Archive for September 3rd, 2005
A Conscience of His Own
Posted by Bob in Coaching Session on 09/03/2005
On Stormfront a writer quoted a black writer named Levy.
He gave the first part of the article raising hell about black looters, and gave teh link to the rest.
This was my reply:
The next sentence from Levy is dynamite. He says:
“Desperation? Yeah, right. I am beginning to believe that black people, no matter where in the world they are, are cursed with a genetic predisposition to steal, murder, and create mayhem.”
I am sure that sentence will be seized on to make Levy anaziwhowantstokillsixmillionjews.
If one reads the rest of the article, you see that he is insulting black people deliberately because he is FURIOUS with them. He is furious with them because he is personally responsible for them. He can speak theoretically of white people or Orientals, but the behavior of black people is something he, and more importantly, his children, have to live with.
I know the feeling. So do you.
No matter what black people do, it is spineless white people that make YOU want to dig a grave for yourself.
Levy is black.
Levy goes on to point out that if white people WERE looting, it wouldn’t help him at all.
He wants his own people to be moral and to be decent and he has a fit when they are not. White people are no excuse.
Levy isn’t a white liberal or a respectable conservative trying to prove that black people are not as inferior as other whites might think they are.
Levy is a black man with a conscience of his own. Not a conscience compared to white people. No liberal or respectable conservative can ever understand what I am saying here.
I run into blacks like this in South Carolina a good deal.
Those very few blacks have no trouble at all with my desperation to save my race. If you say what you mean, and don’t just ventilate, you will find the most surprising allies.
I put one of this rare brand of blacks – or people in general — into my blog, and she was glad to get a copy of it:
— Fan
We have a twenty-four hour guard desk in this building. I left a copy of my book for them to read.
The black woman who is day guard read “Why Johnny Can’t Think: America’s Professor-Priesthood” from cover to cover in one shift.
Yes, she read it all right. The supervisor of the building said, jokingly, “She sure read it. I asked her what else she was doing all that time (like guarding the building).”
She knows damn well that anybody who can read my book can sit at the desk and keep watch.
Back to our main guard. She told everybody how great my book was. She said it’s funny, readable, and, above all, TRUE.
Down here in the Bible Belt we worry about whether something is true or not.
Not whether it’s FASHIONABLE or not. Whether it’s TRUE or not.
Lord, we’re out of date!
Even worse, we’re proud of it!
So my new fan looked at my book just the way I wrote it, plain English and no holds barred.
I can hear people saying, “But, Bob, you kept talking about preserving the white race. Wasn’t she offended about that?”
It never occurred to her to be offended. I’m a white man. I’m worried about the white race.
So what else is new?
If you’re from South Carolina you might as well be from Mars. Down here, if you’re black or white, natural loyalty, like common decency, is taken for granted. That is such a wild idea from the point of view of Fashionable Opinion in Washington or New York or San Francisco that they can’t even imagine it.
We don’t even notice it.
Why did she understand my book so well?
Well, people talk about Education Level and Intelligent Quotients all the time, but what they can’t measure is the Common Sense Quotient.
It is the Common Sense Quotient that today’s “education” beats out of people.
She wouldn’t say it to my face, but what really impressed my new fan was that somebody with as much education as I have could still have this much common sense and write it down clearly.
Which gives you a clear idea of what is so wrong with what we call “education.”
And that, brothers and sisters, is the whole point of my book.
Storms are STRANGE
New Orleans reminds of something I experienced.
I remember a very weird experience I had TWICE after storms had hit. One after Hugo, one much earlier after a tornado.
What really made the experience seem psyhedelic was that it happened TWICE. Believe me, I know what being on drugs is like, but I was not on anything.
What happened was that I could look out of one side of the house I was in and see the full devastation of the storm. Trees were literally uprooted, the area looked like the classic after-storm scene.
Then I would talk to the other side of the house and there was not a sign of the slightest disturbance. Not a blade of grass had been twisted. Cars were parked where they had been, and were not even wet.
I walked back and forth, looking at the two scenes, like man in a comedy who has a pouring rain on one side of his house and sunshine on the other.
Storms are STRANGE.
One-Way Generosity
During the short session of watching television about the New Orleans disaster I mentioned below, I saw a black man I assumed was the mayor of the city cussing the world out about how badly things are going down there.
