A friend of mine said that my special talent was that,

“Things jump out at you that other people don’t even notice.”

That is a formula for loneliness.

I ended the article below called “Idealists” with these sentences:

“The further down the chain of ideas you go, the less you matter.”

“The farther down the chain of ideas you get, the more important you are, the more you get paid.”

“And that last sentence is the key to my whole world view.”

“That sentence, the one before last, is the one I have devoted my entire life to. ”

You could not write a formula that is more guaranteed to make you a lonely man than that.

One of the funniest lines in movie, “Analyze This” was when the Mafia boss was walking with a psychiatrist and said, “There are some guys watching us. We have to get over there behind cover.”

The psychiatrist asked him, “How do you know that?”

The Mafia boss answered, “I’m a criminal. It’s my JOB to know that.”

A lot of people are repeatedly astounded at how I predict things or how I know somebody is lying or how I know where somebody is REALLY coming from. I appreciate their marvelling at it, and REMEMBERING it.

But when they ask me how I did it, what I really want to do is sigh and say, “Where in the HELL do you think I spent the last fifty years?”

By the way, even people who have know me for decades and who REMEMBER that I was right when they and everybody else said I was talking nonsense, STILL tell me I am talking nonsense.

This, again, is a formula for loneliness.

They are living in a world in which the Real Somebodys who were always wrong before are the onoy topic of conversation.

If you have spent fifty years learning things and you are at the Calculus stage, explaining arithmetic to people, over and over, is a good thing to do as a teacher. But you are still lonely. You would like to talk Calculus with somebody besides yourself.

I worked out a formula that no race-mixer can break.

“Every respectable cosnervative has to agree that ther is this RACE problem. But this RACE problem only exists in white countries. Every respectable conservative insists on third world immigration into ALL white countries and ONLY into white countries. The Netherlands is more crowded than Japan or Taiwan, but no on insists Japan or Taiwan has this RACE problem needs to be solved by massive third world immigration and assimiliation.”

“If said that there is this RACE problem exists, and it can be solved by massive non-black immigration into ALL black countries and ONLY into black countries, it would take you about half a second to realize that what I call anti-racist is actually anti-black.”

“And you wouldn’t aska black man why he is against this. Every sane black man would be against a genocide program against blacks”

If every commentator knew he would run into THAT brick wall very time he did an interview, the whole discussion of race would change overnight.

BUT only I know how to do this. One of our public figures SORT of uses it. But he wants it to sound like he is Up With Things. So he refers to “the ethnic cleansing of the white race.”

Boy, that sounds so up-to-date, so newsy.

And OLD.

You have to make your message sound NEW, not make yourself look like somebody who is Up To Date.

When you throw in terms like “ethnic cleansing” it turns off a very important switch. It is part of hte usual debate.

I had to write several paragraphs to explain this. I have to write several paragraphs to explain EVERYTHING.

I can talk about Wordism until there is blood on my typewriter, but people are going to KEEP going back to their own forms of Wordism.

Lonely? You betcha!

I like the idea that, while all the other talks were going on, Joe had hit on the implications of “People don’t notice.”

I live on the IMPLICATIONS of things that are obvious. I have not the slightest interst in the fact that the Deputy UnderSecretary of Something Big is secretly doing something else. But everybody around me wants to talk about him, because they know that he will be fogotten next year. You have to show you know about that right now, while people still knows what you are talking about.

Everybody else has a Homeland. That Homeland is called Now.

I always took it for granted in the 1950s that the same fanatical segregationists would be fanatical integrationists tomorrow. If I have to explain how I knew that in my teens, it makes me even more lonely.

Everybody else has a Homeland called Now. I live in a cosmopolitan world of time, of which Now is only a passing phase. I am no more a citizen of 2005 than I am citizen of 1965 where the hippies live or 1944 where the Greatest Generation lives.

I do not live where thoo who start their talks with, “Modern” or “Traditional” or The Latest News
reside.

I do not read the papers to have something to talk about. I talk to me about things the newspapers cannot imagine and don’t have any reason to think about.

I live alone.