Archive for June, 2004
Ideas Are Power
Posted by Bob in How Things Work on 6/20/2004
The people who do the thinking and the people who get published are two different groups. Those who do things and those who take credit are two different groups.
I HATE to say this, because it sounds like something some Cynical Tough Guy would say, and there is nothing dumber than a Cynical Real Man type.
This is a big world, and getting published is a business and thinking is a full time job. They are separate professions, like writing and being a writer’s agent.
When a writer publishes a book, other people get most of the profits. This does not take a Cynical Real Man to figure out, it is a simple matter of economics in a large society.
I am after power and I always have been. That means that I formulate my ideas and I let other people publish them and get credit for them. You can have power or fame or money, but not all three. I chose power.
The president has very little power. He carries out policies that were determined long before he ran for office. Lincoln could have been Seward. Roosevelt could have been shot in 1932 and things would have changed little.
I want something done and I find a way to get that idea out in public. I find an agent, which means I put the idea in such a way that somebody can make use of it. When the time comes, they do. That is power.
When you send me an article that “says something like what I said,” you are sending me a long-winded tenth repeat of something I planted twenty years ago. It is not an inspiring thing for me to read.
Why Is There a Fifteenth Amendment?
If voting is a right and the fourteenth amendment guaranteed equal rights to black people, there would be no fifteenth amendment. Ask yourself, why is there a fifteenth amendment?
Then ask others why there is a fifteenth amendment.
Hate Kills the Hater
I gave examples below of how hate kills the hater. After Hitler, Jews hated white gentiles in Europe so much that they threw themselves into the task of taking Europe away from white gentiles.
They succeeded. By the middle of this century Western Europe will have a Moslem majority that hates Jews as much as Hitler did.
Hate kills the hater. The first time a New Englander talked to a Southern audience was about 1660, when a Massachusetts preacher spoke in Jamestown, Virginia. He denounced every leader Jamestown ever had, including my own ancestor, the Reverend Alexander Whitaker.
Puritans hated themselves and everybody else. Very few Puritans were not going to Hell, and everybody else was. Every infant who died went straight to the Pit.
New England hated the South when New Englanders were making fortunes in the slave trade. Then they said they hated the South because they loved the poor little black folks. New England hated the West. Every New England state opposed the admission of Western states to the Union, and New England fought every step of America’s expansion west.
Today, there is no New England. The hatred is still there in leftism and Political Correctness, but it is spoken out by Kennedys and Barney Franks, Irishmen and Jews old New Englanders hated (surprise! surprise!) and banned from their stores and their workplaces (“Irish Need Not Apply”).
Tom Fleming wrote a front page article for National Review years ago called “What Killed the Yankee Culture?” New England’s hate killed old New England. They shriveled up and died while the South populated the West. They died in a wave of sour old maids of both sexes.
The British Empire could have still been a great world power if Churchill had not hated Germany so much. Churchill took Stalin’s side to destroy Germany (“I would join with the Devil Himself to defeat Hitler”) and destroyed Britain’s economy and manpower to defeat Germany. After the two great European powers were destroyed by Churchill’s hatred of Germany, only Stalin and Roosevelt were left to rule the world and dismantle Europe’s Empires, including the one that belonged to that damp, impoverished little island Churchill lived on.
You Get What You Deserve
Posted by Bob in How Things Work on 6/19/2004
Somebody in California wrote me about how they didn’t care about race. Then they whined about how blacks were taking all their money and jobs, poor baby!
Here is my reply:
“You get booted around because you deserve to. You have no feeling for whites, but blacks care about blacks, so they get it all. They deserve to.”
“I am all for affirmative action. Whites are wimps and race traitors, so they get stomped on. That’s great by me.”
“When Hispanics take over, it will just mean there will be no Rio Grande to escape across. A colored country is the third world. All the world will be the third world except our racist enclaves, and people like you made it that way. What do you think you deserve for this?”
Hallelujah Day?
Nobody wants to make a decision about getting our troops out of Iraq, so they are pointing at the date when the new interim Iraqi government takes charge as some kind of Hallelujah Day.
Throughout the Vietnam War South Vietnam had a government of its own. American troops got out when they ran. Throughout the Korean War South Korea had a government of its own. The fighting stopped when Eisenhower threatened to use the atomic bomb on China. That was in 1953.
Nobody had the guts to make a decision about American troops in Korea, so they’re still there. The Soviet Union collapsed many years ago, but American troops are still in Germany.
