My Rebel Flag

I was raised under the Confederate flag. Most of the people I knew lived under the Union under protest, in that they wished we had won the War.

The Confederate flag went up over the South Carolina in 1963, the year that South Carolina was forced to integrate its first school. This was NOT a coincidence. To me, the Confederate flag was NEVER our dead ancestor’s flag; it was MINE.

If you want to put into three words what my Rebel Flag is NOT, they are these:

“Heritage not Hate.” Those three words contain a BOOK full of misstatements.

First of all, “Hate” is the word applied by our ENEMIES to anybody who has the slightest concern about the survival of the white race. From “Heritage Not Hate” it is a tiny step to driveling about how one is not against intermarriage. To prove one is no “racist.”

There is no excuse. We ALL know what “Hater” means today.

If all a flag means to one is dead people, then you should bury it with them. The giggling pro-Confederates came up with what, by them, was a BRILLIANT ploy. They replaced the rectangular Confederate flag of my youth with the old SQUARE battle flag. A flag actually went into battle then, and a diagonal flag shredded too easily. So, to demonstrate that their flag was only relevant to dead people, they made it square.

I have no more identification with that square flag than I do with any other alien flag TODAY. The only point of an ugly square flag is to show that it only applies to the dead.

I am a Rebel. I do not identify with ANY flag because they are all in an alliance dedicated to genocide against my RACE. Like every flag today (except Nepal’s which is not square), my Starry Cross is a rectangular flag, and it stands for rebellion TODAY. It was prominent all over Eastern Europe when they REBELLED against the Soviet Union. Nobody in Eastern Europe gave a damn about MY “heritage.” They had a heritage of their own that was much older.

MY REBEL FLAG IS THE ONLY WHITE SYMBOL THAT CAN LEGALLY BE FLOWN IN ANY COUNTRY ON EARTH.

MY Rebel Flag is the symbol of TOMORROW, not yesterday.

I had the expertise of having been Special Assistant to the head of the entire civil service — including security clearances — for all 2.2 million Federal employees AND contractees. They had given me on-the-job training for that that couldn’t be bought.

But I was immobilized. My sister charged in and took over the job. She was a former medical secretary, master’s degree church administrator, amd de facto plant manager. She is now a grandmother, and doesn’t even mention her former impressive jobs.

I DELEGATED everything to her, and I mean EVERYTHING in a sense people do not normally use the word. The very fact that made me eligible was what kept ME from doing it. This is the good old Catch-22. The Feds make disability benefits so hard to get that the person who is truly disabled is broken in the process.

Without my sister, and that would have continued to be my fate. I hadn’t applied because I couldn’t DEAL with applying. I did other things well, but when it came to my disability I simply could not DO it.

So I delegated. Big time. I out of SIGHT delegated to my sister. It was one of my major accomplishments.

SysOps understands this. I have something you need. I have something NO ONE ELSE has. But, when you are in my state, what you have to delegate is … Well, … Sometimes odd.

When the Forensic Psychologist first talked to me, he bowled me over. Right in front of him was the set of high-level, high-pressure and dangerous tasks I had accomplished, all the unclassified risks I took. His first words to me were, “Bet you have an AWFUL time mailing a letter, don’t you?” He said it routinely, as if someone willing to go into life and death situations and being a recognized political fighter but being panicked by mailing a letter was so routine to him it was a bit of a bore.

I thought this was something I could not EXPLAIN. I could do all that but I couldn’t fill out the forms. Once my sister got on it, this turned out to be not even unusual.

So now we have the explanation as to why millions of desperate people, the ones the system exists for, cannot get disability, while sociopaths thrive on it.

But, and PLEASE concentrate on this NEW point, this is why so many people fail. They have to “come up through the ranks.” I was a lousy GS-5 and about the best GS-15 the taxpayer ever got. I got horrible grades in high school and did great in college and grad school AFTER I got around the system and got into college from the tenth grade by the method I have described.

I would NEVER have graduated from high school. I would have been one of those dropout-in-MENSA types. Without any alternative to this “up through the ranks” crap, it is almost impossible for our true geniuses to make it where we need them.