Monthly Archives: July 2018

Ann Barnhardt: Kingpin (Queenpin?) of Massive Horsemeat Deep-State NWO Conspiracy

Well, the jig is up for me.  I’ve been discovered.  I savvy reader sent in an email declaring that I have exposed myself as the center of a massive conspiracy to… I’m not exactly sure – oppress the white man? advance the NewWorldOrder? Hell, who are we kidding here?  We all know that at the end of the day, it’s all about Da JOOOOOOZ, right?

So, I ate a horse steak, and it was darn good, and stated that it is an absolute travesty that horse slaughter is illegal in the U.S., and that horse slaughter should be legalized and re-commenced in the U.S., and thus it is now obvious to anyone willing to “see da troof” that I am at the center of a swirling nexus of evil involving the ENTIRE North American Cattle Industry (Hi, Guys!) and the Bureau of Land Management to… do something to someone involving the horsemeat trade, or something.  I can’t even really follow what the argument is. But it’s BAAAAAD!

But, the good news is, I now get double portions of horse the next time I have an opportunity to eat it, because I CLAIM the correspondent’s allotment in perpetuity. HA! And y’all know I’m all about seconds!

If you are interested in preparing clandestine horsesteak, might I recommend a classic and super-easy presentation that can also be used on beef steak – both ribeye and tenderloin.  If you have never tried Bearnaise Sauce, I would strongly encourage you to do so.  Bearnaise Sauce is a variation on Hollandaise Sauce, and is an emulsification of egg yolks and clarified butter seasoned with the herb TARRAGON.  Tarragon can be purchased dried in any grocery store on the spice aisle.  If you live in a big enough city and have access to a market with fresh herbs, you might be able to find fresh tarragon, which I have had, and is extra-delicious.  Bearnaise Sauce is one of the Five French “Mother” Sauces.  But what is so cool is that you don’t have to make it from scratch.  All you have to do is go to the gravy and sauce aisle in the grocery store where they have the little sauce and gravy packets (Knorr is the most common brand), and Bearnaise Sauce will be one of the flavors – and it is DARN GOOD.  I keep a full selection of these sauce and gravy packets on hand: Hollandaise (excellent on scrambled eggs), Bearnaise (for steak and fish), Au Jus mix, Brown Gravy, Pork Gravy, and Turkey Gravy.

Cheap, easy, delicious, and, if you eat horse, part of a massive conspiracy apparently, which always adds extra special flavor.

An absolutely delightful email came in from a reader regarding horsemeat:

Dear Ann,
I cannot help writing to you, since reading today’s post. Here’s the short version of my own horse meat story:
I first ate horse meat in the winter of 1970, when I was in Avignon, France for a study abroad program. We Americans lived with French families and ate our dinner at about 1 p.m. at the student cafeteria. We were served horse meat maybe 3 times during the 10 week term. I thought it was delicious.
When I returned home my Mom served us a dinner of horse meat and I recognized it. She asked me to keep quiet about it, since my Dad did not know it was horse meat. My 8 younger siblings also knew about the horse meat.
On March 7th of 1973, Mom was “caught” at the horse meat market by an Oregonian reporter, who placed her photo and story the next day on the front page with the headline: “Surprise, Ed, that’s really NOT beefsteak”. Dad wasn’t sure what he thought about eating horse meat, but he loved all the publicity! He quickly developed a range of horse meat jokes, with many Mr. Ed jokes. The local story went national in many newspapers and on many radio shows.
So, my parents got to appear on the The Tonight Show with Johnny Carson on April 4th, 1973. They also appeared on To Tell the Truth on June 1st, 1973. If you are interested, you could google The Tonight Show to watch that episode.
My parents got lots of fan mail from friends and family because of this and only one piece of “hate” mail, with no signature. This turned out to be a happy event for my whole family and brought back many great memories for me.

Finally a compelling scene of a truly remarkable animal – that WAS NOT a rational intellect.  A beautiful creature? Made and engineered by God?  Yes, of course.  Possessing the dignity of a human being? Made in the image and likeness of God? Absolutely NOT.  But this is a great scene.  Enjoy.

Future Podcast: “Ask me anything…”

It’s been just over 14 months since the Barnhardt Podcast launched, and while answering questions submitted by listeners is something we’ve done, we’ve not dedicated an episode exclusively to answering questions, so let’s fix that! If you’ve wondered why Ann got into finance instead of architecture, why she uses a Mac instead of Windows, who she would nominate for President if she could elect one on her vote alone, recipe recommendations for Friday evening dinner parties, or what started Ann’s journey to the Catholic Faith, submit your questions by sending an email to [email protected] or by recording your question as a voicemail (or sending it as a text message) to the Google Voice number: (302) 648-6373.

