ENGLISH JdN on the radio on devils, defamers and slander-lovers; Cape Cod (in southern New England) Maple Syrup; the Triumph of the Still ;-); Maxine, crusty and truthy

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Topics: What the word “devil” means — DEFAMER, and Christ’s recommendation for when you hear slander; white activists who allow the feds to peacefully arrest and frame them instead of fighting like the 300 Spartans; the 2,500 detailed cases of reincarnation studied at the University of Virginia Medical School; Atlantis stories found around the world and basically also in the Bible story of the Flood; the Solutrean whites of the Ice Age who settled North America 6,000 years before the Amerindians and were overwhelmed and massacred by them; Jews and neanderthal genes!

Here is my current videos page, and my special God videos to which this radio show refers. I am very proud of the recent installments.






=========maple syrup, but not sappy!

I found this gem online about my old heritage and stomping grounds, New England, as written by a French-Canadian-American woman and mother. Very interesting!

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Cape Native

Cape Cod Maple Syrup

February 13, 2012

One year ago on Valentines Day, I was leaning on a fence and having a nice conversation with my pig, when I noticed a small commotion of bees on a nearby maple tree. From some injury to the bark, sap was dripping down the trunk, and our honey bees were eagerly lapping it up.

Ah! The sap run! Within a day or two I had 25 taps in the red maple trees, and a week later 15 more went in. Though I had studied designs, I hadnt gotten around to building an arch or maple syrup evaporator out of an old oil tank. Instead, I quickly collected cinder blocks from around the property and made an unrefined evaporator. There was room enough for three nine-by-thirteen pans and a few pre-warmer pots for fresh sap. I set up 18-gallon storage bins in the cool basement to hold fresh sap, made up a filter system to keep the nasty bits out, and waited for cold nights followed by warm days. I didnt have to wait long; soon sap was flowing and the backyard sugaring commenced. (Scroll to the end of the post for a photo-essay of our sugarin.)

There is something magical about making your own maple syrup. Maybe it suits my Quebecoise ancestry. First, there is the mingling with the trees, which we like. They begin to take on their own personalities as you work with them the stingy and the generous; the young and the old; the damaged and the strong; the beautiful and the hard-looking. There is the excitement of watching gallon jugs fill up, sometimes twice a day when the run is good. Checking progress from a bedroom window is a lark. Then, too, there is the sweet labor of carrying five-gallon buckets filled with sap through the red maple swamp and up through the woods; five heavy trips once or twice a day. The buckets are re-filled and lugged once more from the storage area to the evaporation station.

There the real sorcery begins. We stoke a wood fire in the inefficient, open arch and bring cauldrons of sap to a frothing boil. The block, the racks, the pans, and even the air becomes blisteringly hot, making every stir and pour-off hazardous. Oven mitts are no match for this heat; I burned through three or four in as many hours. We stir the foam down with a long-handled spoon for hours and hours until the liquid becomes amber and the bubbles grow large and glassy. The air is filled with wood smoke and maple steam, an unforgettable and intoxicating fragrance. Months later, with a single sip of this syrup, the day and night of smoke and sweet steam will enrapture you again, and the whole experience will come rushing back like a momentarily forgotten dream.

This kind of syruping is hard work for long hours with a ridiculously tiny yield. We evaporated a total of approximately 160-gallons of sap for a yield of a little more than one gallon of syrup. Each of our boils lasted around 13-hours, and we burned just over a cord of split, seasoned firewood. The wood investment alone makes our gallon-or-so of syrup worth at least $300, but I scavenged the wood, so paid only the cost of chainsaw and splitter hours and gas and labor. By the end of our three-week syruping stint, our block arch disintegrated into powder. The grill racks we sat our pots and pans on were so badly bowed from heat we thought they would break and dump a dozen hours worth of hot work into the fire.

Yet, I loved every minute of it and it has been difficult to reason myself out of doing it again. Ive revisited oil-burner and 55-gallon drum plans for more efficient evaporators. I thanked Augusts Hurricane Irene for dropping 10 huge locust trees on our land, thinking I could put away enough wood for two years of home-heating plus a cord or two for syruping. I came up with some better ideas for keeping sap cold and preventing spoilage. I reviewed notes and thought I could maximize our take by tapping only those trees that performed well and had a high yield of syrup.