He was behaving exactly like the head of a third world country would behave. He was demanding money and lots of it from everybody.
Please remember these are impressions from a news story I do not want to look at. I am retired now. Really retired. I did not force myself to watch.
In that short period of watching I saw something absolutely unique.
For the first time in my lifetime, other countries were offering aid to US in a disaster.
These offers of aid were at the top of the news, but I may be the only person who noticed how totally novel they were. No one in the media ever noted before that no forieng country ever even thought about giving aid when we had a disaster, like Hurricane Huge here in South Carolina, in the United States.
When Clinton and Bush appeared jointly on ads on national television for aid to tsunami victims in Asia, it was routine. Herbert Hoover was in the Ukraine about 1920 organzing a giant and successful
American effort to get food there to deal with famines during the Russian Civil War.
Private citizens in America have always been there for emergencies around the world throughout my long memory and long before. They were NEVER there for us.
No one in the media ever mentioned that. So no one mentioned how unique these offers of aid as they were headlined. Our generations of aid to others is forgotten.
In the latest tsunami and in every other crisis in the third world, all we ever got for it was the local dictator cussing about how we weren’t doing enough or doingit fast enough.
So I was watching something you will see a lot more in the future:
A part of America that has slid into the third world is now reacting exactly like any other third world area.
And what is left ofthe first world is now pouring aid in to the part of America that is now the third world.
New Orleans was much poorer in earlier days, and coped with many a disaster. They were always grateful for any help outsiders gave and they NEVER blamed everybody ELSE for their problems.
But that was before Social Progress got there.
New Orleans: Personal
I was doing a heart test and while I waited between parts of it, I watched the TV coverage of New Orleans.
Let me say up front that I don’t LIKE disasters. I’ve seen too much horror up close to want to see it or hear about it.
It is hard to believe today, but the group that now calls itself The Greatest Generation was known for over a decade after World War II as The Silent Generation. Almost every one of them wanted to talk anything EXCEPT their time in the War.
Now I know why.
A generation later, it was hard to get them to shut up about the War. Now it is impossible. By now, it is a distant memory, and a lot of them know more about it from the documentaries than they actually remember and FEEL today.
My disasters, personal and general, are still too recent. I keep thinking I should keep up with it, but I have tuned it out.
I have sent a little money to people with the short note, “The government gives you a handout. Your friends give you a hand up.”
I’ll do anything I can. But this is not entertainment for me.
A Man With a Memory Looks at New Orleans
I have sent some money to friends and done a couple of other things.
Oddly enough, I have very little to say about what is going on out there, except concern for friends and comrades.
One rule of war is that you keep your eye on the job in front of you. If you are in the Pacific Threater or the Eastern Front, what happens in Europe or on the Western Front is vital to you. But no matter what happens there, no matter how dramatic, you cannot let it divert your attention from the job in front of you.
In early July of 1863, the news of defeat at Gettysburg and the fall of Vicksburg, which occured on July 3 and July 4 of that year, arrived in many other areas of conflict simultraneously. Preoccupation with those disasters demoralized, distracted, and killed many Confederate soldiers who were on other fronts.
I have been through a lot of disasters, and the last thing anybody needs on the scene is people frantically trying to “show their concern” by frantically trying to get information or making some other kind of push.
Let the families get the information they are desperate for.
When Hugo hit South Carolina, I was in drug and alcohol rehab, and was sponsoring addicts and alcoholics. I made some trips I had been ASKED to make.
It wasn’t wasy. The whole lowstate was under strict curfew with National Guard troops standing with automatic weapons in hand.
For some odd reason, I felt right at home.
But even civilians like me, if they were “in the program” dealing with alcohol and drugs, get the most amazing breaks from the authorities, almost in the same way a doctor does.
Also, when I was with the Reagan Administration, one of my areas of responsibility in certain areas was the Federal Emergency Management Agency (FEMA) and that gave me some contacts and some
special trust.
Hugo was after Reagan, but I still had the contacts.
I could even have said, “I’m from the government and I’m here to help you.” If I HAD said that, one of the soldiers would probably have shot me.
Back to the present crisis. In the case of New Orleans, the question is not how desperate you are at this moment. The question is will you remember people down there NEXT week, when something else is in the headlines?
