Fauxcahontas Wants your Wampum

Yesterday I made my second batch of butter pecan ice cream, and it was pretty bad. Things went well, however. By making bad ice cream, I learned how to make excellent ice cream.

My first batch of butter pecan was very, very good, but it didn’t have as much flavor as I wanted. I saw recipes calling for brown sugar, and I doubted them, so I used white sugar. I paid the price. I decided to keep looking at recipes to find out if brown sugar really was what I needed.

In the process, I found a recipe from…I almost typed “jackass”…from a pro, and it said to steep the pecans in hot milk to add pecan flavor to the ice cream. I tried this, and I also used brown sugar. I decided to use more salt than I used in my first batch. It just seemed like the thing to do.

The pecans were soggy and the ice cream was too salty. Instead of frozen bliss, I tasted rubbery defeat.

I know what to do. No steeping, brown sugar, and less salt. Today I expect to make a pan of butter pecan the angels would gladly fall in order to taste.

My fried chicken experiments continue to go poorly. It seems like it’s just not possible to make really good fried chicken from skinless chicken. I don’t like skinless chicken, and I consider it a spineless concession to the neurotic feminization of cookery, but thanks to the skin-haters, finding a chicken under three pounds is impossible. When chickens get bigger than that, they are not worth frying.

I don’t know why it’s so hard to get chicken right when I get such spectacular results with other foods. Chicken seems to hate me.

Maybe I should pressure-cook big, inappropriate pieces of chicken until they’re done and then fry them.

I continue to wonder what’s going to happen to the world. I feel as though humanity has stampeded off a cliff, and I’m the only one left behind. I have a real Omega Man complex, only without the desire to turn a machine gun on the neighbors. I feel like what goes on in the world has very little to do with me.

I know many others are in the same boat, but I don’t know them or interact with them, so it’s as if they don’t exist.

Ordinarily I don’t get lonely or bored, but things are different now. I feel like I’ve been separated from the world and I’m killing time in the landing zone while I wait for the chopper.

I make ice cream. This is what fills my days, along with shooting and squirrel hunting.

I try not to look at the news, but sometimes I do. Yesterday I saw that Elizabeth Warren is trying to get a wealth tax through congress. Who predicted that? Don’t hurt yourself trying to find the answer. It was me.

Income taxes and other taxes are bad, but wealth taxes are the supreme taxation evil. When they tax your income and your purchases, you still have some hope of retiring and dying in comfort. When they come for what you already paid tax on, the world crumbles under your feet and you have to consider unthinkable futures such as one in which you share a big, dirty room with other paupers in a government-run assisted living facility.

Warren is going after the “ultra-rich,” of course. When you pass totalitarian measures, you have to start by attacking segments of the population who have very few votes. She wants to take 2% of what they have. So if you have a billion-dollar net worth, kiss $20 million goodbye, in cash, in addition to the death tax your kids will have to pay. If you have to close your business or borrow to keep it going, so sorry. Not all billionaires have a lot of cash.

What happens if inflation makes us all “ultra-rich”? What if everyone is a billionaire in 5 years?

The Germans used to use wheelbarrows full of paper money to buy groceries because little things cost millions of marks.

It will be amusing to see how leftist tycoons react. I can’t lie. I hope I can prevent myself from reading about it. Nearly all wealthy leftists are hypocrites. They will not like the sensation when the tiger they fed bites their hands and chews off their fingers. It’s not at all like the gentle kissing of their posteriors which they have become used to.

Redistribution of land is already underway in some places. California has passed laws against single-family zoning. If things go as planned–think about this–Barbra Streisand’s neighbors should be able to build poverty apartments a few feet from the walls of her estate. It’s impossible for me not to find the prospect amusing. What will leftist elites in walled compounds do when their friends start building low-income housing right next door in order to enhance their social credit? I wonder how Cher will take it when rap music is hammering at her windows at three a.m., furniture and rotten garbage start piling up on her swales, and ladders start popping up on her walls in the middle of the night.

Bel Air and Beverly Hills could become gang territories. Stars might have to go to Ralph’s and Bulgari in armed convoys. I welcome it. I want to see if it will change their minds. But I know it won’t, because they’re ensnared in demonic insanity.

I think some leftist star will build a housing project behind his or her home. I think someone will want to perform a major wokeness display. Probably a star who lives somewhere else but maintains a California house.

Here’s something I’ve noticed about unsuccessful cultures like mine: in unsuccessful cultures, educated people who do well and obey the law are expected to pal around with illiterates and criminals. I’m from Eastern Kentucky, and people there are expected to associate with everyone, regardless of their social station. Black people are the same way. Maybe it’s a supernatural curse, and we’re starting to see it applied to mainstream white Americans.

It’s not a good thing. No one should be proud, but people who are cursed tend to be infectious. Their curses tend to spread. It’s best to associate with blessed people.

I feel as though America is already dead and the scavengers and worms have started to eat the body.

It makes perfect sense. What happened to Jerusalem when it abandoned God? The walls were torn down, men of quality were killed, their sons were taken away and castrated, women were raped, wealth was confiscated, and outsiders moved in and ran things. Biden is dissolving our borders, cursed people are gaining more access to blessed people and their wealth, and the types of people who built America are being persecuted and disempowered.

As for the rapture, what happens when a body dies? Its spirit–the thing that gave it life–goes elsewhere.

I will be surprised if Warren gets her way, because I guarantee you, enraged rich people have been berating their paid-for legislators ever since she opened her trap. Leftist hypocrites are surely squawking the loudest.

I will be surprised, but then I was surprised to see she had the gall to propose the law in the first place. I was surprised when Biden won. I was surprised when we lost the Senate. How can it be that I’m always surprised to see things happen when they’re completely consistent with what I predict?

I hope the law passes. I want to see how the rich react, and I want to see what Congress does. I may learn that I’m an alarmist, or I may find out things are going as I thought they would.

I should get started on the ice cream. I really think it will work this time.