Blood type diet

This is for you, Coryn:
Date: Sun, 9 Nov 2003 07:57:28 -0800
From: “Coryn” <SnipSnip@…
Subject: AxelJekyll and AxelHyde
“I feel bad that Thomas and Axel don’t like one another and, true, I have
never read the private emails. I bet they are something! On my end, Axel
hasn’t insulted me…yet!”
You wanna know why your address names is “SnipSnip”? Because people want to
snip snip you out of the discussion.
“He just may do that but until then, he serves as another source of
information for me. I find his posts interesting. Brash….but interesting
nonetheless.”
You should read my posts between 9/01 and 2/02. I’m awesome!
“He is an angry young man attempting to deal with his issues. (Oh BOY, are
there issues!)”

What the hell does THAT mean?
“I didn’t start doing that until well into my 30’s so it is nice to see that
he is dealing with them early in life and getting them out of the way.
Thomas, I know that you are done with him and I can now understand why. So,
is he banned from this ER4YT-O Group? Like I said, he hasn’t done anything
to me yet…but there is a lot of ammo in this post so we’ll see if he
attacks me too!!! Bring it on!!!” –how original.
Thomas doesn’t have moderator status here, thankfully. Besides, I don’t
think anyone without the O blood-type should be allowed to be a moderator of
ER4YT-O. If I accuse him of being of few vertabrae in this group and wind up
getting BANNED for it, I’ll cry like a little girl. I can only hope that
that bloated sack of seaweed of a Jewish whale, Edna, aka Ocean Girl, aka
Peppermint Twist is hanging around, so that I can call her Seitan’s favorite
Jew. Hear that, blubber head? Oh, I’m sorry Coryn, I was supposed to be
insulting YOU. So sad. I haven’t met many Coryns. I once knew a Corinne, she
was a freshman in my senior year of high school. I was in a psuedo prison
facility known as “Central High School”, a high school that was in front of
my big historic farm house. Oddly enough, I didn’t attend that conventional
prison, er, I mean school, until after I moved out of that farmhouse (after
the “divorce” (they were never legally married, I am a spurious creation).
Well, anyways (how is my stupid Edna impersonation going?) I was actually
going to college for free while in senior year of H.S., but the first two
hours of my school day was stuck in two sophomore level classes (spanish II
and algebra/trig), which was odd. Those hot little freshmen.. Corinne was a
hot little bisexual, short hair but not very dykie. She bloated up though,
not too much, but she got pudgy. Which is cool ’cause I’m understanding an’
all. There were a number of self-professed bisexuals in the freshman class
of my senior year. I felt fortunate to have hung around long enough to see
the next generation of sexual revolutionaries. These hot little bisexuals
got to run around and skip class to go to their special support groups, I
guess bisexuals and homosexuals are so special they don’t have to go to
class like the rest of us, they need counseling and support group discussion
to make it through rough America. I was resentful about that. Maybe now high
school kids don’t need to have their oh-so-special groups eating away from
their classroom time now that all these shows have sprung up about
alternative lifestyles, hmm?
“I remember a few months back he went after the girl who couldn’t eat meat.
She was a great one for him to insult because she just let it roll right off
of her and then he left her alone. He rarely continues his insults if he
can’t get a rise out of the person he’s insulting. After all, that is what
he is looking for. It’s the nature of the beast.”
Yes. I think you are referring to Julie Knapper, or, as she turned out: Ju
Knapper. I have secretly suspected that Ju Knapper was one of those people
who understood the terrible, lonesome beast lurking inside my dark Jewish
heart… but I’ve already confessed to my… particularities (sorry for
etiolating by means of platitudinous evasions…).
“AxelHyde is a very different entity than AxelJekyll. And you can definately
see which personna is dominant in each of his posts. I like AxelJekyll. He
is focused, vibrant, informative, charasmatic and passionate. He is scary
smart for his age. AxelHyde is mad as hell and he is trying to get control
of the crap that is cluttering his mind. AxelHyde demands attention and will
throw out any insult or nasty remark to get it…because he knows it will
get him the attention that he wants and needs. Maybe AxelHyde feels he needs
validation to somehow make up for something that he didn’t get somewhere
else. AxelJekyll just hasn’t gotten control of AxelHyde yet or learned how
to use AxelHyde contructively…but he will. He will most certainly leave a
trail of destruction before that happens (or he’ll piss off the wrong person
and wind up dead)…but he’ll get it someday. Until then, we get the benefit
of him using this post to vent. I, for one, love reading his posts and
seeing him figure it all out…and he throws it out there for all of us to
see! I have got to admire a person like that. And Axel, what do you think?
Am I right about any of this?”
“Coryn in Tacoma”
Maybe. I think we all have something of disparate facets to our personality.
