousands of pictures. We then find ourselves at the glass office building. Many men and women walking around in black. The women look as if they came from a Robert Palmer video.(That would have been a fun turn for my dream to take!). The judge orders all the doors of the offices to be open, and behind every one of them is a very large,spacious, medical lab, set up with operating tables.

So the last thing I remember of this dream is the I told you so boy, telling me; “I told you so”>

Holy crap, I usually dream a lot, but never in such detail, and never remembering as much either. There was no beer, tractors, mud, catfish, or girls in halter tops. So this is not my usual type of dream. What does it mean? Who knows. Maybe it means I should change the genre of film I view before sacking out!

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