There will never be a Hallelujah Day that will save Americans from having to have the moral courage to make a decision.
Why Are We There Again?
Posted by Bob in Musings about Life on 6/19/2004
Russia has all the oil we can buy. If we spent half the money revving up Russian oil production that we spend in the Middle East, we would have plenty of oil in just a few years. America doesn’t need to be in the Middle East.
But Israel does.
**MASH**
The TV series **MASH** is repeated endlessly. But you never see the original movie version of **MASH**.
That is because the movie is so horribly dated. It is pure 1960s stuff. Let me give you an example.
Eliot Gould was one of the big stars of the original movie version of **MASH**. Remember Eliot Gould?
Neither does anybody else.
Gould was Barbra Streisand’s first husband. He was big stuff in the 1960s.
In the movie, Gould comes in as the new doctor in the **MASH** unit. The other doctors ask him his name. He won’t answer them.
So the other doctors are very upset. They keep worrying about his name, the way a Jewish Mother would worry if a boy wouldn’t talk to her. Gould sits there smiling mysteriously while the other doctors are very worried about his name.
This was big stuff for the spoiled children of the 1960s. He really had those army officers who were doctors going.
I told you this was dated. Can you imagine anybody but a 60s spoiled child really believing that a group of doctors dealing in combat medicine would waste two minutes worrying about a clown who wouldn’t tell them his name?
The 60s believed it. They thought Gould was great. they thought he was Realistic. They imagined it was how they would put those silly doctors in their place.
Just Folks?
I say Michael Moore is straight out of the 60s because of his baseball-cap image. He tries to look like “one of the folks” while his only friends are the media and Hollywood elite.
Jane Fonda, the darling of the 60s, shouted that she loved Communists and was “a friend of the working class.” She never had a serious talk with a working person in her life. Real working people despised Jane Fonda, but that never caused Hollywood or the media to ask her about all that “working class” crap.
Moore has his baseball cap and is a fat, unshaven slob, which is the media’s idea of a working man. All this is straight 60s crap, and as out of date as a dinosaur.
I don’t like looking at Michael Moore because he is so damn UGLY!
Supremacy or Survival?
Posted by Bob in Race Matters on 6/18/2004
One reader asked me how I could be so optimistic about a future in which whites are a threatened minority when the Afrikaners have made no resistance at all to black violence when they lost power in and are now a whiny subject people.
Here is my reply:
To start with, we South Carolinians DID toss out the black majority backed by Federal troops under Reconstruction after we lost power in the Civil War.
We South Carolinians did not follow our leaders like lambs to the slaughter. Afrikaners VOTED to turn their country over to the blacks! I was there, warning them. They are followers. Their Calvinist Leaders told them to give in, so they did. Now their Calvinist Leaders are getting Nobel Prizes, Board of Directors jobs, and getting the hell out of South Africa. Their followers are getting what all blind followers get in the end.
Preachers and politicians will always sell you out the minute they smell a profit in it.
Afrikaners now see themselves as Damsels in Distress, pure as the driven snow types who trusted in promises and were betrayed.
You can either learn from this that All Is Lost, or you can learn that we must dump our trust in leaders right now.
And, to be frank, they sound a lot like you, “Oh, God, it’s all HOPELESS! You can’t prove to me there’s any hope. All us tough, practical types can do is surrender!”
For me, the Boers (even the ones who live in Johannesburg call themselves that) present white optimists like me the same problem that the Chernobyl disaster did for the American nuclear power industry. It is simply not the same thing, but that is very hard to explain.
I am optimistic about the prospects of white racists becoming spokesmen for white people in America. That is because, in the next generation, non-whites leaders are going to become more and more restive in their role as Tonto to the liberal Lone Ranger, the faithful nonwhite companions of Kennedy and Company.
As long as non-whites are just automatic votes for Democrats, no one will pay them much attention except dumbass conservatives who think they can “appeal” to minorities.
So in a generation we will have accepted the idea that the rules are made by Hispanic spokesmen, Oriental spokesmen, and spokesmen for the relatively diminishing black minority. In that reality, there will be no place for “non-racial” spokesmen, whether they call themselves conservatives or liberals or vegetarians.
We will be forced to think racially. Mixed populations will be out in the cold. White enclaves will be white RACIST enclaves.