The more complex we are and the more we involve ourselves in this world the
more complicated things can become. I like your theories. I would like to
point out, to my legions of adoring fans who remain relatively unknown, that
although I have admitted to having something of a long-lasting influence
from my darling little Chassidic honey bunnies, that I am rather upset and
dissapointed with the Judaism I’ve seen. Obviously my family sucks shit. So
do most of those religious Jews. The wifey witch kike is mad, insane mad,
the fat, toxic piece-of-shit sorcerer Chassidic kike daddy isn’t much better
off. His paranoia and anger is most palpable in his presence, and clear
indication of his uncontrolled egomaniacal power-tripping Judaism. But I
thank you, not out of the common false moral-high-ground way of New Agers
everywhere. I mean that I thank you for your many blessings, your power
trips, your cleansing sickness episodes on me (I could lose five pounds in a
few days from those). When you wrapped that Jew leather around my arm, and
put the little Jew box thing with the Hebrew scroll inside on my head… the
tefillon. That was great. I’m surprised I didn’t get burned by your holy
objects and rituals, with smoke erupting off the exposed skin and the
hissing and such. But I’m full of surprises (BTW I recently posted an
incredible pair of posts in the Usenet newsgroup misc.fitness.weights to
show everyone how pure I am now!) It was truly a pleasure to feel the power
of real souls, however warped and corrupt, real souls who could be felt
stronger from a distance beyond the physical vibrational energies of the
body, just mind-to-mind. It is interesting that these mystical people are
more easily felt, more powerful than many people standing right in front of
me with my mind’s attention directly on them. But such is life. It was an
unappreciated pleasure to hear your little bird’s moans of longing…
longing for something that the Grand Son of Marion (wife to the mighty
Jewish Professor) could never fulfill. But then I didn’t go and fuck
everything up, did I? Of course, I failed everyone by not fucking this and
that… I suppose I was a fool to follow the law of the land in the privacy
of our personal lives, eh? Your dysfunctional, hostile, battling
relationship to your own spouse was further evidence of your insanity. I’ve
learned that many people can have palpable “vibes”, if their emotional
energies are amped up enough. But it is those with powerful souls who are
most easily felt, and for that I thank you. I also got to see the flaring
psychic anger of my own family, after that. And the memories of the quiet,
clandestine prodding of my own gentile father during that time. I must be
quite a disappointment, aren’t I? But then, you Jews were never good at real
love, were you? No. You need lust to boost everything. Flesh is the only
way, for most. But I have found the love of the flesh, as well, you see. But
my strange path has led me to a different love, from a different flesh… It
didn’t help that you insinuated that I was born at a special time, in a
special place. You lost what little trust I could have given you, from the
beginning. As a child I felt your destructive anger, a vile evil resonating
in my own relatively innocent rib cage. It is interesting that seven years
of age was enough for me to perceive the evils of your Judaism, to *feel*
the truth of your kind.
Wanna know something else, Coryn? I was thinking about the Nazis… the
Swastika’s mysticism (from India) and that kind of stuff. Wondering what
went on that led up to WWII. I was sometimes fantasizing about losing my
virginity and falling in love with a German woman, maybe even marrying a
woman of German ancestry… it made my Jewish penis spring to life, thinking
of coming so close to combining my soul with the mighty Germans! My will was
eventually met by the organizing forces of our Universe, or G-d, in the form
of a woman. Quite a joker, that H-shem. I was given a Jewish woman, but not
obviously Jewish, only the matriarchical heritage. Of course, I could sense
her, and sense her I did. I even soared on the cannibus and took it in hard.
She was quite a roiling confliction, what a pryotechnic psychic display for
poor Axel. It was only months after the last time I saw her that I saw on
the History Channel that she looked strikingly similar to Reinhard Heydrich,
the dreaded officer involved in the Nazi’s answer to the Jewish Question.
Quite a joker, that H-shem! Quite insane, that gal. Coryn, did you know that
I can pick up a 170 pound women in the middle of the night, without even
warming up? I’m a real type-O charmer. During her first & last visit to my
apartment (well, efficiency) I felt my ego-self, my conceptual sense of Self
literally be shifted and forced into a world where I was a lying, using,
abusing, ruthless scoundrel of a man. And every time I fought that,
wondering in my stoned mind if it was my own repressed issues blooming open
by her presence, or what… but no, I have not been those things. I had the
opportunity to learn what it is like to be made into a bad man. Over and
over again. Quite interesting, this transpersonal psychology. Oh… I bet
the Torah has many incredibly wise insights for those wise Rabbi’s to learn
from and prove themselves even moreso the hypocrites of religion. That’s
paradox. *I* have to settle for the female bisexual reincarnation of
Reinhard Heydrich. But I proved myself, once again. I tried to help her,
make her better, touch her well, give her the information to help her,
through e-mail or long-winded discourses that resembled a small lecture; as
much energy and love as I put into trying to help the “Face of Evil”, but to
no avail. I’ll settle for the dreams that follow from the posts I made early
in the morning of 11/24/03 in misc.fitness.weights . There was even a fat,
melanin-rich woman with dreadlocks! Wow. Sexy. At least I think they were
people from the internet… but then I met them on the innernet!
