B. U. G. S.

I have a hell of a team.

In the blog below I pointed out Kim Novak was a blue-eyed blond-headed slut, like Sonja Henie, so it was assumed that any black man, married or not, had the right to go after her.

I can make mistakes, my team can’t. So one of my team informed me that Kim Novak was a brown-eyed slut with blond hair which may have come out of a bottle. They sent a complete set of photographs to make the point.

These are pros, and nobody charges me a dime. They get the same pay I do, fighting for the cause and nothing else.

They are pros who work for me because I’m a pro.

They have to make sure I KNOW when I’m skirting the thin edge. But my job is to skirt that edge.

For example, I often use the forbidden word, “All.”

I say, “All colored countries are poor.” This is a trap, and my opponents invariably fall into that.

When there is an audience, my opponent thinks he’s got this poor old ignorant redneck bigot right where a truly sophisticated person wants him. He digs for exceptions.

And he is digging his own grave.

There is an almost all-black island in the Carribean which has almost half the per capita income of the US. It is tourist spot, essentially an America suburb. On a world scale, it is rich, not poor. They bring it up.

Kuwait, Dubai and other oil-ruch countries have a much higher per capita income of the United States. They bring that up.

They can win a point on me. They are welcome to it. In the meantime, I keep making MY point:

Without white countries to find uses for oil, to find oil, to get the oil from under the brown folks’ feet, the world is doomed to poverty and despair. Without white Americans to generate tourism and airplanes, that Carribean island would be another Haiti.

My team is very, very careful to let me know when I am not correct factually. I need to know that.

But they are also professional enough to know not to worry about it. They figure this poor old stumbling bigoted redneck has a pretty good idea of what he is doing.