If you are after white supremacy, this outlook is awful. If you want white survival, this outlook is excellent.
A True Aristocrat
I wrote this in the “science” newsgroup in Stormfront.org, a white racist web location:
A True Aristocrat
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I am sure that everyone in this science newsgroup is familiar with Louis Andrews and his website, “Stalking the Wild Taboo.”
http://www.lrainc.com/swtaboo/swt_lra.html
There is nothing Louis Andrews does not know about biology and psychology that relates to race. The information on his website is vast and exhaustive, and if you need to know anything that can be of benefit to the white race, you can e-mail him personally. I am proud to say I have been working with Louis for decades.
But there is something else about Louis which makes me proud and that he never mentions. Louis is a true aristocrat, the kind of aristocrat who is respected by South Carolinians like me. He is the kind of man I would follow up any hill into any battle.
I told my brother once that Louis Andrews is a direct descendant of the Rutledge who was made Dictator of South Carolina after the British took Charleston in 1780. His family has been at the top of the Charleston aristocracy from the first.
My brother replied that that impressed him, but the fact that Louis never told anybody that impressed him even more.
Louis Rutledge Andrews could have sold out to the left and profited from it enormously. He did just the opposite, as so many of real Charleston Battery aristocrats have done. They don’t get mentioned anywhere.
Our folks are so busy whining and crying about betrayals that they don’t have time to notice the ones who do NOT betray us, because they are not mentioned in the media.
That is the strategy the leftist media depend on, and the whiners on our side are their best allies.
In his book, “Who Killed Society,” the leftist Cleveland Amory (from New York) declared that the only aristocracy left in America is that of the Charleston Battery.
The only Charleston Battery aristocrats anyone hears about are the ones who go over to the liberals, like so many whites with something to sell do.
But Louis is in there, fighting for us.
Other South Carolinians make jokes about Charleston:
“How many Charlestonians does it take to change a light bulb?”
“It takes three, one to screw it in and two to talk about how great the OLD light bulb was.”
But we South Carolinians are proud of our Battery aristocracy and we will follow them because, through it all, they have stood by our people, our race, the South, and liberal favor be damned.
I have bragged that, in fifty years of reading about people’s Confederate ancestors, I have concluded that my forefathers were the only PRIVATES in the entire Southern armed forces.
I would rather be a private following a Louis Andrews into battle than a general in any other army.
Bob Whitaker of WhitakerOnline.org
Defiance
Posted by Bob in Musings about Life on 6/17/2004
I wrote this in Stormfront.org, a racialist group:
Swastikas are a sign of desperation and frustration and defiance. I don’t believe that one single member of Stormfront is a serious Nazi. If he is, spending a little time in a totalitarian state, as I have done, would cure him fast.
But when I was young and the Glorious Union was sending troops into Little Rock and Mississippi to enforce integration, I had swastikas all over the place:
“Damn you, if only Nazis will fight you, them I’m a Nazi!”
I understand that, I just wish our folks wouldn’t do it.
Bob Whitaker of WhitakerOnline.org
A Little Levity
Posted by Bob in How Things Work, Politics on 6/16/2004
When I hit age 40 in 1982, two men, separately, sat me down and gave me advice.
One was my doctor brother, the other was my friend, the Republican Chief Counsel for Republicans on a House Committee my boss sat on.
How many men turning 40 do you know who older men would sit down with and give advice to on their fortieth birthday?
They did it because they knew I would LISTEN.
The House Counsel said to me, “Bob, you are a fighter, and I admire that. But remember, everybody understands and sympathizes with an Angry Young Man, but nobody has any respect for an Angry Middle Aged Man.”
I modified my behavior accordingly.
Andrew Young was one of the up-and-coming Angry Young Black Men of the 1960s. But he never got beyond a seat in the Georgia House of Representatives. His hair is white, his face is lined, and he is STILL The Angry Young Black Man.
Charlie Rangel is just as radical as Young, but he laughs all the time. Young’s face would crack if he smiled. He is always Outraged. And he is going nowhere.
Rangel is moving from black spokesman to national leadership in the Democratic Party. Democrats want him to stay back. Liberals love black folks, but they want them to stay in their place.
Al Sharpton is as radical as you can get. But he laughs and jokes between his bursts of anger and calls to revolution.
Whites are exactly the same way. Nobody has any use for the white haired old men who still think they’re Hippies and Yippies from the 1960s.