I ate a horse, and it was delicious, and I’m not sorry.

So I went on a pilgrimage/sightseeing trip last week, and I have a confession of sorts.  I was offered (looks over both shoulders nervously) and ate (draws the curtains and locks the deadbolt)… HORSEMEAT.

I’ll never watch an episode of Mr. Ed the same way again.  Let’s just say that the Food Channel should show National Velvet every Saturday as… you know… a food production documentary.

Don’t ask how exactly horse meat came to be procured.  Let’s just say that it’s good to have friends with… ETHNIC CONNECTIONS.

And, of course, in all seriousness, I have to say that the prohibition on horse slaughter in the U.S. is absolutely disgusting, and causes horses to suffer terribly, because people leave them to essentially starve to death because there is no way to legally slaughter them, nevermind use the meat for any sort of food, for either animal or human consumption.  Typical female sentimental stupidity!  As we have discussed in this space of late, animals, including horses, are NOT rational intellects, and therefore can and should be slaughtered humanely, and eaten.

The ban on horse slaughter in the U.S. was just extended with a moron Congresscretin from Florida even offering the following quote:

“The slaughter of horses for human consumption is a barbaric practice that must end,” 

Oh, give me a BREAK.  What absolute piffle. What’s barbaric is watching Mr. Ed starve to death or die slowly of laminitis because the owner can’t afford a non-slaughter disposal.  Mr. Ed should have a pounded-out value for his meat, just exactly like an old cow, even if he only goes into dog food.  And Seabiscuit, in the full flower of health, should find his way onto MY plate, perhaps with some potatoes au gratin on the side.

And now, finally, after all these years, I can testify that horsemeat is quite tasty – very much a red meat like beef, but leaner, and with a hint of sweetness in contrast to the more savory flavor of beef.

If you actually care about the welfare of horses, the legalization of horse slaughter should be priority number one.

Medium rare, of course, of course!

Starting Monday Off Right – King St. Henry Edition

Our Father, Who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy Name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Amen.

PATER NOSTER, qui es in caelis, sanctificetur nomen tuum. Adveniat regnum tuum. Fiat voluntas tua, sicut in caelo et in terra. Panem nostrum quotidianum da nobis hodie, et dimitte nobis debita nostra sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris. Et ne nos inducas in tentationem, sed libera nos a malo. Amen.

I’ll let you click over and read of all of the accomplishments and general excellence of King St. Henry HERE, but will tease you with only the following sentence:

Henry drove out an antipope, and brought the legitimate Pope Benedict VIII back to Rome….


King St. Henry, pray for us!

Barnhardt Podcast #055: Open Thecreths

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In this episode we discuss a topic which has been well documented and yet continues to hide in plain sight, supported by Beta Narcissists and both the willing and obliviously ignorant: the Lavender Mafia. Trading the contemplation of eternal things for earthly power, sins of the flesh, and mutually assured blackmail, the clerical legacy of “Cardinal Leonardine” is not only still with us but more powerful than ever, and don’t kid yourself, the Lavender Mafia overculture transcends the liberal-conservative-Trad spectrum.

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Dirty Looks

Serious question here.

If someone got up in your face and glared at YOU like this, what would you think?  How would you take it?

I really don’t see how this facial expression can be read as anything other than total contempt and abject hatred.

A Sad #TOLDYA : As Political Violence Escalates, Might I Recommend Reviewing….

I’ve known decisively for over a decade now that hot Civil War in the former U.S. is inevitable.  And, as I have said for over a decade, a second U.S. Civil War will probably result in Red Chinese boots on the ground in North America – almost certainly at the invitation of the morons up and down the Pacific Coast, who will invite them in as “peacekeepers” or some such.

But in terms of the political violence, I covered all of this in-depth in my ARSH 2012 Video presentation on the Vendee Genocide in France during the satanic French Revolution.  The parallels between what happened in France just over 200 years ago, and what we have seen and are seeing before our eyes today in the (former) U.S. are stunning.  The only difference is that today’s culture is starting from a far, far worse level.  Remember, almost everyone in France 200 years ago was a weekly Mass-going Catholic.  And those people descended into barbarity and cruelty against their fellow Frenchmen that can only be described as demonic – and it happened FAST.  The point I make at the end of this presentation is that when society totally breaks down in the U.S., it is going to be a bloodbath the likes of which has not been seen since the days of the Aztecs.  I think the French Revolution will seem tame in comparison when history looks back at it.  As you have probably seen, leftists are already proudly declaring that they will, like Madame Defarge, set up their chairs and delight in watching people like me and you being publicly executed.

