Ben Franklin was born around 1705. When he set out to write his autobiography he was about my age. He set out to write it because, as said, his days were coming to an end.

He died fifteen years later, having been a member of the Constitutional Convention of the government he had helped to found. We all know why he didn’t finish his autobiography himself.

In the early 1770s, when a majority of the population didn’t reach the age of five, Franklin thought it was time for him to describe his life. He had invented the study and terminology of electricity, invented the Franklin Stove, invented bifocals and lightening rods and a number of other things each of which would have made him famous.

He was the only living American elected a Fellow of the Royal Society.

Ben had negotiated treaties with the Indians and with the Quakers, whom he despised, pretty well dominated Pennsylvania politics and, when he retired from real work, was chosen by four colonies to represent them in London.

Franklin was famous all over America.

But all those things above were his hobbies. He had grown rich as a publisher, he had done most of his own writing.

So when he sat down and took a deep breath in the early 1770s, he had plenty to write about.

But to those of us reading it today, his remark about coming to the end of his labors sound funny as hell.

I am flattered by some people really being concerned about my health when I talk about freezing and being tired. It is important to remember that Old Bob really is and has always been concerned with my race’s survival and in that struggle my own lifetime is not as much a preoccupation with me as it would be with normal folk.

You are important to me because the torch must eventually be passed. To someone obsessed with his own undying fame or being The Leader that would be a secondary concern.

So my talk about my passing is, as Twain said, much exaggerated. Believe me, if my health were bad you would know about it. We have things to do, and whether I am here or not affects the continuation of the fight my whole existence has been devoted to.

But if you want a report on the health of Robert W. Whitaker, Esquire, here it is:

I am healthy as a horse and damned near as smart.

One figure that stuck to my mind from a fifth grade textbook was that 52% of the blood of white Americans came from people who were here before 1776. They were illustrating a lesson no one knows today: that simple arithmetic shows how the early waves of immigration grew.

Around the 1970s, I tried to look this figure up: What percentage of the white American bloodline is likely to date from the period of early huge migrations and the natural doubling of the population every twenty to twenty-five years.

I finally wrote the Census, where the information came from around 1950, and naturally got back a letter saying they don’t keep track of things like that.

A few weeks back I saw a report from the US Census that half of the US population descends from people who came through New York in the last hundred and fifty years or so.

We all know why the Census obliged with that data, which is pure bullshit.

Why is information produced?

The fifth grade textbook I read was quoting US Census information which illustrated the arithmetic of the early migrations. But twenty years later, like so much else, that information was heresy.

If one ever looks at population numbers, there is no conceivable way that half of our population came through Ellis Island. That is pure Wishtory.

But a documentary on the whites who came to America before the Bering Strait Indians ends with saying that actually they all mixed together so America was a melting pot from the beginning.

They had also used the documentary to explain that it wasn’t the ancestors of Indians, who love Brother Buffalo so much and have that tear in their eye when whites destroy the country they came to first, killed the mammoth.

Either whites did that or nobody did.

So the ending sermon in that particular documentary said that the mammoths were wiped out by the same disaster that wiped out the Europeans who came first to America and the whites survived to make this a Melting Pot.

So the Census Bureau tells us that half the American population came through Ellis Island, though they cannot say even generally how many descended from the fast reproduction for three hundred years of waves of immigrants.

The statistic the Census Bureau came up with would be more realistic if they said that half the American population had ONE ancestor who came over on Ellis Island. We have a LOT of ancestors from a century ago.

Even that doesn’t make arithmetic sense. And it is perfectly clear that the reason that “one half” was to give the impression that half of American blood today is those who came over at Ellis Island.

Like the Clovis whites, it all has to say that American is as Nation of Immigrants.

Moderately intelligent adults would laugh at the desperate strain our Politically Correct theologians go through to torture out statements that they want to make.

I wish scientists a lot of luck finding intelligent life in the universe, because it’s pretty well extinct down here.

Brian reminds me that Whitaker Online began on September 12, 1998. For the first time, I will announce our WOL/BUGS anniversary on the right date instead of realizing it later.

