Archive for October, 2004
My Religion is Christian or I Don’t Have One
It bothers some of my non-religious readers that I call myself a Christian.
In actual fact, I have very little faith. Most people don’t. If that were not the case, Jesus would not have talked about faith the size of a mustard seed.
But if you ask me my religious faith, such as it is, it is Christian. If it is not wholly Christian, it is nothing.
My religious conviction is summed up by the great Christian writer, C.S. Lewis:
“Either Jesus is God, or He was a madman.”
Oh, Boy, the Comments are Coming In!
I am having a ball reading the comments. I am here to make you think, and I want to hear WHAT I make you think.
I read every comment half a dozen times.
Unpleasant People Lead Unpleasant Lives
The difference between living in a monastery and living in a prison is not the food or the freedom. It is the company.
Most of the real misery in a prison is what the inmates do to each other.
Many years ago in a restaurant I was very upset by how sullen and rude the waitress was. The guy with me said something very illuminating:
“Just remember,” he said, “That attitude will keep her in a low-pay dead end job for the rest of her life.”
There is a famous picture of the passengers on a New York subway in the 1950s. What comes through is the misery and hopelssness written on every face, from the well-dressed businessman to the shabby folk. New York was proud to be the rudest city on earth and New Yorkers were known to be pushy and insulting.
The results showed on their faces.
I was insulted by a man I knew who didn’t return my greeting. It turned out that his son had been killed in an accident a few days before.
Maybe 99% of the people who are rude to you are just being nasty. But I would rather forego being nasty back to them if 1% are like the man whose son had been killed recently.
And the nasty people usually end up leading pretty nasty lives.
White Pride March
Posted by Bob in General, Race Matters on 10/18/2004
I was in Pulsaski, Tennessee and marched in the White Pride March.
It is largely a Klan march, though there are no robes. But what matters to me is that its theme is White Pride, and it featured flags from white countries.
I am proud to be white.
Naturally all the professional right-wingers screamed bloody murder against it.
How dare I march with the Klan?
Because that’s the only White Pride March there is.
If any conservative ever has the cajones to march for White Pride, I’ll be right there.
Weekly Insider Letter
Posted by Bob in Insider Letter Archive on 10/18/2004
Please look at my blog entry, “Practicing at the Bar” for September 16 at http://whyjohnny.com/blog/index.php?p=110
It explains how Political Correctness was alive and well in 1957 on every campus in every state in the United States, including the Deep South. I was there and it was used against me regularly.
So the next time anyone complains about the number of young people who are leftists, remind them that they are paying, right now, for factories that produce liberals.
Leftist votes are pouring across our borders right now. Liberal votes are pouring out of our universities right now.
So what is everybody on the right talking about?
Iraq, of course.
I was around when Korea was all the news. I was around when Vietnam was all the news. Now Iraq is all the news.
Throughout all those years I kept pointing at the growing immigration problem and the university liberal factories.
I feel like a scout who has seen fifty divisions of enemy troops moving up on our rear and taking over our territory while the generals in charge keep watching a skirmish with one division up front.
I have been doing this for decades. We keep staring at some skirmish like Korea or Vietnam far away while our homeland is being steadily taken over.
I have two answers to these two problems. It is too late to panic about our open borders. I have a whole strategy for the future which will allow us to survive and thrive after this disaster plays out.
I write about dealing with this problem regularly in WhitakerOnline.org
I have found millions of potential allies among young people who are sick and tired of the sheer crushing financial burden those liberal seminaries we call universities have dropped on them. For this front I wrote Why Johnny Can’t Think: America’s Professor-Priesthood which you can find at:
If a few of you can get your attention off of Iraq or the Jewish Conspiracy or how immoral Clinton is or what a liar Bush is, we can fight the real war for a change.
Bless their hearts, our troops are off fighting in Iraq and I wish them well. But while they are doing that somebody has to do what they are SUPPOSED to be doing:
Protecting America.
Another Whitaker Talent
Posted by Bob in Musings about Life on 10/15/2004
I am presently visting my book team head. He has a number of goats and he had several slaughtered.
But the slaughterer who does the work and buys the meat is prohibited by Federal regulation from disposing of the rest of the animal. It’s supposed to have something to do with Mad Cow Disease. So we had to go collect the hair, skin, bones and so forth and drive them back to my book team captain’s house and bury them.
The rest of several goats is very heavy, so my book team captain called on my ability to help handle heavy weights and move them. I thought I came up here to be the Idolized Author and Intellectual Leader.
I ended up helping him bury a goat.
And not even the best parts of the goat.
Competitive Macho
Posted by Bob in Musings about Life on 10/13/2004
If there is one thing I am sick of after a lifetime of dealing with the World War II generation, it’s Competitive Macho. You know, the old “Nobody Knows the Trouble I’ve Seen” bit.
So when it came to robbing future generations with endless veteran’s benefits and hikes in Social Security, the group that calls itself The Greatest Generation would say, “I came up in the Depression and I wuz in Wuhld Waw TOO. You OWE me!”
And anyone who had a problem and tried to share it got the reply, “I came up in the Depression and I wuz in Wuhld Waw TOO. You don’t know what Suffering is.”
Ah, the old “You don’t know what Suffering is!” line. Jews and The Greatest Generation sang it in a duet, all day every day.
So if you ever feel like telling anybody “That’s nothing. Let me tell you what having it rough really is,” the guy who drops a ray of ice down the back of your shirt will be me.
That’s as far as I can go legally.
Reply to RH Smith
When I wrote the column below, “I Love Comments,” RH Smith wrote the following comment:
“Having read your material for months now the only reason I don’t comment much it that it’s like you’re already reading my mind.”
I replied:
RH Smith, you just read MY mind!
I have said before that what I want a reader of WhitakerOnline to say to himself is, “So THAT’s what I was thinking!”
Things that occur to you are things that I think out and express. I am, quite literally, the voice of sanity. I am the voice of sane people whose minds did not die in college.
That is why I write this stuff. It tends to spread, because people recognize it as heresy and sanity.
If you think I am being modest, I’m not. C.S. Lewis said, “The Great Teachers do not teach new truths. They remind us of the truths we already know.”
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