If you’re going to get ahead, you damned well learn to laugh as well as show your righteous resentment.
A Loaded Weapon
Posted by Bob in How Things Work on 6/16/2004
Let me tell you a little secret about how you learn things. You can formulate the best question in the world for an expert, and you get a canned answer. He is diplomatic about it. He won’t tell you that you are just wrong and why you are not only wrong, you are being asinine and he has heard that crap a thousand times.
But if you make a flat statement which is totally undiplomatic and kicks him in the teeth, he unloads on you, he tells you everything you want to hear. He drops all the facts on you, he tells you you are just plain wrong. He tries to make a fool of you.
I am a professional village idiot. I get embarrassed a LOT. But I get everything the experts have to offer, and I get it fast, and I get it blunt. And when I have to face a hostile audience and I have to be able to make flat statements, I am a weapon loaded by experts.
That takes the kind of moral courage most people simply do not have.
Who Wants the Money?
Posted by Bob in How Things Work, Politics on 6/16/2004
A black reader wrote me bitching about special subsidies and tax breaks for big corporations.
This was my reply:
Here is the entire story of hard, cold politics, from one who has been on the “giving” end of government money:
1) Big corporations have full-time lobbies and work politics and give money in the right places.
2) The average person just gets bored when we try to get them to defend their interests.
And until that changes, the guys who are in there after the money will get it, and the public will get screwed.
Politics ain’t charity, it’s a life and death battle.
It’s exactly like blacks. As long as they depend on Massah Kennedy and Massah Bill Clinton to take care of them, they will be ignored.
Politics is as real as you get. If you take bullshit and frantic denunciations of the Confederate flag, the real world will give you that instead of real money and real power every time.
The same rules holds when it comes to the public versus big business or big liberal lobbies.
As long as the biggest thing on your mind is whether a politician remembers your name or has a nice image, that is all you will get.
“Democracy is a system of government where people get what they deserve.”
Evil Then and Now
The only similarity between me and Jesus Christ is that I will probably end up getting lynched too.
But I try to be good Christian, and one reason I think I am succeeding is because I am the exact opposite of professional preachers.
I don’t think there is anybody anymore who thinks liberal professional preachers regard their religious pretense as anything more than a useful pose for pushing their political agenda.
But a lot of people think professional conservative preachers actually believe what they say.
When conservative preachers find something their congregations want to believe, or when they need to say something to pacify liberals, they drag a quote out of the Old Testament to back up whatever they need to say.
If a conservative preacher is desperate enough, he will even quote Jesus, though they hate to do that and almost never do.
My situation is entirely different. I will work something out, boil my belief down to its essence, and then suddenly remember that Jesus said the same thing better two thousand years ago.
For example, I denounce the professors, who are almost universally evil people.
And yes, Virginia, I DO know the difference between “evil” and “honestly mistaken.” I meant evil.
Then I realize that Jesus said the same thing, but better, about the Learned Doctors of His own time, the priests and scribes and Pharisees. They were almost all evil men. I meant evil, and Jesus called them that.
Color Things Up!
Posted by Bob in Musings about Life on 6/15/2004
I often compliment large black women on the bright colors they are wearing.
This makes them feel good, which is gives me pleasure, but that is not why I do it. I am constitutionally incapable of lying to someone to make them feel good.
Well-chosen bright colors look great against a background of very, very dark and especially black skin. The women I compliment have carefully chosen the bright color best suited for them and others to enjoy.
I appreciate that, and I say so.
Yuppies and Women’s Libbers would consider those bright colors large black women wear as a sign that those women are “veddy, veddy lower clahss” or ” violating of the Dignity of Black Women” or whatever the latest bitch is that they got from the Yuppie Independent Thought Factory this week.
So where bright colors are most needed, they are absent.
Working in an office is boring enough. Some bright colors would help a LOT there. But women there wear the uniform prescribed by the Yuppie Independent Thought Factory. They all wear the same dark, severely cut business outfits that make them look like monks doing penance.
Free Speech?
Posted by Bob in Law and Order, Political Correctness on 6/15/2004
In the Crown versus Joseph Pierce, 1986, a British court sentenced Pierce to a year in prison for “inciting racial violence.” The court admitted what Pierce said was true, and that it was the blacks who reacted by committing violence.
But, said the court, Pierce was to blame because:
“The truth is no excuse.”
The whole point of free speech is to let people speak unpleasant truths. If you punish people for that, free speech is a joke.