I had been writing emails to a small group of people and one of them asked me to begin a blog for the Southern Nationalists. He got us started on the technical side, and there may have been fifty readers.

A good teacher learns more than his students do. I don’t think there is any other blog which has a tenth as much intellectual WORK in it as this one does. Everything has evolved, from my audience to my message to my whole approach.

If it were not so much against the political grain, the last twelve years could be the Montesque’s Essays of Blogdom, developing into the form of a modern blog just as the medium itself became general.

I can’t imagine anybody has learned as much from BUGS as I did developing it. As a graduate assistant in Political Science and then a professor of economics, I felt I had never really read the textbooks until I had to teach them.

The same is true of BUGS, on several levels.

The Southern Nationalist movement turned out to be a front for some Presbyterian theocrats, and it did the usual split. But I learned about blogs, and both sides in the split carried Whitaker Online, for which neither side ever forgave me.

All they were arguing about is ancient history. We are their only legacy, and it is one hell of a legacy.

In that long stretch of years, I couldn’t get my book out, surprise, surprise, it was a screed against the whole professorial class that tells people what to publish. One publisher took it on my credentials and then READ it, and then told me that they not only would not publish it, they were DESTROYING ALL CORRESPONDENCE relating to it!

There is such a thing as being TOO accurate!

I spoke at a New Orleans conference and found Stormfront. On Stormfront I was famous for cutting down the anti-whites but no one would use my arguments. That is the story of my life, so I used what I had, I EVOLVED what I had.

Twelve years down the road, we have a simple message and a group to spread it. Like supply and demand or Newtonian Physics, it sounds simple once you GET it. But the job of hammering it down and then slowly finding people who GET it has required thousands of hours of work by me, and even more by those who, for nothing but the Cause, did what I could not do.

It looks simple, in retrospect, but I have been a professional writer for many decades. One of the first things you learn about writing is that when a piece ends up looking so logical that the author just sat down and wrote what was on his mind, there is blood on the typewriter keys.

It is the easy flow of the professional writer that makes it look so easy. I don’t know how many people have said to me, “I can say things, but I can’t WRITE them” When a professional writer has rewritten his piece a dozen times, it is easy reading, it flows naturally, or LOOKS natural. Naturally people wonder why they can’t write exactly what they are thinking of exactly like that.

Gravity was around for billions of years when Newton came along. Everybody PRACTICED the economics of supply and demand for millennia, but nobody THOUGHT IT OUT until Adam Smith.

As In the development of WOL/BUGS, what you end up with looks like what you would have started with.

It’s OBVIOUS.

It’s SIMPLE.

What in the hell has Bob been DOING for twelve long years?

I said that the first thing they always asked people who were applying for Capitol Hill jobs was “How much Hill experience have you had?” There were about twenty thousand staffers on the Hill at the time, so it was an industry in itself.

Brian and I have been talking about the NASA budget. There were huge lobby groups paid handsomely by people they impressed with their activism.

The problem was, having no Hill experience, their money sources didn’t understand where the problems were.

First of all, practically nobody knew what an Appropriations Committee was. As you know, all real legislation is hammered out in committee and then passed, with a few amendments from the Floor, in the House itself.

Committee assignments are critical. Each congressman gets to be on two committees. This, as I say is critical, so the competition for certain committees is fierce. These are the two most critical decisions a congressman makes.

But to be on an Appropriations Committee, you have to give up BOTH of any other. You can be on only ONE Appropriations Committee, and that is your ONLY committee assignment.

Only a handful of people, outside of congressmen and SENIOR staffers, seem to know this. A congressman who dedicates his whole career to being on only one committee makes a huge decision. A congressman from Charleston spent his long career on the Military Appropriations Committee, became chairman of the naval appropriations committee, and the Charleston Navy Yard thrived.

NASA’s appropriations were handled by a an Appropriations Committee called “HUD-Independent Agencies.” A congressman who dedicates his entire career to getting more HUD appropriations is not going to like spending the money to go into space that could be building low-cost housing for the ghettoes in his district.

