"A lambkin in peace, but a lion in war,
The pride of her kindred, the heroine grew:
Her grandsire, old Odin, triumphantly swore, -"
"Whoe'er shall provoke thee, th' encounter shall rue!"
- Robert Burns, Caledonia.
I've seen lots of gore. It doesn't really affect me too much, I tend to grimace and wince at torture above all else, as one might. It interests me because gore was not only common to see for our ancestors, but it was something so often celebrated - which is now taboo.
How /does/ it affect the psyche and how can it give us an insight into the ways that our ancestors thought, and engaged with the world? Germanic funeral's might've been extremely bloody affairs, animals slaughtered, dozens at a time, the ground wet with blood and everyone, and everything caked in gore.
Human sacrifices are sometimes evidenced to have had throats slit, with possible indications that they had their necks bound with cordage beforehand so that the bloodiness was increased for the public spectacle. Animals were likely slaughtered in similar ways too, in ways that emphasized the visceral gore.
When I was young, I had unfettered internet access. I have seen the worst it had to offer. Every second of gore that could break a man, I was exposed to and desensitized to it. Nothing bothered me. No video ever prepared me for the Ronnie McNutt video.
Someone sent me it and didn't say what it was. I remember clicking it and thinking "I wonder what this is?"
I slammed my laptop shut. Easily one of the worst videos ever recorded. After watching it, I felt like I just watched the video from The Ring. I had a small fascination with gore and I'd find myself watching these videos from time to time. It was a curiosity. A "so that's what happens" thing. I never watched anything like that intentionally again.
Watching stuff like this harms your soul, I'm convinced of it.
In navy documents from around 1900, my Welsh great great grandfather is condemned for having deserted. He is described as 5ft tall, and covered in many tattoos. I wish I had a picture of him.
Colorized mugshot taken in 1895 of 18-year-old Carl Wilhelm Strand “Piggen”, a blacksmith sentenced for stealing 15 dozen eggs from his former employer.
Carl tries to sell the eggs to various shopkeepers, but no one wants to buy them. He gives up, and the next day he tries to return them—but the police arrive, and he is arrested. Carl is convicted of theft by means of breaking and entering and sentenced to three months of hard labor, which he serves at the state prison in Långholmen from December 3, 1894 to February 10, 1895.
The last English people to be proper Anglo-Saxon's were those in the southern United States until the end of the 1860's, as well as those who went west.
@TiwCultist@AnInnes3 My line of Basford’s left Nottingham over 380 years ago for a better life in the colonies.
I’m a Saxon. I embrace my Saxon, Welsh and Irish heritage. The opinions of those who don’t embrace their heritage are irrelevant.
I don't like Anglo-Saxon as a term to describe the vast majority of contemporary English people. It rarely suits. Contemporary English culture has nothing in common with the culture of the Anglo-Saxon's.
All of my Irish family are from Connacht (North Mayo and Sligo) personally. Migration might've physically occurred via eastern ports, but the earlier generations of Irish in England were more likely from the West, which was affected more during the famine afaik. Economic migration in the last century or so might've seen more from the east though, so idk.
I have Irish family in England via my mother. They first came during the famine, moving back-and-forth between Ireland and northern England since then. They maintained familial connections in Ireland, and amongst Irish-American's until my grandad's generation. It wasn't until the 60's that they married outside of an ethnically Irish-Catholic family, i.e., when my grandad married my grandmother. This caused genuine strife in the family at the time, with my grandad being practically exiled by his own mother for not having a proper Catholic marriage. Regardless, my grandfather remained Catholic, and often took my grandmother to the local Irish Club (very common establishments in England back then, mostly associated with old people now.)
However after him, any sense of Irishness seems to have fizzled away. All of his offspring consider themselves English, even my mother, who has a very Gaelic name. It's an anecdotal case study, I suppose, but it highlights that this phenomenon is new and seemed to have its origins in derisive post-war ways of approaching and thinking about things like ethnicity in Britain.
You just won a 2-week, all-expenses-paid vacation. But there’s a catch: you have to stay within one region the whole time. What region are you picking?
I love and have many relations to the nations of England, Wales, Scotland, and Ireland. However, I give my loyalty to Scotland above the rest. Yet I can't help but look upon the loyalist, contemporary Ulster-Scot with visceral disgust.
Yet I look upon their kinsmen that made their way to America with much more respect. I suppose leaving Ireland is the healthiest thing for them.
@CaptainFalke I am the descendent of the first covenanters, who fought on the side of Cromwell and then with the King. I care little for the continued sectarian conflict in the south-west, but I do respect my ancestors fight for freedom of religion and the defence of their home.