I’ll call people if and when the ways are clear and people with something real to do won’t stumble over me.
And I’ll remember them next week.
9/3/05 Bob’s WOL Articles
Posted by Bob in WOL Weekly Articles on 09/03/2005
I Am Taking A Year Off, Starting Now
In The Meantime…
I Am Taking A Year Off, Starting Now
Starting now, no ifs, ands, or buts.
I am not dying, at least physically. I had always thought that was the only thing that would take me out of action for so long.
I remember a line from one of the Godfather movies that went something like, “He’s been dying of the same heart condition for thirty years. He’ll be here forever.”
In terms of what really matters to me, the fact that I am not dying has a downside. There is something about the smell of embalming fluid that makes people take a short break from chattering about Nixon or Bush or Coolidge and actually look at what a man said as he worked his heart out to try to get ideas across.
After over half a century in this fight, when I speak of the dead, I have very specific people in mind.
They were people I worked with and whom I loved. It is a constant source of anger to me that they got all those flowers and flowery tributes after they died.
They would have much preferred a tenth of that flower money as support for what they were doing, a tenth of that attention when they needed it, a tenth of the effort on their book sales THEN.
In a wild and hilarious science fiction comedy called A Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, one of the characters could not be reached because, “He’s taking a year off dead for tax purposes.”
Well, I am taking a year off dead for urgent health purposes. Maybe that smell of embalming fluid will make me great for twelve months.
In any case, I definitely do not have a choice.
The world will be here a year from now. I have been fighting for fifty-one years, and every one of those years were wasted by the “It’s now or never” crowd who should have been helping me lay the groundwork for the future.
I remember one woman who genuinely believed that if the Catholic Kennedy beat Nixon there would never be another election.
She said, “Forget everything but winning THIS election.” She never planned for anything but the political equivalent of Judgement Day.
Bless her heart, she did much more harm than good for our cause.
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In The Meantime…
Sometimes the best thing a writer can do is shut up and let those who are interested actually absorb his ideas.
WhitakerOnline has come out every week for exactly seven years.
We have scarcely missed a week in all that time, so there’s plenty there.
The WhitakerOnline archives are longer than the New Testament or the Koran, though it hasn’t caught up with the Old Testament or the Talmud.
WhitakerOnline Article Archive
My broadcast archive consist of only a few programs, but I hit the very important points first.
If you think I am worth listening to, then the programs there are worth hearing at least twice. They represent my major concepts.
My blog archive is there, but the blog itself may lose its liveliness for the year.
We have about sold out the first edition of my book, Why Johnny Can’t Think: America’s Professor-Priesthood. It will still be available from READBOB.COM until they are sold out.
The ideas in it are planted.
But, a plea on behalf of the book’s message:
Please, please, PLEASE never say, “Whitaker says Political Correctness is LIKE a religion.”
Please do not say, “Political Correctness is a religion, ***OR*** at least a rigid belief system.”
I wrote until my fingers were blue, over and over:
“Political Correctness IS a religion.”
I proved it and showed you why it is so important that Political Correctness IS a religion.
This is absolutely critical to the whole message of my book. To say PC is LIKE a religion is worse than saying nothing at all.
Auf wieder sehen, “until we meet again.”
9/3/05 Insider Letter
Posted by Bob in Insider Letter Archive on 09/03/2005
(Reprinted to Blog from email list of 9/3/05)
*** Bob’s Insider’s Message ***
Je Ne Se Quois
I probably didn’t spell it right, and I couldn’t care less.
I learned Spanish and German and other languages, but never French. They take their little language too seriously. Also, my Austrian wife wouldn’t let me use any French. She said she couldn’t stand hearing a MAN speak French.
Anyhow, Anyhow, Je ne se quois means nothing but, “I don’t know what.” If I say “you have a certain I don’t know what,” you would wait for me to figure out something to actually say. But if someone says, “You have a certain je ne se quois,” a Yuppie or an Intellectual will think you are Magnifique!
Magnifique is French for what the black guys call,”A Bad Dude.” If the subject is female, the black guys say something I can’t repeat here.
