Honesty made me keep calling this Bob’s Blog.

I left for a week and you kept it going. Now it really is Bob’s Underground Seminar, BUGS.

So it is time for SysOps and Brain to change it.

I should be ashamed of myself! When I was in my early teens, my father insisted that real management meant that me and my siblings should be able to outwork every black or white worker on the brick plant without passing out.

They were tough but we had to be tougher.

I was put in the roughest places and I never “monkeyed out.” I was TOUGH. That made mercenary combat easy for me later.

I am impressed by that today. I say to myself, “WOW!”

Actually I say to myself, “WOW! That was really stupid! I am still suffering from the brain damage it caused, and my brain was a more precious resource than all of THEM put together!”

So I should be ASHAMED to OPENLY depend on Brain (sic) and SysOps.

I consider everything SysOps and Brain (sic) and Pain and Dave and the rest of you do to be what ***I*** do. After years of thinking about it, the old idea of management seems dumber and dumber to me. Instead of understanding the Wisdom of My Elders, experience makes me see it as stupider and stupider.

It AMAZES me that anyone should think that a high level manager should be COMPETING with The Talent.

But let me conclude on a somber note:

There is a nasty rumor going about that every time SysOp recommends something I say, “Yes, ma’am” and then grovel and whimper.

This is NOT true.

I NEVER whimper.

Now that WE are Bob’s Blog, I can ventilate some. No longer is a Word From Bob Himself an excuse for someone here to desert us.

But this ventilating contains lessons. I have been in this game, determined ONLY to save my race, for fifty-five years. I have watched hundreds or thousands of people drift away from the cause in their little bubbles.

I THOUGHT I just watched AFKAN drift away in his bubble. My apologies to AFKAN. It was just Al Parker being cute. AFKAN will forgive me.

But my mistake would have been fatal before.

When this blog was just me, I was on a knife edge. People who swore they were dedicated above all to the survival of our race would get insulted and what they took as an insult to them or their pet bubble would cause them to instantly drop everything they had said they learned here.

I watch as Stormfronters leave our tiny group with our special mission to join a group collecting immigration petitions or hailing Ron Paul as Our Savior. There are MILLIONS of THEM, but our people deplete our tiny, historic ranks to get in on the Latest Big Thing.

I have spent fifty-five years watching one Latest Big Thing after another. To me the Jehovists who were saying that we could not plan for the long-term because if a Catholic were elected president in 1960 there would never be another election in America are as fresh in my memory as the Ron Paul for God crowd is now.

I know every bubble people drift off into from personal, raw, painful experience. From the obsession with uniforms of the man who founded WOL to the guy I described before I had worked with for half a century and who suddenly became a fanatical defeatist t those who would sell us out in an instant for the pope or their particular version of Jehovah and Traditional Values, I know ticking time-bombs when I see them. All of them have gone off in my face, repeatedly.

I was in at the founding of the Southern League, later the League of the South. Then it drifted off into a multicultural balloon. It had a Jehovist program. I saw that early and went along because I could use it until it blew away completely in its balloon.

I made my living off of the Goldwater-Reagan bubbles. I am fighting my fight on that money today. I get a little tired of people telling me Reagan was not the Real Revolution. I knew that going in.

I could tell you a hundred bubbles I watched people drift off in their balloons, and I could probably describe yours. But you will never regret the time you spent with me before your bubble took you away.