Archive for October, 2006
Free Agent
Posted by Bob in Coaching Session, Comment Responses on 10/27/2006
We would do well to study the recent May Day ‘boycott’ / mass demonstrations that infested our major cities earlier this year. Someone ORGANIZED all those people. It had to have been fairly efficient and it was certainly effective from a p.r. standpoint. (Except for the initial marches with all the Mexican flags, but notice how quickly they learned the lesson and managed to distribute US flags the next time around.) I have read very little analysis of these marches in the media, although there was one study done which suggested that Spanish talk radio had a lot to do with the organizing, especially in L.A. We could learn from the enemy.
Comment by freeagent
ME:
Freeagent, Bob’s Blog is a pretty tough group, and we wouldn’t have it any other way.
Trager, a rough old warrior for the cause, came in here with a la-de-dah attitude and I hit him so hard he completely dropped out. This is what separates us from Stormfront. They are looking for numbers. We are training fighters.
So I am going to hit you pretty hard here. If you can take it, you might become a fighter. If not, you’ve always got Stormfront.
As I told Trager, you’ve got to READ the Blog before you comment on it. Mark and I just had one of those nose-to-nose exchanges we have here, and a major point Mark on which shocked me back to reality was that we are fighting a totally different battle from herding a bunch of illiterate Mexicans or blacks onto the streets.
I JUST wrote a piece entitled “What REAL Political Warfare Looks Like,” and that piece made it perfectly clear that REAL warfare for us does NOT mean a street full of Mexicans.
Stormfront loves to talk about who is behind the big news stories. But, as Don Black says, Stormfront has hit a membership peak. And membership is their big thing. This blog is far, far smaller but Stormfront has done a wonderful job and, if they don’t do some strategic rethinking, that job is over.
I hope you stay with us, freeagent. Each person on Stormfront hurts our rulers more than a hundred conservatives ever could.
Bu one person who stays and joins in and LEARNS in Bob’s Blog is more than ten thousand of the cattle we are conspiring to herd.
Mark
Posted by Bob in Bob, Coaching Session, Comment Responses on 10/27/2006
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Peter, I’m a big, mean wolf and while I’m glad as hell you use the Mantra, and while I respect you immensely, I’m beginning to feel a low guttural growl slowly wriggling upward thru my throat and my canines are showing a bit — about not getting any mention on these boards from Bob. I’m feeling a tad irrelevant and as you know, an alpha wolf doesn’t like to be ignored when he’s fought a battle for the pack. I post daily, perhaps not in as large a quantity as you do in one sitting, but mine is a slow and steady approach, like walking across the dessert all day rather than running for a few hours. I cover the same distance only slower and in my wake I leave carrion for the vultures. My fur is bristling and I’m beginning to circle the pack with my eyes wide open, my tail held out straight, and a howl lodged in my throat…
Comment by Mark
ME:
Mark, our pack cannot afford your eating any of other members.
You may, with my blessings, gorge yourself on dog meat.
I got a bit giddy from Peter’s mention in specific cases of battle. Please understand I have fought all my life ALONE and this is like a shot of co cocaine to have a little army out there fighting with me just the way I have fought alone all my life.
By the way, I sniffed cocaine a couple of times, but I didn’t INHALE.
Contrary to popular opinion, junkies make mistakes in their psychedelic states.
In my exhilaration I made the same mistake I was complaining about. Mark is fighting the battle on a broad front. He does not have the same battle stories Peter does because, like my best efforts, he doesn’t HEAR BACK from his hits.
But those are exactly the kind of hits that have made me a power nobody knows about. I planted ideas and only after years did I come to realize that the fact that my ideas showed up at a regular filter-down level in general conversation and the public media. Peter is giving your aging pack leader regular encouragement; Mark is fighting the long fight, the very fight I keep asking for.
So I ignored Mark.
Smart, Bob, SMART!
But I would not have realized this if that particular wolf had not snarled at me. Which brings me to a wholly different topic.
Mark said, dammit Bob, I want some attention to MY ideas, MY fight! He said it out loud.
The dogs don’t DO that. If anybody compliments our modern human doggies, said puppy is supposed to say, “Oh, I’m really nothing. I am not worthy of notice.”
I didn’t realize how SICK I am of that until I read Mark’s comment. I have a feeling that, if they think about it, a lot of commenters will feel this same rage we hardly ever think about because, it has become so much a part of our society.
