I have emphasized repeatedly that any respectable conservative can criticize current immigration policy, but every respectable must praise “assimilation,” aka, interracial marriage, to the skies. Genocide requires BOTH immigration and assimilation, and soon there will be enough immigrants to take out our entire race simply by multiplying and intermarrying.

The Respectable Conservative Solution is the Final Solution.

Mantra Thinking attacks the entire process. It is very easy to get so bogged down in immigration with all your “allies” so that you ignore the third rail, the real sore point, intermarriage, blood mixing.

Likewise when we talk about a similar Final Solution to the Black Problem, we tend to emphasize Africa too much. For the Final Solution to the Black Problem, the lines would be a lot more outrageous than that, and no example is more telling than The Haiti Line.

Haiti is almost 100% unmixed black. It has a higher percentage of pure blacks than any surviving white country has of pure whites, including Iceland. The Dominican Republic is almost 100% mulatto.

If Haiti were as white as it is black, the whole world would be demanding that it accept massive immigration. It doesn’t matter that it’s poor. Eastern Europe is a hell of a lot poorer than Japan, but the world asks regularly “Are they ready for immigration?”

If Haiti were white as it is black, the Dominican Republic which shares he Island of San Domingo with it would not be noticed by those who would screaming at white Haiti to bring in immigrants.

Just as asking Eastern Europe “When will you be ready for immigration?” is so routine no one thinks about why it is asked, no one would wonder why the Haiti Line was the one everybody talked about.

Mantra Thinking requires more THINKING than simply bitching about immigration or asking what if people insisted on Africa bringing in immigrants. Mantra Thinking requires some THOUGHT.

The New Year actually begins with the Winter Solstice on December 21 or 22, when our Northern Hemisphere is tilted at its maximum away from the sun.

That is the Yule, when once again we have seen longer and longer nights and the world seems to be losing the sun entirely. But at Yuletide, we celebrated because we knew that it was not the end, but the beginning, that the sun had begun coming back to us.

But for historical reasons, Yule became December 25 and the New Year became January 1.

You would-be astonished if you saw some of the old Roman calendars. They had a rigid order of days so that a month that was in winter a century before would be in midsummer later.

The old worshippers of the Classics used to like to say that we only advanced because we stood on the shoulders of the Classical Giants.

But the Classical Giants, in the most literal terms, did not know what time it was.

Our Yule, before we learned to worship the Classical Giants, was dead accurate.

None of which matters to us.

December 25 is the day we CELEBRATE the Birth of Christ. January 1 is the day we CELEBRATE the new year.

The old self-styled Intellectuals had nothing productive to do, so they debated the exact dates of the new year and the date on which Jesus was born. It turns out that, in the latter case, they didn’t even get the YEAR right.

So we pick a date and celebrate it. Too many of us don’t realize what that MEANS. It means that we have an awfully lot to DO. People who show off their Intellectuality by comparing Sources and debating Exact Dates are pitiful.

We celebrate the Birth of Our Lord once a year and we drink on New Year’s Eve. Then we go on to all the other things we are doing.

Debating the Latin and Greek sources of the new year and the Birth of Christ impressed the peasants. Mommy Professor uses the same sort of argument to impress the peasants today.

What else was there for ancient old Wise Men to DO? How was the average man in those days to know when to plant so he could survive? The priests knew the stars, they knew the DATE. No one else did.

It is hard to put yourself back in those days, but it was no easy thing to know when planting season, on which your life depended, came. The Egyptians and the Mayans actually believed the sun came up only because their Emperor made it come up.

We see it clearly, but what we celebrate on New Year’s is our liberation from that pure, unadulterated crap.

If we allow out children to turn brown they will lose that liberation

But for the world BUGS is dedicated to saving, Happy New Year.

And Happy New World.

The world we are here to save.

In 1992, for the first time since serious polling began, a third party candidate led BOTH national party candidates for the November election. His issue was the exploding national debt and his name was Ross Perot.

Our media selects spokesmen who have no sense of history whatsoever, so nobody has mentioned Perot’s obvious parallel to Sara Palin. Perot was an instant national sensation when Larry King asked him if he was willing to be president and he said yes.