Don’t Worry… Be Happy!
Posted by Bob in Race Matters on 6/15/2004
There are blacks who wake up in the middle of the night worrying that somebody somewhere is using the N word and that a lot of whites don’t want them to marry their daughters.
Those people need help, but it isn’t political help they need.
Maybe Prozac and a nice rest home would do them good.
Man’s Best Friend
In the June 13 Blog I mentioned the fact that I got a lot of satisfaction out of buying that fan for the workers at Krystals. As usual with me, I got a good laugh out of it too.
I just walked in with the fan still in the case and handed that and the receipt to the lady there, told her about it, and walked out. One young guy there, sweating and SO grateful he would be getting cool again, said the first thing that entered his mind. He said, “You are man’s best friend!”
I grinned as I walked to my car. It sounds like the sort of thing I would accidentally say when trying to be nice in a hurry.
I hope he knew I had a sense of humor and laughed at it too instead of being embarrassed when he realized what he had said..
He had just called me a dog.
A Good Samaritan
While I was in Pigeon Forge in the last stages of exhaustion, I went into a Krystals. Krystals is a fast-food place whose specialty is a tiny delicious little hamburger that I haven’t had in years, so I went in to get a couple.
The air conditioning was broken, and I felt a blast of heat from behind the counter where the cooking took place. The staff was staggering around red-faced and sweating.
I asked them why they didn’t have a fan and they said the company bureaucracy just wasn’t getting around to getting them one while the AC was off, though they had begged them to.
Ole Bob worked in a brick plant and played football in the South Carolina heat. I HATE the idea of people having to work hot.
I went straight to the store, bought them a sizable fan, came back and gave it to an older, responsible-looking lady working there with the receipt that had the store’s name on it in case it didn’t work, and left.
They were SO grateful, and I knew exactly how they felt, because I have worked in the heat myself.
I drove off feeling GREAT. I have never gotten so much joy out of spending $35 plus tax in my life.
One thing I have never heard mentioned is that inconsiderate people, people who don’t “Do unto others as you have them do unto you,” miss some of the greatest joys in life.
An Old Pro
Like anybody else, my favorite subject is me. But unlike most people, my favorite subject of HUMOR is also me.
I do silly things that I laugh about over and over. It may be that I am such a genius that I pull a lot of dumb tricks because my mind is always on Higher Things. Or it could be I’m just stupid.
I prefer the Genius Explanation.
There is a lovely young lady in the apartment building here with whom I have had short talks for a couple of years as we walk by each other or wait for the elevator. She is smart and obviously the sort of high-strung, go-getter type of young person I would like to sit down and talk with.
I would like to know who she is.
The fact that she is beautiful and sexy doesn’t hurt a bit.
I’m old but I ain’t DEAD!
I finally got up the courage to ask if she could carve time out of her busy day to have lunch with me.
Her first response was that she was seeing somebody. OF COURSE she has a boyfriend. I would be ashamed of the young men of the State of South Carolina if she didn’t.
My response was perfectly honest: “You think your boyfriend would be jealous of ME?”
So she agreed to have lunch with me, but I had exhausted my reserves of courage and my arms were full of groceries, so when she got off the elevator, I hadn’t gotten her number. But she made it clear that, now that she knew I just wanted to have a talk, she really wanted to do so too. I am an interesting person.
As she got off the elevator on her floor, she said, “You haven’t told me where you are.”
So I sort of shouted out my apartment number and telephone number. I think it was my sister’s number, since it was the first one that came to mind.
Romeo I ain’t.
I had gotten her to agree to have lunch and reassured her I wasn’t trying to take her away from her boyfriend, but I hadn’t gotten her number.
So I decided on a way to rectify that last error.
I would go down at 8am and sit in front of the door she and everybody else comes out of when they are going to work. I would wait until she came out, call her over, and reassure her that I wasn’t stalking her by saying that I was doing the old Capitol Hill trick of sitting in the lobby waiting for the congressman to come out. I would then point out, which was true, that she had made an old man’s day by saying her boyfriend might be jealous of me.
I would then give her my card and ask for her telephone number to arrange lunch.
In other words I would just be the Old Capitol Hill pro at work.
OK. You have better tactics, but pretty girls scare the hell out of me and this is not my specialty. If nothing else, she’d feel sorry for me.