When I give a person a compliment, I sort of expect them to APPRECIATE it, not to say, “Oh, you’re wrong. I’m embarrassed. Look at the pink blush on my face.”
Nobody has any trouble resenting it when I give them hell. But the fact that I give you hell SHOULD also make you understand that you don’t get an accolade from crusty Ole Bob unless I MEAN it. The last thing I want when I have the rare joy of telling someone that they did it RIGHT is for them to shrug it off.
It is RUDE to shrug off a compliment. But all the little doggies today seem to thing it’s the thing to do, it makes them look good. It never occurs to them to look at it from the OTHER person’s point of view, the point of view of the person GIVING the praise.
When did it become the height of party manners to respond to a compliment by kicking the person complimenting you in the teeth?
This is a very ORIENTAL habit. I remember a ritual exchange among Chinese businessmen in the old days in which one would compliment the other and the other one would denigrate what he had and then compliment the other, to which the other would reply by putting his own down.
One of part of the exchange had to do with asking about the other man’s wife:
“How is the flower of your Household?”
Ritual reply:
“That pig is fine.”
I must be missing a subtlety, but that does strike me as courtesy incarnate.
In ancient times, when one described a hero, one of the required compliments, right up there with courage in battle, was, “He hungered for glory.” The Chinese were referring to their wives as pigs back when a Western man could not be a hero unless he was hungry for glory.
Mark has to give up his hunger for glory as part of the battle we have to wage here. But he’s no Chinaman.
Give him some credit or he’ll bite your ass off.
Death and Humor
At least a hundred times people have said to me, “Even after all you’ve been through, you STILL have a great sense of humor.” I appreciate the compliment, but they’ve got the sequence backwards.
There was a guy who was more of a hero than any of the Greatest Generation types who go into crying fits over their own sacrifice and heroism. He was blind and in a wheelchair, and he had a job he was good at. He never asked for any help he didn’t HAVE to have and he made damned sure he paid you back for it. In his job, he made sure he was WORTH the accommodations they made for him because he did the job and was so ready for overtime that no one could replace him.
One person I knew worshipped this guy to the extent he deserved. They suffered with him, but never told him anything about their sympathy with the miserable side of his life. This person would gets tears in their eyes when talking about him.
Then one day that admiring person was told that this man, paraplegic and in a wheelchair, had lost his job. That person’s reaction was to burst out in hysterical laughter. I understood that perfectly. This was so bad you could only laugh or cry.
And in this case you couldn’t cry enough.
Man is the animal who laughs. Man is the animal that knows he is going to die.
Eric Hoffer was talking about what people consider the hallmark of True Wisdom. The Wise Man is seen as grim and hard-faced. Hoffer concluded, “If you want to see what the picture of a Truly Wise Man looks like, watch a cow solemnly chewing its cud.”
Snakes have no sense of humor. Monkeys do. Snakes have no pity, no empathy. Monkeys do.
The same rule holds in our human race. Our snakes never laugh.
Dave
Posted by Bob in Coaching Session, Comment Responses on 10/26/2006
I did a little editing, including putting Dave himself in the “wolves” category:
Dave says:
Keep this mind: There are two types of humans in this world, domesticated humans (”dogs”) and undomesticated humans (”wolves”). BWs writings are not going to appeal to “dogs”. “Dogs” are going to be threatened by the raw political reality they expose. “Dogs” respond only to what comforts them. Any politician worth his salt knows this. That is why the general public, being “dogs”, are clueless as to how they are manipulated by persons far more cunning than themselves.
The primary strength of BW’s work is that his writings appeal to “wolves”.
BW needs to write his samzidat on the development of political correctness from the ante-bellum point of view. We “wolves” need it.
I have no doubt that BWs writings are going to succeed in catalyzing the first truly effective white nationalist revolutionary cadre.
I think perhaps this makes me different alone among the other participants in this seminar. I know for a fact that the success of these writings is a forgone conclusion. Call me arrogant, but believe me, I am very good at these kinds of prognostications. It was a talent I was born with.
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Alan B and What Political Warfare Looks Like
Posted by Bob in Coaching Session, Comment Responses on 10/26/2006
I was thinking of Alan B all alone out there handing out the Mantra and being told by the university officials that “This is OUR university. Have you gotten permission (from us) to do this? Have you paid us tuition to be a student so you can do this?”
When I wrote Why Johnny Can’t Think I wanted people to go into universities and put our stuff on the bulletin boards and face down the officials who told them they had to pay for the place but they had no right to express THEIR opinions there.