To me, Perot’s leap to the top of the polls was what it really was, a historical first. Even George Wallace had only gotten within striking distance behind a hopelessly trailing Democrat in 1968. At one point it was Wallace 21%, Humphrey 29%, and Nixon stayed at 41 to 43 percent the whole time.

This was a historical first. But Perot went right out of range of both of them. It was a historical phenomenon.

Then Perot said his enemies had threatened to disrupt his daughter’s wedding and he withdrew. Having proved himself a cukoo, his attempt to get back in the race was fatally damaged, but he still got a lot more votes than anyone in the Political Science Department at South Carolina, where I went back to grad school for a semester, had thought he would.

Except me.

In 1992 even a proven fruitcake could do well in a match up between the kind of respectable conservative/liberal match up that the system regularly produces.

Perot’s breakdown and breakup was a relief to both liberals and conservatives. They have an industry going very smoothly which gives them all money and fame, and it is in solid, long-term balance, as any routine business needs to be.

I am unique in looking at it as what it is, a smooth-running industry. In this industry respectable conservatives compete with others to be most acceptable to the liberals and at the same time make the yokels think they are some kind of dreaded “Opposition.”

On most issues respectable conservative offer “opposition” until liberals declare that any further opposition is “extremist,” and then every respectable denounces anyone who takes the wrong side on that issue after that.

Respectable conservatives are the loudest in denouncing such “extremists,” since those “extremists” are the people who are aspiring to take THEIR place as the “opposition.”

Respectable conservatives get paid to protect present polities from being attacked at the root. Respectable conservatives, for example, are hailed as the Opposition on the issue of illegal immigration, but they are the first to denounce anyone who challenges the whole “nation of immigrants” crap, which dooms all effective immigration enforcement from the start.

But the national debt issue is a constant problem. Even the yokels can’t ignore numbers that are up on billboards. So that is an issue that breaks through the respectable conservative barrier from time to time, making a Perot or a Sara Palin big stuff for a while.

The national debt issue allowed to Newt Gingrich to make a political revolution in 1994, too. Clinton made him close down the government and whipped him.

Now we have Sara Palin.

One of the articles in my 1982 book, the New Right Papers was “Lid on a Boiling Pot.” The title says it all. It discussed the inability of a system based on liberals and respectable conservatives to deal with any BASIC problems.

Even those who were around in 1982 feel that the 1980s represented a time of relative cooperation between the “two sides” they have so comfortably established.

So every now and then a Barry Goldwater or a George Wallace, or a Ross Perot or a Newt Gingrich or a Sara Palin is allowed to take positions respectable conservatives find uncomfortable. So far this has worked.

A system as powerful and as successful as that in the United States has periodic outbreaks. But the yokels always take each outbreak seriously, “Now the Revolution has come!”

Only here will you see these outbreaks put together. Only here will you see them discussed as outbreaks.

So when someone asks me about Sara Palin, I am frankly too old and tired to explain the history they know very well to them.

I was with Wallace, but I knew very well that, wish as I might, he was simply a step in the movement to a conservative coalition. I was also responsible for saving the space telescope at a crucial moment because I saw that the Soviets were a paper tiger economically and their Empire would be trumped, as we finally did with SDI.

But there was not a single yokel who knew his economics, his Soviet economics, his political figures, and his science as well as I did. No one was with me in two of those fights, much less all three. No one understood the connection.

So when I look at Sara Palin, I am looking at the context we all lived through, but anyone who wants to be a professional commentator doesn’t talk about anything but the current sensation.

There is snow on the ground in South Carolina today. This is unusual, but if anybody acted like it was the first time there has ever been snow on the ground here, he would need treatment.

But the system pays people for that kind of insanity.

These articles often begin with an example, but when I get through writing and rewriting it, it ends up illustrating something unexpected.

This one begins with my stating again that two of my professors in grad school at the University of Virginia won Nobel Prizes. So where am I going?

Will I do a piece on how the real advances in economics were finally realized to be coming from the right? How about illustrating how smart I am?

Actually the critical point of this statement has to do with an entirely different point that has come up in BUGS. I often say that I want BUGS to be able to continue after I pass away or am finally put in the dingaling ward.

Some of our readers react to this like a member of my family would: “Is something wrong, Bob?”