So I felt I was really being Shrewd. I went down, sat there with a book to read, and watched the folks come out as I waited. It got to eight thirty and almost nobody had come out. About a quarter to nine, it finally occurred to me it was Sunday.
The old, cool, Capitol Hill pro had been sitting in the lobby on SUNDAY!
I laughed and sniggered at me. I am really funny, especially when I try to be Shrewd.
So I went on back to my apartment, checking my mail on the way.
There wasn’t any.
CofCC Convention
Free at last, free at last, thank God Almighty, I’m free at last! I just attended my third convention in three or four weeks, the Council of Conservative Citizens in Pigeon Forge, Tennessee. After a lifetime of setting up and attending conventions, I hope this was my last one.
They’re still convening. I got there for the first speech, then I went out into the hall and met the attendees, those who were not officials or speakers. God, they will never know how I admire them!
How do they work, raise families, stay active locally in a cause that is dangerous to be in, and then drive hundreds of miles just to listen?
The leaders who knew who I was charged by me and nodded and told me how busy, busy, busy they were. The only person who went up to my room and sat and talked with me was San Francis, my old colleague from Capitol Hill in the 1970s. Like all the people I stayed in touch with and kept working with, he is hard core. He had a very nice and lucrative job with the Washington Times but he just wouldn’t stop telling the truth about race issues, so they fired him
Sam was standing there, meeting people and being available for an emergency, which is what any old pro at a convention does. He talked to me a long time because we have a lot to talk about, but he did it for another reason: He would rather die than run by Bob Whitaker at a convention and tell me he was busy, busy, busy.
Sam and I have organized more conventions than either of us care to remember, and if you run by an old pro and say how busy, busy, busy you are, you might as well have the word “AMATEUR” tattooed on your forehead.
The National Alliance crowd came in and huddled together talking to each other. Jared Taylor, whom I admire greatly – he tears them to pieces when they let him on talk shows — charged by.
I went to lunch alone. I went to supper alone. Then I figured I could do that at home, so I came on back.
I don’t think any other human being has ever been so happy to be snubbed. I had traveled to New York on Amtrak for the three-day-long Talkers Magazine New Media Convention, and, with delays, spent almost two days on the train. Immediately I had to prepare for the David Duke get-together in New Orleans. I wrote and rewrote my speech several times, and then deliver one off the cuff that was very different from the written one. Dave was pressed for time, and I was the only speaker who did not use more than his allotted time. I had half an hour and finished in eleven minutes.
My Methodist circuit rider grandfather used to say, “If you can’t say it in fifteen minutes, you don’t know what you are talking about.”
I came back from New Orleans with what I thought was a bad cold. Then I thought it was flu. Then it really got serious. A nurse told me it was serious, they didn’t know what it was, but it had been going around where she was –God knows where she was calling from – and I needed to call my doctor brother immediately and get antibiotics for it.
Both cold and flu are viruses, and you don’t use antibiotics on a virus. My brother prescribed an antibiotic, and I was finally fighting it off when I learned from Charles Lindbergh that they were holding a C of CC convention starting two days later at Pigeon Forge. C of C is a group I admire, so I decided to drive up. The fact I was going up helped them because it was advertised on Stormfront in promoting the convention, so the drive was worthwhile for me.
But I was TIRED! I am ecstatic to be home. If I got snubbed some and left, I couldn’t be happier about it.
God bless the CofCC. If I had my fondest wish, there would be a hundred groups like the Council of Conservative Citizens and I would consider it an honor to be snubbed by every one of them. They are fighting to save my race, and I am at their service.
Reporters, Refugess, and the Sun
This really happened.
One thing we always used to do when we went to Myrtle Beach was get up early and go out and watch the sun rise over the ocean. It’s beautiful!
A bunch of my crowd went out to California. During their time there they spent some days at the beach. So as part of their beach ritual they got up early and sat on the beach waiting for the sunrise over the ocean.
On the WEST coast!
The finally realized that the sun was coming up behind them and had a good laugh at themselves.
No harm done.
Now let me tell you about a similar incident. Nobody else who watches the news has a memory, and this happened a couple of years ago as a lead story in international news, so I am the only person who remembers it.
When the latest Iraq War was about to start, networks spent huge amounts of money stationing reporters on the borders of Iraq to interview all the refugees who would be pouring out of Iraq. After all, there are always huge streams of refugees in war, right? That is as routine and predictable as the sun rising over the ocean, right?
