Who Are The British?

Britons are a genetic group, the modern Welsh and Cornish and NOBODY ELSE. When people describe non-Brythonic genealogy as being 'Britons' it IS cultural repression of a minority ethnic group. 

The English and Scottish are not Britons. They are British ONLY because they genetically interbred with the Britons. 

Briton (pure) and British (derived of) with the suffix -ish replacing the suffix -on, as per English language structure. 

THIS IS BRITISH CULTURE, DNA AND LANGUAGE 

When those definitive things are ignored and invalidated by people with different genetic and cultural origins, thats a matter of ... cultural and genetic REPLACEMENT 

Which is what the ancestral British are highlighting as being VERY VALID.

The same logic flows through to English (not pure Angles, a mixture of other tribes genes into the Ingles to make the Ingle-ish) and to the Scottish (not pure Scoti, a mixture of other tribes genes into the Scoti to make the Scot-ish). 

You have now competed your lesson in 

WHO ARE THE BRITISH ?

 for the day. 

Your homework is to contemplate interbreeding or retaining your own genealogy as purely as possible. 

Warning; reproducing with immediate siblings and first cousins is known to cause genetic defects. 

Next Weeks Lesson: 

'Why Manx Cats have no tails and why Human-Monkeys have no tails'

You are, of course, invited to test whether SCIENCE or IDEOLOGY is more real in the real world, by believing that you can fly and stepping off the roof of a tall building.

RIP WES

 

Wes, mate. What the fuck. 

Books of blackness bringing light. Expressions of pain. Words so beautiful, insightful, pure. 

Wes was the best guitarist I ever met. 

There were times we got so close. We dream-shared. Sleeping in adjacent rooms, waking the next morning from a lucid dream featuring each other and discussing it in detail, sharing the same dream consciously proved to us without doubt that such a thing is possible. Shamanic. Can't lead a normal life when you go through stuff like that. Can't fit in to the demands of the normal world which demands we must be crazy to believe in spirituality and put it first and foremost above all other things. 

Nobody gave Wes enough attention because when we did it was heavy sharing in what he had to process in his inner world. Wes was plutonic, saturnalian, self-destructive in a hedonism necessary to escape the pain he confronted. 

Then he met the most beautiful, wonderful, adorable and dedicated girlfriend imaginable. I don't know her, I heard so much positive about her and their love together. 

But we always knew Wes time here was gonna be cut short. He told me once, he had seen the moment his death. I told him if we know the future we have a duty to change it. Fuck fate, we make our own. It had a gravity he could never escape from, not fully. It happened the way he described it. 

Wes is a poet who left books of his thoughts. Sometimes he couldn't create and when he did it was magic. 

He passed away on Valentines Day 2026, ever the romantic soul. 

We all miss you. 

What happened after in his wake is a part of his teaching. The people who loved him pulled closer and sorted out their hateful differences; which is all he ever really wanted. Wes did what was necessary to make that happen. He was the strongest of us all. 

Something Different This Way Comes

Here is a list of some primarily personal, artistic and creative blogs which share similarities with snakeappletree.blogspot.com in spirit or theme. I don't know any of these people and they don't know me. The affinity I have for them is hermitude. 

kristybowen.blogspot.com 

keningzhu.com/journal 

wildozark.com/hermit-artist 

miguelcarterfisherblog.wordpress.com

kamethehermit.tumblr.com 

beguidedbyart.com 

thehermitsrest.wordpress.com 

arthermit.ca

www.marycoreymarch.wordpress.com

slowmuse.wordpress.com 

www.drawntowriting.blogspot.com

A Necessary Debunk

 

I blog. I have been bloggin' for a long time. It was 2009 I came over to blogger. Before that, phpbb. Probably not much of that remains, it was the old internet after all, since the good old days before FakeBook. Even back then people were still using the phrase 'Global Village' to describe the internet. Somehow it became Troll City.  

One of my blog sites was for some awesome SecondLife sims which I discovered. I once had enough time to do a series of SL blogs, photographing the sims for posterity. SL sims don't usually last very long. One of those sims was a Furry sim. I never saw anyone else there, I don't hang out with Furries as far as I know and I have never been a Furry myself. There is a community of Furry's in SL which I have nothing to do with. Occasionally might cross paths with one of them in a public place, but rare. I liked the Furry sim because the architecture was interesting both in its design and in it aesthetic. 