No, nothing is wrong. This is a fight I would give my life for. I want the points I have worked out here to continue like any other soldier wants his side to keep fighting when he might fall during the battle.

A soldier makes sure his fall will not bring defeat, but he sure as hell does not plan on falling.

So I mention those two Nobel Laureates to illustrate an entirely different point.

Very few people reaching 70 know anything about the fate of their old professors. But I have read about those two because of their status.

One of those two Nobel Laureates, Ronald Coase, just reached the age of 100. The younger one, James Buchanan, is now 91. Both are still going strong, and neither is a health fanatic of any kind.

I looked up my dissertation first reader and he is  88 and still going strong. He is not only not a health fanatic, he is actually pudgy.

If those two profs had not won the Prize I would not know this.

Old Bob will be 70 on March 31, a mere child by comparison. And medicine will be better as I get older. I will do everything I can to make this good news for you and bad news for our enemies.

A couple of years ago BoardAd told me he was going to do a revamp on BUGS. I cleared it and forgot about it. BoardAd told me no more for months, choosing instead to work with pros like SysOps as he went ahead.

One day months later the old format was there. The next day the revamp happened, and I had to learn a lot of basic things again. I felt idiotic, but mostly I felt happy.

Can you imagine how the average vet pref or affirmative action small-time manager would have reacted to this?

“Why the HELL didn’t you keep me up with this?

Not me. I have never held a Big Title myself, but what I can do for you is to tell you what things are LIKE in the big leagues. I wasn’t the Big Guy, but I was senior staff.

The big guys expect staff to do it ALL, and it isn’t just because they’re being “My time is valuable” snobs.

Richard Nixon said that when he became President he misallocated his time at first. He had already been a congressman, a senator, and the Vice President of the United States, but he STILL took a while to realize how long it took him to realize the full importance of DELEGATING in that job.

Nixon said he spent one of his first nights in the White House worrying about an international civil aviation agreement that had reached his desk that day. Later, he had trouble believing he had done that. That agreement was reached by the Civil Aeronautics Board (CAB) advising the State Department

The CAB was where I worked. We had a total of seven hundred employees. If the President tries to micromanage seven hundred Federal employees he will never sleep. The total regular civil service was two thousand times that many people, not to mention the Army, the Navy, and other folks.

When you get into the big leagues you must hire pros and let them do their jobs. I have psychological disabilities and have been a workaholic all my life. But I can get a lot done simply because micromanaging never even occurs to me. I was very happy to see BoardAd grab the initiative and run with it.

There is a new sentence at the top our main page. It says that anyone reading this should look at General Comments 5, which is where the news from the FRONT is.

Nice people will think this me being modest, pointing to other writers on Bob‘s site.. Actually, it is more valuable than that. It is me DELEGATING.

This is something the Old Man has to TEACH you: How we do it in the Big Leagues.

One General Comments 5 entry stated that he had read BUGS for six months before he went to GC5 and found it wasn’t just the Old Man’s Wisdom but a General Staff Center where those doing the fighting reported back to GC5.

That led me directly to this article.

Someone else in GC5 quoted a statement I must have made about how you need to take initiative: “In this war, if you don’t get orders, just go kill something.”

I read General Comments 5 closely. GC 5, at least so far, is people who are putting in the Mantra in places where they know it will be taken down. They don’t whine about censorship. Once you really get into this fight, you know that censorship becomes routine.

We are like other revolutionaries who would write on walls and put up signs in the dead of night in the full knowledge they will be erased and taken down in the morning.

This is exciting. This is ACTION.

Actually, delegation is not so much a matter of modesty as it is of GUTS. You have to take the heat when one of your people does something wrong. The micromanager is often just plain scared.

BUGS is small, but we are literally taking on the whole damned world.

There’s no room for micromanagement here.

Now go kill something.

When you have hit somebody with the Mantra and will not back away from their seeing it, a silence begins. It is the silence every experienced questioner knows, be he priest or policeman.

When you hit near the nub, you can tell generally where that nub is. The person on the other side begins to say he already answered that when he hasn’t or that it has already been dealt with, which it hasn’t.