It didn’t happen. It takes a lot of years to build up the kind of confidence I have on a campus. The bottom line was FEAR. For all their chest-beating about the universities, nobody was ABOUT to go in there and fight it out. I offered to go in there with them.
No takers.
Alan B is proposing more than he realizes, and he will probably come back the first time with his tail between his legs. I got slapped down more times than I can relate in the last fifty years.
But it is the tries, the defeats, that are especially worth reporting back.
When I brought my Austrian wife, whom I met in South Africa, back to the States with me we were watching the first reports on an American election, at the very beginning of the primaries. It showed a lone man out at about 7 am in a deserted shopping mall with his campaign literature in hand.
“Now THAT,” I told her, “Is what REAL politics looks like. Look at that guy. I have been where he is many, many times.”
We keep reading stuff from Stormfront about people who dream of being in the march of tens of thousands of Storm Troopers who have just taken over the government. When we see campaigns talked about on television, we see the candidate marching in with thousands of ecstatic supporters cheering for him.
That is what politics looks like to almost everybody who hasn’t been in a campaign from the get-go.
Actually, when a campaign reaches the point where the candidate has gotten the nomination and it is a serious fight, the planning for that news event where the camera shows the candidate marching in greeted by the enthusiastic crowd, the planning for that news event began weeks before. The campaign the local drudge, like me, and says “We’ll be there on September 8.”
Said drudge then begins calling, arranging. It’s scary because you are never SURE people will show up. And all that matters in a news event is that they SHOW UP.
“But I’ve got a LIFE. I have to do to a movie that night.”
But I’ve got a LIFE.
But I’ve got a LIFE.
The assumption is that Ole Bob has no life at all except to knock himself out, free of charge, to do this work.
So flash back to the candidate I was watching at the beginning of the primary with my new wife. That man was out there alone in what no chest-beater would call “real” politics, the mass marches and the mass demonstrations. REAL politics is mass demonstration. REAL politics is fighting off the worshipping mob of supporters with a grin on your face.
Until that happens, people will tell you, “But I’ve got a LIFE.”
Compared to what people call READ politics, this is nothing to interrupt your LIFE with.
A final note. My wife called me at work one evening in November, when I was tired and busy.
She said, “You remember the guy we saw on television when you said ‘That’s what REAL politics looks like?”
I thought and then remembered the incident through my fog of election-day exhaustion and said, “Yes.”
My wife said, “He just got elected.”
Alab B, Pain, and DISCIPLINED Initiative
Posted by Bob in Coaching Session, Comment Responses on 10/26/2006
Pain has developed what he calls “Mantra parties.” He reported back here to headquarters in a comment that he had handed out the Mantra, but taken off the title BOB’S off the Mantra. Pain knows very well that that is no problem, but he reported it back because we are using a style of warfare that made the West so devastating from ancient times.
The reason our approach is so devastating is precisely the same reason the Roman legions conquered the old world. And for centuries no one could explain it to Easterners. To a Middle Easterner, the difference between what Roman and what they had was simple too subtle to explain.
Roman legions wheeled in formation. They were a solid block. We use the same one-two punch, Mantra and HERESY! over and over. To an ancient Middle Easterner or a modern Political Correctness freak, that is just blind obedience.
But blind, slavish obedience was the specialty of the East that faced the Romans and it is the foundation of the Politically Correct establishment today. So why were a hundred thousand of their troops cut to ribbons by a thousand Romans then and a single Blog practitioner today?
Well, I added the word “initiative” to it. But the hordes of Eastern potentates then and PC freaks today show plenty of what THEY call initiative. In fact, the reason Romans ripped them apart was because each of the members of their howling horde was fighting his OWN fight. They came roaring down in hordes, or being wildly offended in the case of today’s OC freaks, and the Romans wheeled in formation.
Our enemies had initiative and they the discipline of slavery, i.e., blind obedience.
We form a block, but that is not BLIND obedience. It WORKS.
Alan B reports back to HQ that he GOING to distribute a hundred copies of the Mantra at his old university. That is a GREAT idea. I am anxious to see how it comes out, so the word GOING is in caps as a challenge.
But, one could ask, what is the difference between Alan B handing out stuff and the billions of pieces or paper PC freaks have handed out? Nobody is better at going into a mental coma and repeating the same things over and over than they are.
You and I know the difference, but this Blog is all basics, so let’s spell it out.