They HATE NASA.

The chairman of HUD-Independent Agencies was an inner-city Democrat, the Republicans’ Ranking Member was an inner-city “moderate.” Both of them had to split a budget between building houses and space exploration, and they didn’t get elected by getting money for space exploration.

Normally when the budget is endorsed by BOTH the Democratic chairman and the Republican Ranking member, it is a done thing. In 1977, they cut out the space telescope and the Jupiter Orbital Probe and the House leadership agreed to jam the vote through before the weekend and before the space community could launch a protest.

The space lobbies were all focusing on having generals speak at their luncheons and so forth. I found that the essence of the strategy was to ram it through before the space lobbies and scientists got wind of it and launched a grassroots protest.

As I have said before, what I did was to get John Ashbrook to delay the vote over the weekend. Filibustering is routine in the Senate, but you have to have a couple of old hands in the House to jam up the works for days.

That weekend would have been major news if it had been a liberal grassroots movement. Four hundred thousand telegrams came in. Almost all of America’s top aerospace experts, not to mention science fiction writers, were in the galleries by Monday.

Edward Teller came to John’s office personally to thank him.

As I said, normally a cut supported by both the chairman and the top Republicans on a committee is passed with maybe a few objections from the Floor. On Monday, with almost every single member there voting, we beat these changes about 350 to 80!

The congratulations were pouring in. John got supporters in areas he had never even looked for them before. On the Hill, it was well known that I was the staffer who did it, which took nothing from John. That’s the kind of thing he hired me for.

When people dedicated to NASA like Bob Dornan’s staff or a big space lobby congratulated me, I used the opportunity to explain to them what the big problem was with NASA money.

Now we get back to Bob’s Old Story. I had found the problem, I had made a solution that WORKED. And nobody had the slightest interest in any of it.

And NASA got shafted each year, regular as clock work.

If you will listen to me trying to recite the Mantra on the first Truck Roy interview, you will hear the reaction my complicated explanation on NASA’s money problem got. Compared to having some science fiction writer talk about the Future of Mankind, it was tedious.

I explained how I reached the grassroots protests on busing and other issues conservatives always talked about. I explained how I did it and they went deaf about halfway through.

I developed and used the Mantra and everybody saw me defeating the opposition, but they went deaf shortly after my explanation began.

This is Bob’s Old Story, the story of my political life.

Commentators pointed out to me that man is a very suggestible animal. That is the sort of thing that is worth cogitating on a lot. In fact, very little is said in BUGS that is not applicable to a lot more than politics.

Wordism is a danger in every phase of life, but people have never before even NAMED it. People getting older, and everyone is, often complain about how they must rest a lot and that keeps them from doing what they WANT to do.

That is the power of suggestion AND a form of Wordism. These people have been raised to believe that doing things is all that is fun. They really believe it.

But I have realized that resting is what I WANT to do. Young people do not enjoy resting as much as we do. They have all that energy pumping in them, and they feel that any time spent resting and not SLEEPING is wasted.

To them, it is. It is hard for a teenager to just rest and it is impossible for a baby to do anything but go into what for us would be a coma.

I was a workaholic. I either passed out from exhaustion or drank myself comatose.

As usual, with all this buildup, my conclusion sounds very anticlimactic to people who are glued to news and Jews. I have made a major discovery. Everybody is afraid of getting old because you are tired so much.

But, in fact, that is the major PLEASURE of old age.

My brother once offered my other brother, about eight years old, five dollars if he could sit still for five minutes. Back then, in the forties, five dollars was an unimaginable amount of money to anybody, much less a kid.

My brother didn’t even TRY. Torture would have at least been more exciting.

But when you get my age, your innards seem to throw off endomorphs if you just lie there and close your eyes. I tell you from experience it is something to look forward to.

This is important, like my other basics. No one will tell you you have something to look forward to as you age.

Until you are in your teens, you probably never have a time when you say, “I’d rather just sit here a while.” But when it happens to you, you can see it is the greatest pleasure there is as you get older. I have never heard anyone talk about this as a pleasure. But then again I don’t hear anybody mention the basic points I do.