It was one of dozens of blogs of SL sims I made. 

I was basically showcasing some of the 3D digital artists using SL because, with the sims so often being temporary, there isn't any proof they ever existed. Once they're gone they're gone for good. As an artist and art historian it is part of my duty to make some sort of an effort at recording the sort of art which is being made at this time in history. SecondLife art scene is quite big inworld and is virtually unheard of outside of it. 

For reasons known only to Google, its Gemini AI has decided to put my name as synonymous with Furry culture, all because of the one blog. As far as I am concerned, I do not have much pleasant to say about Google AI for it doing that. I've never been a Furry. I have no interest in it. I know it exists. There are so many things I am much more interested in. Furries is not even on the list of things I am interested in. I am more interested in how coloured chalk is made than I am in Furries. 

What this proves is how you can not trust Google AI because it lies. For the dozens of blogs I have made about SecondLife, for the dozens of blogs I have made about Tabletop RolePlaying Games, for the dozens of blogs I have made about music and art, for the hundreds of blogs I have made about psychology and sociology; to label me by one thing which I made one blog about, especially when its something I don't much care about, seems ridiculous and misinformative. I do find that offensive. 

Should I delete the furry blog? It's tempting to do that, just to get Google AI off my back. 

Thank you for reading this attempt to set the public record straight about something which has annoyed me. 

RIP KBL

For 17 years a woman has systematically repeatedly destroyed my life at every opportunity, out of malice, spite and envy. She has told me to my face her motive is because she is jealous. 

A week ago she was found dead. I suspect it was another vodka and pharmaceutical overdose, two years after the last time she did that, which gave her a stroke and put her in a coma. 

I have tried for years to get her the help she has needed. She was clearly psychiatric. 

In part because she misrepresented my attempts to get her professional help through the system as male domination, misogyny and undermining her sense of being “a strong independant woman who don’t need no man”, the authorities attitude has been to accuse me of being the problem and to not support her. 

She has reported hallucinating ghosts of dead babies clawing their way out of the walls to get to her. She has clawed and smashed holes in her walls and doors in an attempt to frighten them off her. There are witnesses to this. 

I do not believe I was ever the problem. I believe drugs, alcohol, bad decisions and bad company had made a psychiatric problem much worse. 

I have taken her to hospital for emergency operations after she has been involved in drunk driving incidents. I have done everything I was able to support her. I long ago stopped giving her financial support because she spent it on street drugs and vodka. She stated repeatedly the reasons she hated me is because I won’t fund her self-destruction. 

She had me wrongfully arrested for crimes she had organised, for revenge and as a joke. She would show off about it to my face when nobody else was around. Her friends were involved in that.

I did make police reports about her for some incidents. They would never act on it. The police told me that as a vulnerable female they would protect her rather than warn her, even when it meant for example whitewashing evidence supporting my claims. Including video’s threats of violence, text evidence of attempted blackmail and threats of further false allegations and theft of property. I do believe it has to do with her being a police informant albeit a corrupt one. She took dealers out to protect other dealers. 

Being the target of that level of domestic abuse by somebody like that is something I have had no support for. 

The National Domestic Abuse Helpline told me they are for women only. The idea of female to male domestic abuse is not something the local system workers are able to compute. Eventually I was told to ‘try mens sheds’ whatever that is. I had to explain I am heterosexual; there is lgbt crime support. 

There is no support for men who are put through this intense level of ongoing hate crime. 

I entered 2026 with news of her death. It’s a shock to the system. I am free of it. I don’t know how to feel. It’s data to process. Emotionally I am still stunned. I actually feel like I want to cry. It’s like coming up for air after bursting your lungs with suffocation for so long. 

She split me up from one relationship by telling my girlfriend I had been accusing her of being a pedophile. I never did. 

She and her friends split me up from one relationship by getting me arrested for animal abuse which I did not do and when that did not work they told my girlfriend I had slept with one of them. I never did. 

She split me up from one relationship by telling social services I had tried to kill a child and social services backed her and told my girlfriend I was a danger to children. My girlfriend saw through it but her parents and friends did not, they pressured her into ending things. 

The woman did not want to be in a relationship with me herself. I asked her if the jealousy was because of that. She said no. Said it was that she wanted me to know what it feels like to be controlled, and to have my life destroyed. She explained it by saying; “smash the patriarchy.” “All men are bastards.” “Let you know how women feel.” 

This post is in memory of her. 

RIP