Thanksgiving is a truly American holiday. Where Americans reflect and give thanks for the incredible fortune we have enjoyed. It is the dinner, the gathering of family around a meat which makes thanksgiving special, but it has given rise to a new tradition, the Friendsgiving.
1/ Like many of you, I spent many Thanksgivings far from my blood family, sometimes sharing an MRE in an 1151 off Tampa, eating off a paper plate at NTC, or spending it with other homesick expats all over the world.
2/ For me, “Friendsgiving” started before the trend, and for over a decade I spent more thanksgivings with friends and my adopted brothers than I did with my blood family.
3/ It is these Thanksgivings that in retrospect mean the most to me, because they weren’t the obligatory family gathering, they were people we chose to spend the evening with.
4/ Inviting non blood relations into our homes and feeding them from our tables is one of the most intimate and nurturing things we can do.
This attraction towards supping with our friends is rooted in our history.
5/ From the days of Pliny the Younger witnessing early Christian Agape Feasts to frontier trappers gathering around a strangers fire to get out from the cold, the tradition of dining with those we are not forced to was once strong in the West. Somehow along the way we lost it.
6/ As we shifted towards a life of consumerism we often preferred the ease of eating in restaurants and meeting in bars. Public places are a crutch of formality, and reduce the intimacy of dinner at home in a society increasingly shying away from close interpersonal contact.
7/ And while the food at a restaurant may taste better, it will never match home cooked meals, the sense of accomplishment they provide and collegial participation of accomplishing something together.
8/ The imagery of close, friends and neighbors gathered around a home table, talkin, bonding and getting to know one another is the very basis of our culture.
9/ Unique to the spaces of the American frontier, finding another Christian home was paramount in the vast and hostile distances one traveled.
10/ We talk a lot about forming bonds and creating networks, but one of the best ways to solidify those bonds are through shared meals and great evenings.
11/ As Sebastian Junger once said “humans are the only species in which a young male will sacrifice his own life for another male he is not related to.’ One of the best evenings of my life was spent getting to know a group of officers over dinner at Balhousie.
12/ Veterans all, we ate, drank and for nearly six hours discussed battles old and new and debated the merits of American bourbon versus highland scotch. Over dinner you learn about one another, you have nowhere to hide, and your honest self will always reveal itself.
13/ By focusing on quality and production over consumption, it is our little way of pushing back against the current zeitgeist of consumerism. This isn’t some Ancient tradition, it is the way our Parents and Grandparents lived. The hard generations found it helpful, so will we.
14/ It is our way of bringing back solid traditions of old in the hopes that with the traditions come some of the close bonds of community that we remember from our youth. They are social events and whether they are co-ed, or divided the goal is to have fun.
15/ So sometime between family Thanksgiving and family Christmas find a night to gather some friends together bring them over, feed them food drink some of whatever it is you drink and start putting our society back together. If you need help, I’ll help you put together a menu.
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We often think anything less than an immediate, fiery and full throated response is cowardice, or worse, acquiescence to any leftist provocation. But to defend everything is to defend nothing. Smart warriors fight to their strengths, unlike at the Battle of Isandlwana in 1879.
1/ By the 1870s, southern Africa had coalesced into handful of autonomous regions, falling into one of three spheres of control: Boer, British, or Native (Zulu). This arrangement was somewhat distasteful to the British, who still sought to make the entire world British.
2/ Without authorization from London, the British provincial government issued an ultimatum to, and then invaded Zulu king Cetshwayo’s land.
Lord General Chelmsford led around 7,800 men, which he then oddly divided, leaving 1,800 men to guard his camp at Isandlwana.
As the drums of war beat across America in the spring of 1861 tens of thousands of men and boys on both sides flocked to their respective banners. In a small northern city an abolitionist local prosecutor nearing 40 was among them
2/ He could have sat out the war in comfort, and with his connections to the governor he could have found a cozy job in the Air National Guard, or the Judge Advocate General like influential people today do.
3/ Instead he leveraged his connections to secure himself a Major’s commission in one of the hundreds of Volunteer Infantry Regiments forming throughout the country. His regiment, the 23rd from his state, spent most of the first year of the war in a support role.
Attrition does strange things to people. The peace after extended exposure to violence can lead even the strongest to relax and forget their first duty: to protect themselves. Putting your fate in another's hands is risky, like at the Siege of Fort William Henry in 1757.
1/ As he watched the shells of the French siege guns pound into the walls of his fort, British Lieutenant-Colonel George Monro knew the only thing that could break the French and Indian siege around his beleaguered command was a British force commanded by General Daniel Webb…
2/ …who sat less than a days march away. Monro’s mixed force of British Regular and Provincial Battalions from across Yankeedom were trapped on the southern banks of Lake George by a French Army who, with their native allies, outnumbered the British 3:1.
What your favorite WW2 Machine Gun (Not Automatic Rifle) says about you:
Bren: You like being famous, you like that everyone likes you. You probably like the Beatles too, despite them not really being good, kind of like you. In a world of blind men, the one eyed man is king
Hotchkiss 13.2- You have no friends. You sell out to anyone no matter whose side they are on, anything to make a few Francs. You are the Poso of machine guns, and everyone has a version of you
Degtyaryov- You are a medical miracle. Not in a good way, but in a "how does that work" sort of way. You are barely functional, and yet somehow always still functioning. The fact that you are still relevant today is equally sickening and amazing.
1/Today’s redux thread on Death, the Black Pill, and the Battle of Roncevaux Pass is going to cover some topics that can be personal or religious and rather difficult to talk about.
2/ Every culture prepares its people to think about death a certain way, and those people deal with that preparation in their own infinite combination of ways. I'm not an expert, but I do sense a feeling of impending doom in some of us that needs correcting.
3/ In 778, King of the Franks Charles the Great (Later known as Charlemagne, First Holy Roman Emperor) led his Army across the Pyrenees and into Islamic dominated Spain.
The AfD (Alternative für Deutschland) is a relatively new German Right-Wing party. It is basically the only one conservative party left, and the only one that supports workers over corporations after the CDU/CSU shift towards globalism.
In many ways AfD is more akin to an "America First" type of populism than it is towards outright fascism. They are basically the only party that opposes the EU, and yet support social development programs and entitlements.... for Germans.
Germany has a proportional representation system, If you get 20% of votes you get 20% of seats there is no true Right vs Left battle in Germany. Since 2000, the major parties have coalesced around the perpetuation of their own power, at the expense of the beliefs of their voters