Then a friend picked up a little gift for me at a discount shop in my town. It was a thoughtful gesture, and I expressed my sincere gratitude, but deep down I saw it as something between a sign from God and an eight-ounce slap in the face. Eight-point-five ounces, to be exact, for all of $5.99. The label said pure maple syrup, if we can trust it, bottled in New Hampshire. I looked up McLures and learned the family long ago ceased tapping their own trees for the brand and focused on bottling syrup sourced in New England and Canada. They got into honey, too, and bought Moorland Apiaries, then the whole shebang was bought by Dutch Gold Honey of Lancaster, PA. I distilled these facts into one important point: this syrup is not from a single sugarbush, or stand of maples from which syrup is made, but is rather a blended product gathered from trees all over the great, cold north. Much like honey that is blended from far-flung apiaries foraging in disparate environments, the resulting homogenized product lacks nuance and individuality. It still tastes pretty good, but it lacks the smoke, the extreme sweetness, the viscosity and the memories that come in our bottles.

Freshly tapped tree – water jugs had to be tied on with long twist ties
Mama’s helpers check some experimental taps
Block arch – block on bottom “front” turned for air intake, blocks were removed from top “back” for exhaust.
Least evaporated sap on the right and most evaporated on the left; fresh sap warming in the pot
Sap getting some color, flame up in the background
Tony’s hand-carved long handled spoon was just the perfect thing for the hot stir.
Blocks begin to crack after two evaporation sessions (24 hours of burning).
Tired of sloshing shallow pans in the dark, we finished in pots. That black soot coating on the exterior took serious scrubbing to remove.
Good example of very high (too high?) flames
Sampling syrup at the indoor finishing stage makes little ones very happy

For information about tapping maple trees for making maple syrup, check this link out.




A German-American named John Wagner developed this character based on some crusty old maiden aunts and a grandma….


WNs will appreciate this one….




==============KNOWING HE WAS RIGHT

A comrade sent me this famous quote ascribed to Adolf Hitler in the spring of 1945, before he died:


“It is necessary that I should die for my people; but my spirit will rise from the grave, and the world will know I was right.”


I responded:

Well, true, and yet I want the world to not just know AH was “right” about the Jews but that on his return, this time as Kalki, he found the right way to awaken the Aryan spiritual nobility still existing, latent among the whites, he found the the right way to transform them from despairing, depressed blobs into proud white gentlemen and ladies again, and he was right to deal with the Jewish plague without mercy so as to end that menace to the whole human race. As Kalki, he will understand that kindness (to the incorrigible) can be cruelty and cruelty (to the incorrigible) can be kindness.

This is the king of rightness we need now, not ABOUT the Jews, but what to DO about the Jews.


I am working now on the redesign of the website for mass appeal. The blog will no longer be front-and-center, and it is far too radical for newcomers. It will be the Solutrean Agency website after this, and the blog for hard-core white racialists will be tucked away under a tab for those who know where to look.

It costs nothing to redesign the website. But the video editing ended three weeks ago and with no further funds there will be no more videos until you, the reader, send more donations…..

Donations that came in out of enthusiasm for the first four God videos have been spend on rent, food, critical car repairs and a project I cannot divulge. But I am working on long-term, major funding, and we live in a world that hates the Jews.

John de Nugent



[25 miles northeast of Pittsburgh, in western Pennsylvania]



Cash in an envelope (It arrives just fine.)

Blank money order (put in $ amount, not your name or to whom)

Western Union (also found at Woodforest banks inside Walmarts) ….or MoneyGram (send from a Walmart service desk or elsewhere very easy to do: just give them the cash and my name and they give you a reference number to send me.)



The liberticidal jews did 1) a massive hack of my main website and its server last fall, just as 2) I was forced to move and 3) at the same time killed my PayPal account, a major source of donations.

Here now, however, is the first presidential video — restored!


Part one:

Part two (and be sure to see the graphics about HUMANIMALS!!):



  1. John- Just came across this fascinating pictorial blog.


    But what was more interesting, (aside from the BS of ‘diversity’ this expat White man is spouting) are the conjoining of Caucausus Mountains) some great pics here, with the statement:

    “Walking the streets of Baku, going to the Market round the corner I could easily be mistaken for being either half Russian or one of the “Tsakhur”-or mountain peoples (Often blond or red-haired with blue eyes).”

    It would appear that the CI folk have more merit to their beliefs that the NW-ward migration of the Adamic race through the Dariel pass, than ‘we at first believed,’ as it is written.

    Thought you (who appreciates natural beauty) would find these two things interesting, as I have.

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