Je ne se quois drives ’em wild up in the circles where a Modern Artist can crack a toilet seat and sell it for a million dollars. But if they picture an ugly, swarthy Frenchman wearing lipstick and rouge saying je ne se quois with his lips stuck out so far they drip a bit, the intellectuals and yuppies pass out with pure admiration.
Most actual Americans — not Yuppies or “intellectuals” — never realize HOW American they are until they live in Europe for the first time. I was eighteen years old, not only living in Europe for the first time, but a teenager.
Nasty but true things about America really bothered me.
I was working for a businessman who, in addition to having a doctorate in engineering, regularly dictated letters in English, Italian, French, and, of course, German. When I wasn’t in a kiln shifting brick or traveling with him on business, I would be doing some German to English translation with him. He spoke excellent English, but it is always better to have a native speaker translate INTO his own language.
Once he asked me an innocent question that really embarrassed me. He showed me some pages from an American book where there was a lengthy quote in French. He asked, me, “Wouldn’t it have been better if he had written this whole section in French?”
Yes, it would have, but to explain this to him I had to reveal what morons New York writers are, and he thought New York was America.
The reason the writer didn’t write it in French was because he couldn’t write in French. Correct writing is MUCH harder than speaking. And if you use the wrong grammar, a Frenchman will have a stroke. All the other sophisticates will laugh at you.
Even if the writer COULD write in French, as William Buckley and all his sycophants keep reminding us that he can, the readers couldn’t read that much French.
So what the writer is doing is showing how sophisticated he is and letting the people who are “sophisticated” enough to decipher a little French know how sophisticated THEY are. This is a little hard for an eighteen-year-old to explain to a man to whom foreign languages are as much a tool of the trade as knowing the proper temperature at which clay should be dried before firing.
He was, of course, a little incredulous. He could not believe that grown men did this sort of thing.
He didn’t know the half of it.
I hope he never saw that cracked toilet seat.
Auf wieder sehen, “Until we meet again.”
Bob
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First Reply to Rocko
Posted by Bob in Comment Responses on 09/03/2005
I was beginning to get that awful feeling that I was talking to myself, then Rocko came to the rescue with a comment on *******Blog Book below.
I will have more to say, but let me put his comment and my first reply in at once:
ROCKO:
Bob,
You certainly know how to retire! I’m afraid to even take a peek at the “long blog”!
Methinks thou protesteth too much. Usually you can make a point in short order. Not on this one.
I think you have reversed cause and effect in trying to describe 4th Century Christianity. People are susceptible to “wordisms”, which is why we get them all the time. Ruling elites can take on the form of something and twist it to the same old ends. That is what happened with Christianity in the 4th century.
But our “Odinist” ancestors who just wanted knowledge took to Christianity quite readily. Maybe they found in it something that appealed to their desire to know. Christendom also fostered science and technology, it didn’t thwart it. The real story behind Galileo is not as simple as the simpletons in the Universities present it. Yes, priesthoods grow up and corrupt the very institutions they are put in charge of. That IS the story of the Bible. Jesus overthrew the corrupt priesthood of his day, not physically, but by his authority, because he cut through the BS, referred to as “traditions of the elders”.
Leftism has denied the very foundation of Christian teaching, that one’s words MUST match one’s deeds. If what one is doing contradicts what one is saying (as in your yuppie example), then it is obvious that one doesn’t know what one is talking about, and is not worth listening to. The book of James refers to it as double-mindedness.
Likewise, one builds on a solid foundation in order to be able to withstand and even thrive in the constant changing of life. That is what the sea hitting the houses in the parable represents. I think you’ve missed some basic points somewhere.
ME:
Rocko, I will write a blog entry dealing with your comment.
But let me say up front that I agree with your general point. In fact, if you look at what I have said over and over here, you are making much the same points I have made.
The missionaries who spread Christianity to our Odinist ancestors did not drag the whole seven hundred thousand words of the Old Testament with them on scrolls. It would have sunk their boat.
What they brought was the Gospel of Jesus Christ. Our ancestors had no way of knowing that that huge rotting Middle Eastern crap came with it.
They had no way of knowing that for a thousand years their people would be drained of sustenance by the Medieval Papacy. In fact, everything they heard in the Gospel of Jesus Christ was precisely the opposite.
Wordism came after the Gospel. Our Odinist forefathers did not convert to the perversion that goes under the name of any church today.
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