Archive for August, 2004
Fritz Hollings Speaks the Truth
Posted by Bob in Political Correctness on 08/19/2004
Outgoing Senator Fritz Hollings, with emphasis on the “outgoing,” said that America’s invasion of Iraq was for Israel. He said everybody in Washington knows that.
Well, I think every reasonably intelligent person knows he is telling the exact truth, but somebody else who was a Washington insider needs to say so.
As far as Capitol Hill is concerned, Bob Whitaker is not just “outgoing,” he is outgone, but I WAS big stuff.
I was small potatoes compared to Fritz Hollings when I as at my most powerful, and I am barely burnt out fritters by now, but Fritz is dead right, and he is also right that everybody up there knows it.
Fritz Hollings is showing some courage nobody will give him credit for.
When David Beasley sold out the Confederate flag and lost reelection for it, Harvard gave him the Hero of the Soviet Union, sorry I mean the John F. Kennedy Profiles in Courage Award for it. Then the John F. Kennedy Foundation gave him a job at Harvard until it came time to go back down to South Carolina and run for Senate.
If a one-term governor can get stuff like that for saying what the establishment wants said, what could a forty-year senator from South Carolina get for saying what Political Correctness wants said?
Fritz could have gotten three professorships, six Board of Directors jobs and nineteen honorary degrees for Incredible Courage if he had just kept his mouth shut.
Screw it, said Hollings, I am going to commit the worst heresy I can. I am going to jump on the Sacredest of the Sacred Cows, Israel Itself.
Let me repeat this: absolutely no one in Washington has the slightest doubt that what Hollings said is dead accurate. But nobody, and I mean NOBODY, has the guts to say it.
This is from an old political enemy: Thank you, Senator. I am honored that you are from my home state.
I would be deeply grateful if any reader would convey this from me to the Senator:
Earnest “Fritz” Hollings, I have been your opponent since I supported you for governor in 1958. But in the end, we are both patriots. In the end we are both devoted to the truth. We are both old fashioned South Carolinians who have this crazy urge to tell the truth.
Senator Ernest “Fritz” Hollings, I honor you.
Pursue the Objective
Posted by Bob in How Things Work on 08/18/2004
I have sat through many a military strategy session or a spy training session or an interrogator’s session where the Hero In Charge told us about how to Pursue the Objective.
Be ruthless, they say. Use emotional appeals, they say.
I have also spent my entire life trying to point out what to me is obvious. I am told that that is what makes me a genius.
I can live with being called a genius.
Someone once said, “The thing about you is that stuff leaps out at you that other people don’t notice.”
In all the sessions I had about Pursuing the Objective, it always occurred to me that the guy delivering the talk was an amateur. There are several million pros who could teach him what he was trying to say.
If you want to know what ruthless and unashamed use of emotion, subterfuge and ruthlessness are, any woman who loves somebody can teach the course. She doesn’t care what she looks like. She doesn’t care how she tricks people. She will cry, she will beg, she will blow your head off.
Colleen McCullough said once, in passing, that women have no mercy. She said that women have love, but that is a different thing. Her point was that women don’t have what a man would understand as mercy.
Yes, that is an overstatement. But there is so much truth there that it is worth repeating.
Do the work
Posted by Bob in How Things Work on 08/18/2004
I complain about people forwarding me articles about the Latest Thing in politics. But I am delighted when people send me ideas or disagreements about my writing that:
1) THEY wrote;
2) They WORKED on it.
I don’t even mind getting a forward if someone writes me an explanation of what they think I should see in it. Nobody likes to plow through a thousand words wondering what the hell this is about.
But much of my best thinking comes from e-mails from people who really thought something over that I wrote about and WORKED on a reply.
Once again, I don’t want to plow through a thousand words of whatever is on your mind at the moment in your train-of-thought mode.
Write it, rewrite it, and make it short and make it clear. That’s what I do for you. That’s what I expect you to do for me.
Caricature Jew part 2
Posted by Bob in Musings about Life on 08/17/2004
Yesterday I told you about the Caricature Jew I met in Johannesburg. That article ended with this line:
“I enjoyed the hell out of him, and I think he got a kick out of it too.”
“I am willing to bet that he is still saying to people, ‘You think Goldfarb is hard to deal with? Well, let me tell you about this American goy …'”
That makes it sound like I outbargained him.