But now I have to somehow make this a justifiable post to my favorite group,
Exist Right for (4) Your Type-O. Hmmm. Well. I could post on how I’m going
from grass-fed beef to imported lamb from New Zealand and Australia. It is
interesting that the imported lamb from continents not quite close to N.
America is cheaper than lamb bought from right here in the USA, even regular
grade “A” lamb! I don’t bother with Halal or kosher or organic or grass-fed
titles on the lamb from Oz or Middle-Earth. I actually am looking for those
big leg bones, one of my farmer friends from my local farmer’s market turned
me on to lamb bones for their marrow, but I like them for the rich stock
they make, too. I use those thick lamb bones for stock, twice. Purchasing a
five or six pound leg of lamb is fun, I place its weight on my shoulder when
I’m waiting in line to buy it from my favorite greek grocer. From my
experience with the grass-fed red meats I would have to say the Oz &
Middle-Earth lamb is really good, I feel really good after eating them.
Actually, when I eat a lot of the fat from the ribs of the Middle-Earth
lamb, from a rectangular shoulder/rib cut, I can wind up with something
close to euphoria for a few hours. No joke. I feel really good. I like to
use mint, oregano & rosemary with slices of garlic cloves inserted into the
leg for roasting, of course with salt too. I can use dried mint. With
oregano and mint I pound them in the mortar and pestle into a powder, then I
run through a wire mesh to remove the stems and hard bits. Rosemary I always
grind in my mortar and pestle anyways (duh!). Then I mix in the salt, some
cayenne pepper powder and maybe some garlic powder if I feel like it in a
dry herb/spice rub. I got a whole lot of lamb fat from my famer’s market
lady. I mean a lot. She surprised me, she gave me over 6 pounds of lamb fat,
after rendering. I offered some lamb fat morsels to my father, but he is a
hypercholesterolemic B and didn’t want anything to do with it. I don’t know
if my step-mother is a nonnie of an A (As… hmph!). I don’t know what to
call the shrunken remains of the fat after rendering the fat out of them. If
I cook them down enough they resemble a moister version of pork rinds, only
in my kitchen they are wet beef rinds or wet lamb rinds. I still remember
the first time I rendered out the heart fat from about 3 pounds of lamb
heart fatty deposits… at first I was just going to taste the lamb heart
rind, but then after a few mouthfuls I just kept eating them! I felt really
good! And those were just plain old organic lamb hearts. Most of the time I
feel blah after eating plain old organic flesh fat. It’s those grains,
man… those grains ‘ll screw you up, even second hand.
Reminds me, I should make a correction. When I was talking about the heart,
how much weight of it was composed of neurons? I goofed. I think that should
read 60-75% by weight composed of nervous tissue. Sorry. Not that it
matters, none of you are writing papers for other people or anything like
that, right?
Someone mentioned that they feel it is easier digestion with lamb meat than
with beef. I would agree. I’ve heard that buffalo is easier to digest than
beef, too. Lamb is nice. Lamb is sweet. Good lamb tastes great. It can be a
little stinky, too. But I always liked lamb. I think those Greeks and
Italians knew how to make good lamb. Those savory herbs and spices make it
work. Same with venison. If you cruise the usenet newgroups like rec.guns or
alt.diet.support.low-carb you will see people objecting to venison or other
gamey meats, saying that those meats are too gamey. Well, some of it may
depend on the conditions of the animals death, but I’ve found in gamier
meats that the gamey taste, by itself, isn’t so great but as a complement to
the other flavors it really helps to boost the final taste of the dish.
Sweet Italian sausage spices were my big clue in to how to make venison,
albeit farm-raised venison, work.
Yeah, I like lamb. I’ve been goin’ it kind of Greek style. Yum. At times,
because of the fattiness of it (and I flinch at the thought of an O shaving
off fat from a cut of more natural lamb for the sake of avoiding those
“dangerous animal fats”) I have felt a rush of energy that lasts for hours.
The fatty rib meals are more happiness mood, but a really fatty leg of lamb
meal (I like to eat the fat off the bone, instead of a fork-knife setup) can
get me kind of high. Not marijuana high, but high. I’ve gotten very down,
depressed, lethargic from grade “A” lamb, rib cut at that. That’s part of
the reason why I sometimes bring up the energy/spiritual/whatever angle,
because I wonder how far that aspect of diet goes in the grand scheme of
things. But physically, from the more natural fat & flesh meals I’ve eaten,
I’ve gotten a little twitchy in the limbs from a very fatty lamb meal.
Anyone out there care to explain that one? I’ve also gotten this from
natural (omnivorous) chicken fat.
Axel O+ secretor

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