No Eastern potentate ever said, “OK, you men go out there and find a way to use our disciplined formations. The Roman model was developed when the Roman army was made up of citizen-farmers. Their WEAPON was their formation, their discipline. But in each battle they had to wheel and move together in the bewildering confusion of real battle.
All the Tough Guys will tell you that the whole plan of a battle falls apart in the first minute of real shooting. If that had happened to the Romans they would have been dead half an hour later. The magic of the while thing was that the Romans stayed information and, at the same time, adapted that weapon of discipline into the wild confusion of an actual battle.
Now let me give you an example of how OUR formation can so easily break down. A year or so ago, when I was trying desperately to get some people like you, one person decided my discussion was a parlor game and not a means of warfare.
He didn’t want to sound like he was just being a follower, so he said, “You say Political Correctness is a religion, and I agree it is a lot like one. But (what us true intellectuals know is that) it is not a religion. It is rigid system of beliefs.”
This is the break in discipline that gets you slaughtered. It made me tired all over. No, I explained for the hundredth time, PC is not a “rigid system of beliefs.” The Bill of Rights does not say the United States Government cannot establish a rigid system of beliefs. The whole public school system cannot be defunded for teaching for teaching a “rigid system of beliefs.” A professor cannot be fired for teaching “a rigid system of beliefs.”
The whole point is that this is a religious, something, ILLEGAL for one to use public funds to promote. The point is, this guy thought he was showing intellectual discipline when what he was doing was fatally breaking up our ranks, our line of battle.
Like the Roman legion, the Mantra and HERESY! were the products of YEARS of costly trial and error.
Both the legion and the Mantra look like common sense. But any professional writer, especially in politics, will tell you that when something looks like it is obvious and just fell out of the typewriter, there’s BLOOD on the typewriter keys. You SLAVE to write 1) something that just flows; 2) contains ALL the point AND 3) quits, dead stops, when it has done and makes it SHORTER.
Once I have hammered my points down, once I have figured out exactly what the truth of what I am trying to say is, each rewrite is SHORTER, not longer.
I have given you some weapons which are the best fifty years of using a powerful mind can produce. I demand that you not PLAY with our rigid formation. But at the same time the LAST thing I want is a bunch of Oriental hordes or PC Zombies who keep repeating The Master’s Words.
So Pain is having a little fun. He is finding ways to hit people with the message and then reporting back to us about the wasps’ nest he stirs up. But he NEVER breaks formation. He is NEVER lured into running out and chasing down one particular slave of the enemy he has got cornered.
Pain STAYS ON MESSAGE.
That is why one of us can destroy the solid front a whole university has spent millions of dollars building.
Sic ‘em, Alan B.
And report back.
Just FIGHT!
Posted by Bob in Coaching Session, Comment Responses on 10/25/2006
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Fear of “big schemes” = All is Lost
Comment by Pain — 10/25/2006 @ 5:24 pm | Edit This
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Way to go, Peter!
I wish we had a few hundred more comrades like you posting on a regular basis. What’s interesting is that once you get started you find yourself looking for more places to post and pretty soon it just becomes a habit. Keep up the good work!
Comment by Mark — 10/25/2006 @ 9:24 pm | Edit This
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No, fear of “big schemes” does not mean all is lost. As far I as I can tell, there is no Big scheme, just a small one, until something happens. Right now, I would not trust a Big scheme.
Comment by Shari —
ME:
Forget the big scheme little scheme stuff.
Pain’s Mantra Parties are what is critical. I am enormously encouraged by that initiative.
Mark, let me join with you in hailing Pain’s efforts. He is doing EXACTLY what must be done.
Fight the fight in front of you. When the time is right, your efforts will grow on their own. The Mantra is a sledgehammer which is showing the kind of results to you that I have gotten all my life, all alone. The one-twopunch of the Mantra and then “HERESY” has been grabbed and run with.
It doesn’t take many to make it happen. Don’t worry about the hundreds. Today you can do a hundred entries that would have taken hundreds of people great effort to accomplish when I was coming up.
Fight the FIGHT.
Fight the FIGHT.
Fight the FIGHT.




Mark
Posted by Bob in Bob, Coaching Session, Comment Responses on 10/27/2006
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“Joe Sobran said you couldn’t even really call it a book…because there are no talking heads in it.”
I’ve said it before: Joe Sobran has a necro-romance with the very, very late hack author, Bill Shakespeare — a topic only Harvard or Yale “intellectuals” give a damn about, not because it relates to their life in any usable, common-sense way, but because it’s “in vogue” to do so in the so-called intellectual crowds. I’m sure smoking marijuana is in vogue with those Reds too.