No way. He got his money, he just felt like he had done a bad job of one deal, and The Deal is his big game in life.
But I am willing to bet he is telling cousin Irving that this American goy walked into his store and left him naked and poor. Let me tell you why he says that.
One thing Americans who are going to “exotic places” simply cannot understand is that we are exotic to them. When I see a University of California tee shirt on a Russian in Moscow, it is routine home stuff to me, but to him it is written in that funny alphabet Americans use and it is from the other side of the world.
I remember a line from a Russian novel, “I will go ANYWHERE. I will go to AMERICA if I have to!”
In Africa I was very often the first American the person I was talking to had ever met. They had heard about us, seen our movies, read our books, but here was an actual American, up front and personal.
I am not just talking about Africans in the bush. I am talking about educated city people who had been to Europe.
So I was the only American this Caricature Jew had ever met. I believe he told me that. So many people told me that I have forgotten.
Now if you meet the only Mongolian you ever saw in your life and you tell somebody about it, which would you prefer to say, “He was just like anybody else” or “You could see how Inscrutable and Oriental he was”?
The big reputation of Americans is go-getters and money-makers. I think the old gent would rather tell his cousin Irving that this American goy took him for everything he had. By now, he probably believes it.
The Caricature Jew
Posted by Bob in Musings about Life on 08/16/2004
The only Caricature Jew I ever met was in Johannesburg, South Africa.
A Caricature Jew is the one American Jews love to mimic. They sort of scrunch up to be a little old man, they take on a Yiddish accent, and say things that a Jewish stereotype would say. An American Jew will say this is his grandfather or something, but when I met their families, there was not a Caricature Jew in the bunch.
I think the Caricature Jew is just something Jews love to mimic. They heard it and from their parents and they do it. It’s fun.
But some Jews do it so well that, when I met this guy, I thought I had seen him before.
I am willing to bet that, with all the Jews I have talked to, this goy is the only one who ever actually met a real, live Caricature Jew. To start with, how many Jews still have a YIDDISH accent? Lots of American Jews have a Russian accent. Israeli Jews might have a Hebrew accent. But how many Jews today are raised with Yiddish as their native tongue?
Hollywood missed a major bet with this old gent. He was what an echte, as they say in Yiddish, the real thing. He looked and acted elderly, though it was hard to tell how old he really was. He was bent, he was thin.
We talked about Yiddish. Yiddish is basically seventeenth century German but it is written in the Hebrew alphabet. In South Africa, where I met him, Afrikaans was one of the two official languages, along with English. A lot of people there spoke only Afrikaans.
Afrikaans is seventeenth century Dutch. This man told me that his customers would often speak to him in Afrikaans and he would speak to them in Yiddish, and they understood each other very well. I tried it, and it worked. The only limitation was that my Afrikaans wasn’t all that fluent.
But I never knew before how well I could understand Yiddish!
One episode occurred that was too good to be true. I never mention it to Jews because they probably would think I was just trying to one-up them.
This was the incident: I bought a few things from this gent and we were dealing, of course, in South African Rand.
Maybe he had gotten a little too relaxed bargaining with me. At the end of our little deal, he handed me my change. Then he said, “I think I may have sold you (something, I forget what) too cheap. You should give me a few Rand back.”
He meant it. He actually tried to pick some of the Rand out of my hand! Never in my life, before or since, has anybody actually tried to take money out of my hand! Now that is what a Caricature Jew might do in one’s wildest dreams.
No, he didn’t get the money from me. But who would believe it when I say a Caricature Jew did such a caricature thing! He didn’t mind that I wouldn’t give him the money back, and I don’t think he was all that greedy.
I just think that, to him, The Deal was the big thing, the thing he lived for. One line from the Caricature Jew routine Jews will give is, “Such a DEAL! Such a deal I’m givink you as you never saw before!”
His game was The Deal, and he had landed on Boardwalk with a hotel on it.
I enjoyed the hell out of him, and I think he got a kick out of it too.
I am willing to bet that he is still saying to people, “You think Goldfarb is hard to deal with? Well, let me tell you about this American goy …”
What’s in a Name?
The German word “Schwarz” means “black.” The German word for “Negro” is “Neger.” As an adjective, “Schwarz” becomes “schwarze.” So “schwarze Neger” means “black Negro.”
VIVE LE DIFFERENCE!!!