I don’t want to toot my own horn here, but if you’re skeptical about watching a 80 minute long presentation about anything French, this presentation was videotaped before a Tea Party group in southern Colorado, and there were LOTS of Vietnam Veterans in the group – rough and ready types.  I opened with a little disclaimer about not poo-pooing the importance and relevance of the French Revolution, or the Cheese-eating Surrender Monkeys as a race in general, and then dove into the lecture.  At the end, immediately after the cut on the video, one of the Vets stood up to speak.  He declared the presentation to be the best he had ever witnessed, and the entire room jumped to their feet, and gave a standing ovation.  And I found an interesting piece of carpet to stare at and made some awkward hand gestures of gratitude.

The presentation is grizzly, and hard to listen to at some points, but it really is important.

Also remember, this was recorded in July of ARSH 2012 and Antipope Bergoglio was just another psychopath prelate, hanging out with his boy-raping buddies in relative obscurity in Buenos Aires, NOT squatting on the See of Peter and doing what False Prophet Forerunners of the Antichrist do.

Oh, and if you need me to sell it any harder, I call Hillary Clinton a “Marxist b***h”.  So, if for no other reason, you can watch it just for that.

Buy more ammo.

“Normally, when I get into a debate with a conservative friend and we are at an impasse, with no hope for resolution, I try to ease the tension with levity, and say, “Well, when the revolution comes, I will put in a good word for you and your family.” To my friends in the Republican political and legal establishment who have not stood up to Trump: When the revolution comes, you are on your own, and I will be clamoring not for mercy but for a seat next to the guillotine, where I can do my knitting.”
Michael Sean Winters, National catholic Reporter, 3 July, ARSH 2018


More Evidence of the Great Derailing: Best Male Country Vocal Performance Grammy in 1972 Went To A RAP Song

Just a quick observational post, if you will indulge me.

The Grammy Award for Best Male COUNTRY Vocal Performance in ARSH 1972 (for calendar year 1971) went to a RAP song.  An ugly, base, vulgar, stupid RAP (but I repeat myself).

There should have been a general strike.  All men of good will should have taken to the streets in protest.

You think I’m kidding?  Here it is.

In the same award-year (ARSH 1971), was this song, which wasn’t even nominated.  Now, I’m no huge John Denver fan, but this is a fine melody with some nice harmonies, and the lyrics are poetic and thoughtful.  Just give that young man a proper haircut, and we’re all good. But no.

I’m telling you, folks, the infiltration was deep and thorough and hyper-aggressive from about ARSH 1962.


Almost heaven, West Virginia
Blue ridge mountains, Shenandoah river
Life is old there, older than the trees
Younger than the mountains, blowing like a breeze

Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia
Mountain mamma, take me home
Country roads

All my memories, gather round her
Modest lady, stranger to blue water
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky
Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye

Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia
Mountain mamma, take me home
Country roads

I hear her voice in the morning hour she calls me
Radio reminds me of my home far away
Driving down the road I get a feeling
That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday

That Time The Eagles Had A Hit Song About The Eucharist

As the Freemasonic grand plan continues to unfold before our very eyes, I find it hard to make a “rah-rah” post for the 4th of July, because… Freemasons.

But, I do certainly hope that one and all are enjoying yummy bacon cheeseburgers, slightly burnt hotdogs, potato salad, decent beer, and most of all, good times with family and friends.

In wanting to post something edifying, and yet very American, how about The Eagles?  I heard the “elevator muzak” version of this song playing in a public place on Monday night, and as the lyrics zoomed through my head, I realized that this is one of those songs that can TOTALLY be heard through the ears of faith, specifically about The Eucharist.  The bridge seems to be referencing Calvary directly.  Lyrics below, and if it is our voice, that is, the voice of the faithful, the lyrics are left in black, and if it the voice of Our Lord singing to His Church, the lyrics are in red.  It can easily be heard as a beautiful dialogue.  Enjoy.

I was standing
All alone against the world outside.
You were searching
For a place to hide.
Lost and lonely
Now You’ve given me the will to survive.
When we’re hungry, Love will keep us alive.

Don’t you worry
Sometimes you’ve just gotta let it ride.
The world is changing
Right before your eyes.
Now I’ve found You
There’s no more emptiness inside.
When we’re hungry, Love will keep us alive.

I would die for you,
Climb the highest mountain.
Baby, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do.

Now I’ve found You,
There’s no more emptiness inside.
When we’re hungry, Love will keep us alive.

I would die for you,
Climb the highest mountain.
Baby, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do.

I was standing
All alone against the world outside.
You were searching
For a place to hide.
Lost and lonely
Now You’ve given me the will to survive.
When we’re hungry, Love will keep us alive
When we’re hungry, Love will keep us alive
When we’re hungry, Love will keep us alive

When we’re hungry, Love will keep us alive.