Meanwhile, Bob is writing books to save the White race. I’ll buy Bob’s book. I would be inclined to start a fire in my fireplace with Sobran’s books just so I could have enough light to read Bob’s books by it. Perhaps Sobran should come down off his Buckley-like throne and join us in the trenches. He could recite Shakespeare to keep his knees from knocking once the revolution gets messy.
Comment by Mark
ME:
Joe is a fully trained Shakespeare scholar. During my DC days we would sit on the porch and he would quote wads from the Bard’s plays. He wasn’t showing off. We just enjoyed them, especially after a moderate intake of alcohol.
I was walking with Joe a couple of years back when he finished his book, “Who Was Shakespeare?” He told me he was getting very tired telling the truth and being kicked downstairs for it. He wanted to concentrate on Shakespeare again.
On the one hand I sympathized. The man had lost his job and friendship and the sponsorship of William Buckley for raising hell about the Jews.
On the other hand, it was a little like me hearing a hundred times a year for fifty years, “But, Bob, I’ve got a LIFE!” The clear implication being that Bob has no life, so HE can dedicate himself to the battle for our survival, a minor matter compared to getting Little Suzy to Kindergarten on time.
I had gotten tired long before Joe got into this fight. He and Buchanan were pro-immigration freaks in 1980 and they were people I had to fight. I was exhausted THEN, which is why I am on disability now
Which brings up the big difference between us and the usual wolf pack Mark (I hope to God I got the person right, I’m too TIRED to search back right now) talks about.
In a wolf pack the aging leader will die before he gives up his lead position. In our group, Ole Bob lives for the day he can see some other tail up front. I am endlessly encouraged to look out of the corner of my eye and spy, in alphabetical order because my old tail can’t take another nip, Alan B, IF he DOES what he proposes, Dave and Mark and Peter coming up beside me. If I missed anybody, speak up, but we are in pretty rarified company here.
I long for the day when the leaders are up front and Ole Bob can lope along behind and whine to Joe Ororke about how those smartass young pups up front don’t realize what WE went through. Our Joe will tell me to shut up, but I won’t.
Joe SOBRAN was a good buddy until I was able to tell the world to go to hell and put myself beyond the pail. I think that the reason Joe and Pat don’t return my calls is because they are Catholics first and whites third or so.
Whenever somebody raises hell about embryonic stem cell research, I remember risking my job by refusing to have anything to do with any “pro-life” effort to outlaw in vitro fertilization. There are over thirty thousand people alive today, almost all of them intelligent whites, as a result of in vitro. “Pro-lifers” didn’t want them born because you had to kill some fertilized eggs in the process.
And to make their case, they never hesitated to lie like rugs.
So when stem cell research came up, they used the old generic “conservative” argument I discuss in the the Intro to my book below:
“I’ve always been wrong before, but this time I’m right.”
AND, in addition to that:
“I lied before, but this time you can believe me.”
Two statements, two identical answers:
“No way.”
Joe edits a very conservative Catholic publication, so my position on things like embryonic stem cells turned him off me big time. I think preventing abortions means more to him and Pat than anything about our race.
Back when Pat Buchanan was stating on national television that the Americans at Normandy died to open Europe to third-world immigration, I was reading the Mexican Constitution and putting quotes in the Congressional record about THEY treat illegal immigrants.
I’m a little tired, too, Joe.
But we are back to the point I just made with free agent. One Joe Sobran or Pat Buchanan is more of a man than a hundred George Wills or William Buckleys, so I give them credit for what they do.
Buchanan did bring the whole issue of Jews getting us into the Middle East up. Pat wrote a book that brought the end of the white race into mainstream thinking. Pat was the highest paid editorial writer, liberal or conservative, when he switched his position on immigration. He isn’t any more, by a long shot.
They don’t speak to me, but I will never cease to be grateful to and admiring of both Pat and Joe Sobran
But the future is in the hands of those who will take over the pack leadership from Ole Bob.
The day of the conservative who happens to talk about race is over. Their job is done, but I hope they stay at it, just as I told free agent that I deeply hope that Stormfront will keep on, though its days of real basic contributions are over unless it starts some hard rethinking.
Pat and Joe made my ideas mainstream. Stormfront proved we CAN speak up if we do it right.
I thank them. I admire them.
And it is time to move on.
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