It’s barbecue time! (It’s the Anglosphere … we burn food for fun, because we have won!)It’s a “RITUAL”, you know … are not we allowed to have some of those?


David Davis

NB: This is NOT the same thing as what the (deep) Greenazis do to burn food. They really really burn food, in reality, in front of the noses of poor people. They starve real people and cause real deaths, by growing “corn” in the USA and “sugar cane” in “Brazil”, to burn the expensively-extracted ethanol as “fuel”.

I am definitely NOT saying that Barbecueing is any more than an honourable and friendly tradition between friends. We can do this nice thing, in the plenitude of our culinary and agricultural richness (which is due to science.) We do this in fun, to hark back to our pre-pastoral hunter-gatherer-ancestry and every so often to carbonise some tasty stuff over a “fire”, and share it together.

Barbecueing teaches us a little about what we once were, and emphasises, through science and engineering, what we SHALL BECOME.

What bastards the “deep Greens” must be! We don’t do that sort of low, nasty thing here (er, much, yet….) like killing people for actual lack of food, and then trying to JUSTIFY IT.

This is from my old friend Greg Lance-Watkins:-

[eurorealist] Brai Time 
Date: 22/05/2008 14:34:50 GMT Daylight Time
From: greg.glanceback@btconnect.com
Reply-to: eurorealist@yahoogroups.com
To: EUroRealist@yahoogroups.com

 

 

We are about to enter the summer and BBQ season. Therefore it is
important to refresh your memory
on the etiquette of this sublime outdoor cooking activity,
as it’s the only type of cooking a ‘real’ man will do,
(probably because there is an element of danger involved.)
When a man volunteers to do the BBQ
the following chain of events are put into motion:Routine…
(1) The woman buys the food.
(2) The woman makes the salad, prepares the vegetables, and makes
dessert.
(3) The woman prepares the meat for cooking, places it on a tray along
with
the necessary cooking utensils and sauces, and takes it to the man who
is
lounging beside the grill – beer in hand.
Here comes the important part:

(4) THE MAN PLACES THE MEAT ON THE GRILL.

More routine….

(5) The woman goes inside to organize the plates and cutlery.

(6) The woman comes out to tell the man that the meat is burning.
He thanks her and asks if she will bring another beer while he deals
with
the situation.

Important again

(7) THE MAN TAKES THE MEAT OFF THE GRILL AND HANDS IT TO THE
WOMAN.

More routine….

(8) The woman prepares the plates, salad, bread, utensils,
napkins, sauces, and brings them to the table.

(9) After eating, the woman clears the table and does the dishes.

And most important of all:

(10) Everyone PRAISES and THANKS HIM for his cooking efforts. He
then announces that we should do it again soon!

(11) The man asks the woman how she enjoyed
‘her night off.’ And, upon seeing her annoyed reaction, concludes
that there’s just no pleasing some women….

This is how BBQs or Brais are conducted in Britain, The Anglosphere
and The British Commonwealth.
We do not wish to have the corrupt and centralised, undemocratic
and profligate EU acting as it does in almost every other area of human
activity and producing a huge set of over burdening destructive diktats
employing huge numbers of useless parasitic apparatchiks to enforce
their pointless rule.
 
 
 
 

 

 

 

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One response to “It’s barbecue time! (It’s the Anglosphere … we burn food for fun, because we have won!)It’s a “RITUAL”, you know … are not we allowed to have some of those?

  1. I am a fan of barbecues (although I wish the genetic engineers would get their skates on, and come up with steak-bushes), but I cannot endorse Greg’s ritual in its entirety.

    It’s ironic that barbecues are relatively recent in Britain. When I lived in Western Canada in 1976, I was amazed at how many people had barbecues, even though the weather in Vancouver is similar to the British weather.

    Now, barbecues are commonplace here. Must be the insidious power of American lifestyle propaganda… >:-}

    Regards,

    Tony