This last is a good trick, because your refusing to stop making the basic point, over and over and over, gives him a chance to say that, somewhere in all your repetitions and his attempts to get around the point, there was an answer.

It is important for you to know this is a regular trick.

But it is also an example of Mantra Thinking. When I bring it up specifically we all know that when the police get down to the real thing, a felon will stop talking. He at least gets surly, as if talking hurts him.

And now we get back to the nub of Mantra Thinking: We all know it, but we don’t THINK about it.

By now we all know that no one is going to deal with Mantra, because it is so clearly true. So by now we should be thinking a little about the nature of the silence — and the silencing — which every guilty person uses when he is caught red-handed.

Silence sometimes takes the form of a scream. On every University campus is a resident group of thugs who will shout down the Mantra or anything that Mommy Professor wants suppressed. Like Al Capone, Mommy Professor will disavow all knowledge and have an alibi.

As I say, people all know something but they never THINK about it. They bitch about their taxes being high and they know that anyone saying anything disagreeable to the establishment will be shouted down, but it never occurs to them that they SHOULDN’T be financing a so-called university where all dissent is shouted down.

It took me years to get the Mantra into the form in which any possible response was already covered in the Mantra itself. After a couple of forceful repeats showing that was said in the Mantra and we’ve all heard it a million times, he retreats into silence and trying to change the subject.

I repeat, this is the same silence you run into if you are questioning someone and begin to show you know they did it and how you can prove it.

Getting them to confess is the next step. But no one is going to confess when he has the whole backing of those in power behind his lie.

When the confessing begins, the whole game will be up.

You know that things have reached a desperate pass when you see a Pilgrim-descended, hard core Yankee like backbaybaygrouch (BBG) and a Jamestown-descended Rebel fanatic from the Bible Belt like me in the same foxhole covering each others’ backs.

In Europe they consider this North-South thing a bit of a joke, compared to the national hatreds of France, Germany, and Poland, for example. But for those of us who live in our OWN national history, this is a big thing.

While we ask Europe to bury its national hatreds and work for our race’s survival, we are DOING it.

I used to tell Scots that they could call me a “Yank” if I could call them Englishmen. But they really don’t GET the comparison. It never occurs to them that calling a Southerners a Yank is just plain provincialism.

Another lesson BBG can demonstrate is how MANY ancestors a long-term American has. A European would be confused when a descendant of the Pilgrim’s is also a hard-core Catholic. This did not surprise me at all.

There is the impression, carefully cultured in the press, that all Americans are recent immigrants. But the Pilgrim was among a THOUSAND of BBG’s ancestors when you go back to 1620, and my Jamestown forebear was one of a thousand Americans who became my ancestors.

The Puritans lost all trace of their hard religious roots, so I assume that BBG’s later determined Catholic fathers and mothers formed so that he did not drift off into the rootless generality that caused the Pilgrim descendants to die off.

But the point is not BBG or me. The point is REAL American history. Whites didn’t really turn on each other until we had taken the entire country all the way to the Pacific in a joint effort. None of those people considered themselves immigrants.

They were conquerors.

And they were PROUD of it!

Even after the shock and hatred of the Civil War, no one took this “nation of immigrants” bullshit seriously. History books simply erased Jamestown from the books and declared that our America was first settled at Plymouth Rock in 1620.

Only since World War II has this “nation of immigrants” nonsense been enforced. Whenever we are shown pictures of the real America, we see photographs of the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island.

What is particularly bad about this is the pure rude INGRATITUDE of it. O’Reilly brags that HIS ancestors never took part in taking land from the Indians or slaveholding.

The reason Bill’s ancestors were so pure is because the earlier white Americans had taken and made safe an area of three million square miles, and all O’Reilly’s ancestors had to do was take a boat over here.

Yes, the poor babies DID run into anti-Irish sentiment here. But they did NOT run into hostile Indians.

I read New York Jews talking about the awful third-class places on the ships THEIR ancestors had to take. What they NEVER mention is the Mayflower, which ran out of FOOD and had to land and which, like the ships Jamestowners came over on, took cat-sized rats on board and drinking water that was thick with slime , and rationed, as a matter of course.

I don’t know about BBG, but I find it personally insulting when an O’Reilly joins in the condemnation of my ancestors.