So the invasion began and a large part of the reporters sat there on the borders away from the invasion forces and waited for refugees, exactly the same way my crowd waited for the sun to rise over the ocean in California.
Just like my crowd waiting for the sun to rise over the West Coast beach, those reporters waited and waited and waited.
No refugees.
My crowd in California had the same problem, but there is one gigantic difference between them and those dumbass reporters. My crowd figured out what they were doing wrong and laughed at themselves. The reporters never figured it out.
So let me explain the situation here:
The sun comes up over the ocean on the Atlantic side, but it never rises over the ocean on Pacific side.
There are refugees in every war those reporters have covered, but they NEVER run away from Americans.
During the Vietnam War, the press was on the side of the Communists. So they always talked about the poor Vietnamese who were forced to become refugees. But they never even noticed that none of those refugees ever ran away from Americans to find nice, safe Communist territory. It was all America’s fault there were refugees, so nobody mentioned which way those refugees were going.
The media never even NOTICED which way the refugees were going.
So there they sat on the Iraqi border for weeks waiting for the flood of refugees running away from the American invaders.
And those idiots STILL haven’t figured out what happened.
One Extreme or the Other
Posted by Bob in How Things Work on 6/7/2004
I know too damned much to hate anybody. I would cheerfully execute a Ted Bundy with my own hands. But I couldn’t hate him, any more than I could hate a mad dog.
People say they feel sorry for somebody who is “consumed by hate.” I don’t. The people you should feel sorry for is somebody like me who has spent his whole life trying to tell sane people, “Don’t be a damned FOOL!”
Jews don’t need to do this. If you are good hater, you would just believe that Jews have Satan’s Curse and are Naturally Evil.
No problem.
Man, that hate stuff is so much easier than being like me, watching an intelligent human being who simply refuses to be sane. These are people I would love to talk with, but they have chosen to destroy my race in a completely matter-of-fact way.
I seem to have spent half my life trying to explain that Jews are just people, for God’s sake. Jerry Falwell makes them semi-gods. Anti-Semites make them devils. Jerry Falwell is just as dangerous as any anti-Semite, because if you make anybody an angel, you are going to make devils of them when they disappoint you.
That is EXACTLY what happened to Martin Luther. That is why he ended up a raving anti-Semite.
Meanwhile, back on Planet Earth, Jews are just a group of people who are doing something evil and stupid. That’s my problem.
I think Jews have been horribly spoiled since World War II because of Hitler. You can’t say anything about them that is not wild praise. In other words, in the post-WWII era they have been angels. That means they will soon be seen as devils.
Henry Kissinger, an Austrian Jew who lost his family to the Nazis in Austria, summed it up. He said, “A people that has been persecuted for two thousand years is doing something WRONG!”
‘Intellectual’ Lunacy
Posted by Bob in Political Correctness on 6/7/2004
In social science discussions, you will often hear the term “counter-intuitive.”
The term “counter-intuitive” is summed up in the phrase used by every con man since the Garden of Eden:
“Things are not as they appear.”
Actually things are almost always exactly as they appear. If they were not, every animal on earth that has eyes would have lost those eyes long ago due to survival of the fittest.
By the time the Roman doctor Galen wrote up his theory of medicine in Roman times, people had long since noticed that a person who lost blood weakened and a person who lost too much blood died. The problem was that anybody could tell you that.
Galen came up with a theory about “balancing the four humors in the body.” Galen said the way to treat diseases was to drain blood out of the body. Let’s see some illiterate peasant come up with THAT!
Galen’s theory caught on big time. It became official policy taught in every university for almost two thousand years. When George Washington got pneumonia, his doctors killed him by draining over a quart of blood from his body.
Bleeding never worked, but the important thing was that it was something a peasant wouldn’t come up with. It was Intellectual, you see.
All frauds and all primitive sciences come up with “counterintuitive solutions.” Every historian readily admits that today’s social sciences are primitive, but no historian has ever applied the experience of every other primitive science to today’s history.
So social science today is one solid mass of “counter-intuitive” ideas. Just as primitive medicine bled people to cure them, modern social science says that if honest citizens are threatened by career violent criminals, you should disarm the honest citizens. The way to a better education, says the social scientist, is to bus children into the nastiest ghettoes you can find. It multicultures them. And punishment is no way to deal with crime, they tell us.
And so forth.
It’s the same old crap as medical bleeding, and it works every bit as well.
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