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We live and learn, Nazis and Cabbage Soup

We live and learn as they say.  That is an absolutely unacceptable use of cliche.  I'm not sure who it is totally unacceptable to but never mind.

It seems this Blog has managed to annoy Dave MacDonald, local honcho  of the National Front in Aberdeen.  He is not happy at the last Blog entry which reported the things that were being said about him by the British National Party.  He challenges GTF to show the evidence that he fiddled the funds.

GTF of course was only repeating what the British National Party have said about him.

Dave is at pains to point out in his comment that he did not leave the British National Party because of allegations of fiddling money.

Oh no...he left it because "it was going soft and was no longer a white racialist party".  Frankly I think that comment casts a greater shadow over Dave MacDonald's reputation than being accused of a bit of tea-leafing.

But, that's just the GTF view. I guess Dave fancies himself as the Ernst Roehm of the North-East.  Ernst led the Nazi Party Stormtroopers until he was liquidated in the Night of the Long Knives by his enemies in the National Socialist movement.

Dave perhaps needs to reflect on that.

The reason we can't abide the likes of Dave MacDonald and his "white racialist" views is that these people are warped.  Racial prejudice is not a natural phenomenon.  It has to be manufactured.

The material basis for stirring up racial hate is of course that if one section of the population can be led to scapegoat another for all its problems then they are so much more easily manipulated and controlled by those who need to do so, the ruling class.

So people who hold these abhorrent views are either provocateurs for the interests of the ruling class or the dupes of such provocateurs.  So either evil or stupid.  Take your pick.

Ah well, time to lighten this blog up a bit.  How about another recipe?

GTF's Anti Nazi Chorizo & Cabbage Soup

200 grams Chorizo Sausage
An onion
Three or four potatoes
Chicken stock
Savoy Cabbage or spring greens
Olive oil
Smoked Paprika

In some olive oil sweat the chopped Chorizo sausage, the finely diced onion and the coarsely diced potatoes.  When the onions are transparent transfer the mixture of onion, sausage and potato to a pot of the chicken stock which has  been heating and reduced to a simmer.

Simmer the mixture until the potatoes are tender.  Then chop some cabbage, chop more than you think you will need.  Chop it finely. Be careful wielding that knife.

Blanch the cabbage for a minute or so in some boiling water and add it to the stock mixture already simmering on the hob.  Depending on how much cabbage you add, the soup will be more or less thick.  This is not an exact science.  Trust your judgement.

Let it simmer away for long enough and a wee bittie longer.

Mix together some smoked Paprika powder and some olive oil and drizzle it into the soup.

Serve with crusty bread.  Braw.

This dish clearly has roots in the Iberian peninsula and versions exist in Spain and Portugal. This is the Doric version.  Enjoy.

I suspect I am going to have to moderate comments on this Blog.  Ho hum.  Lets see how it goes.

I see no reason to enter into a debate with people who given the chance would have me locked up or killed for who I am and what I think and believe.

So if the National Front want to comment on this or further Blogs here, forget it.

Always nice to see that this Blog is being read though, even by undesirables.  So there.

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