Posted by Bob in How Things Work on 08/14/2004
The story goes this way:
A bill on equal pay for men and women was being debated in French Parliament. One of the members was making a speech in favor of it. In the course of that speech he said, “There is really very little difference between men and women.”
At this point the entire French Parliament, left and and right, stood up and shouted,
“VIVE LE DIFFERENCE!!!”
I despise liberals and respectable conservatives. I would be deeply worried about myself if they didn’t call me a racist. I would also be worried if they didn’t call me a sexist.
When I was appointed Director of an Oversight staff on Capitol Hill, my first hire was a woman who had previously held high positions as my Assistant Director. Back then none of the antidiscrimination laws Congress had applied to everybody else applied to Congress itself. A congressman could openly hire only white males to higher positions, and many did.
Nobody congratulated me on my socially progressive hiring of a woman to the number two spot. Everybody knew damned well that I was not socially progressive.
In fact, my male staff had a problem reporting to a woman as their superior.
I hired her because I needed a woman in that slot.
If you go to any successful political event, you will see the men walking around as the leadership and you will see women doing the work. This is sexism in action.
It also works.
If I want something done, I turn it over to a woman. There is nothing more realistic than a woman. Men have the attention span of a fly on LSD. Women do it.
I have heard endless legions of men say, “Women just don’t get it.”
They are perfectly right. There are many things that women just don’t “get.” That is what men are for.
Vive le difference!
When you say, “Women just don’t get it” you are complaining about the thing that justifies the existence of men in any organization.
When the Great Man makes his Great Decision, he turns it over to his female Office Manager, what amateurs call his “secretary,” to “handle the details.”
When the Great Hunter came back from the hunt with the meat, he turned it over “to the women.” When he sired a child, he left it to “the women” to make the new generation survive, which happens to be the whole point of human existence.
This is something women’s libbers just don’t get. They take the male view that what women are reduced to doing is just the details. To a real woman, raising the new generation is the point. While men think they are using her for that, a real woman thinks she is using men for that.
My Assistant Director was never satisfied until the job was done. She didn’t sit around and talk theory like the men did. She stayed with the project, as the total realist she was, and got things done.
I hired her because I am a sexist.
It worked.
“Reader” Books
Posted by Bob in Insider Letter Archive on 08/14/2004
Why Johnny Can’t Think: America’s Professor-Priesthood is not just a book, it is a campaign. I would like you on our team.
I always need people to talk it up, and I would appreciate your doing that. But I also need someone to perform another function. I need someone to STUDY the book.
I have what I call “reader” books. They are books where I can open to any page and read a few minutes. Eric Hoffer wrote books like that. Some history books are like that, especially the old ones.
I wish you would make my book a “reader” book. Keep it handy and read it when you have a few minutes to fill between tasks or when you’re waiting.
Many of my reader books eventually got warped from my reading them in the bath tub. But I remember almost everything in them. I would love to send the author my thoughts as I go along. With this project, you can do that.
Don’t make it WORK, though. If my book is not interesting that way, you can tell me how to make it a better reader book.
When I was young, I used to wander around reading Hoffer and other reader books as reader books. That’s where my real education came from. It would be wonderful if we could get a few young people to do that.
I need that. Our team needs that.
That’s what Why Johnny Can’t Think: America’s Professor-Priesthood is really for. A few young minds latching on to my book as a reader book would be armed warriors against the lies, just as I was. They will be more lifelong warriors like me.
You could help me make it that kind of book. If it isn’t a good reader book for you, tell me what I can do to make it so.
Young people and their reader books determine the future of the world.
Many of my reader books were medical history. I was already prepared for the liberal professors of our primitive social sciences when I got to college because I already knew in detail about the insanity of primitive medicine. I was not intimidated by a University Doctor talking completely destructive insanity. On the contrary, I expected it.
A few people like that would win our battles for us. That’s what I meant when I said this is more a campaign than a book. This is not intended to be just another book one agrees or disagrees with. It is a weapon people need to keep with them the way a soldier bears his arms. It is a surprise attack on every stupid liberal and respectable conservative argument.
This is a war, and a far more important war than soldiers fight. War heroes make no difference in history. Half a dozen young people who had this as their reader book could make more difference to history than any division of troops I have ever heard of.
You may find an exception or two, but the work you will have to do that will prove my point.
Make this your weapon, and tell me how to do that better. This is not just a book, this is a call to revolution. Read it, reread it.
Join my team.
Bob
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