You may wonder why I don’t comment on this blog very often like I used to. Truth is, I find you folks comical — yes, even you Bob.
While debating how to word the mantra, hardly anyone is using it I’m assuming here, but with the lack of feedback of how it’s being used, when, and where, makes this a no-brainer. It just plain ain’t being used.
Go on, comment you whiney-babies. Re-word the damn thing to death, and have your intellectual conversations all you want you Buckleyite-sounding do nothings. Little has changed and unless in the so-called pro-white movement. There are a thousand armchair generals endlessly “getting ready” for the next “big push” but the privates have all gone home to watch Jew T.V. and wait for baseball season to return. I wonder how the white race every got anything done in the past. If genetics is responsible for our achievements you couldn’t prove it by watching you oh-so-smart pro-whites in action today.
Inactivity in action? Hell, I’d call it comatose babbling of the worst sort.
So what am I supposed to do about this?
Believe me, I think regularly about closing up the blog, but where would I put my own thoughts? I do the paying, I do the work, and you are upset that people aren’t putting in effort.
My contributions have, given diminishing returns, over ninety percent already made. Problems with the cable monopoly here have made me pay for a land line in order to keep my DSL.
I am thinking about doing all my internet work on another computer once a week.
What you may be doing is overestimating my importance in my own eyes. I am no longer assembling a team or expecting people to do what they manifestly are not going to do. But what we have here is a group of people who are WORTH me putting my ideas to.
But Mark and I are burned out. I have had two nervous breakdowns and am back. I just read a biography of Stalin that mentioned that when the Germans brought Lenin to Russia in 1917, it was the first time in his life he had ever spoken to a large crowd. The large crowds and the marches come at the end, with the sunshine patriots and the summer warriors marching in them.
I listen to Basso Profundo here telling me I haven’t overthrown the establishment. Gee! How would I have known that if he hadn’t had the originality of thought to come up with it?
I am doing what I can do. Don’t think I have been disappointed for fifty years?
Mark, if you are going to roar in and then quit, you will join a long, long line of others who have done the same thing, including three separate teams who did WOL. All did fine work. But no one has asked a warrior to serve his stretch for twenty-five years since the Roman Empire.
I do not expect ANYBODY else to serve WITHOUT PAY as long as I have. I would have gotten my political money easier if I HADN’T insisted on fighting for our cause. I simply CANNOT stop, and I have watched soldiers and honest fighters like you who have actually done greater things than you will ever know come and go.
You have more than done your stretch. No one will stay in the way I have – nobody else has been in the front of this fight nearly as long as I have is they didn’t make their living at it.
That’s my JOB. That is what I will die with, and it makes me very contented.
I don’t need the torchlight parades. I can see the side I started out against sinking slowly in the mud, with a whisper, not a blast. I see a new world that no one else who has not been right where I am can see. Even if they SAW it, they couldn’t SAY it. A person who makes his living at this must search for things that reinforce his audience’s preconceptions. He must demand attention to his part of the whole. Finally he thinks in no other terms.
Once again, “the manufacture of information.”
If I relied on the work of my audience, I would have quit long ago. I would have quit in the 50s when I saw the Masturbation Generation weaseling out on us and a hundred times since.
But I cannot speak for Mark. I see where I am going. If anybody else could, I would be turning the thing over to them.
In the meantime, I do my duty and I see what others do not see. I predicted every major trend until today, so I have pretty good faith in me.