Old people would rather impress youngsters with what they DID. It isn’t an ego trip to tell kids that resting is a pleasure for them.

In fact, the ego trip is telling young folks that if you weren’t so old and tired you would be in Afghanistan catching Ben Laden single-handed. The theme of most retired people’s rhetoric to young folks is how, if they wanted to , they could go out and get any job they wanted.

But that doesn’t do the young folks any good.

You don’t feel sorry for the oldsters in porch talk. Sure, we brag a lot, but then it’s open season for BS on the porch. But there is nothing like porch talk for lessening one’s concern for growing old.

Porch talk is the one place which really REQUIRES an old party or two. You can’t get up a baseball team without more kids, and you can’t get up a porch talk without old people. I remember when I had to study for exams and my old uncle and aunt were outside talking with the rest of the family.

It was AGONY! I wanted to be let out there the way a dog wants to be let in just to sit there with the family and just lie there with his eyes closed.

That is one reason I hate the phone. When I am having a Skype session with Brian, he lets me go instantly when I feel like resting. If you’re in a mood to rest at my age, you want to enjoy it before it goes away.

I tell Brian I’m tired, which is true, but it isn’t the “poor old guy is tired” young people always imagine. Sometimes it is after I’ve written a couple of pieces for BUGS, but just as often it is something I am looking forward to.

If you don’t know this, aging looks like an unalloyed curse to you. So this is important.

Resting actually puts out pheromones for us older people, in exactly the same way exercise does for you. Very young people seem to have a huge supply of speed in their innards which gives them their pheromone. But a healthy old person gets his pheromones in that very period of lying down that makes young folks sorry for them and, more important, that makes them dread aging.

You don’t feel sorry for a dog just lying there. He probably feels sorry for you.

My niece recently died of cancer. Her father, a doctor, was very relieved.

She was the only other convert to Catholicism in the family, though we all left the Methodist Church once it became a political party. She attended the Melkite Church where I was baptized. I called her priest and he was there at her deathbed but what he said gave me the shivers.

He talked about how she was out of her pain now. Her father and her priest were both clearly relieved at that.

Even if they decide not to EXTEND your agony, they are not allowed to ease your death. So they “take you off life support.” That’s OK for a coma, but in many other cases they simply allow a conscious patient to suffocate or worse.

Sweet, huh?

A priest online once told that every extra instant of Life was a blessing, even if you were in the last stages of spinal cancer. Nobody SEES this pro-life mentality in action. it’s a throw-back to pre-anesthetic surgery, except back then you were allowed alcohol.

Like circumcision, this is a routine agony inflicted in every hospital. It is not entirely accidental that it is inflicted on the two most helpless groups in our society, the newborn and the terminally ill.

Pro-life demands that a girl carry a rapist’s child and raise it. A mulatto baby has ruined many a white girl’s life.

It is particularly interesting that the pro-life movement is so CRUEL. But they try to shame abortionists by claiming they are the only ones interested in the helpless babies. But helpless people in agony like my niece, they are interested in not in the slightest.

Nowadays when people go to hear Dr. Kevorkian talk about assisted suicide, they are surprised that MOST of what he talks about is actually why white people should UNITE! The man is on parole, and very few parolees of advanced age talk a lot about the crime they were imprisoned for in public.

But it is of interest to me that the man who saw terminal agony and knew he would eventually go to prison for fighting it is now talking about white racial unity.

The media and his audiences are mystified by both those actions on the part of Dr. Death.

One final question, why is Kevorkian called Doctor Death but not one of the hundred million other doctors is called Doctor Agony?

My reading of history gets me into theological matters, but I have been hesitant to talk about them. But at the same time I had a strong feeling it was important.

Now, over eleven years in, I finally realize what a little THINKING would have made obvious. Nobody has made it clearer than I have that our problem is an Established RELIGION, not a viewpoint from Science or Intellectuality, but a RELIGION.

As I slap Dumb Robert over the head, I realize that a great deal of my practical, MUNDANE knowledge of THEOLOGY is the reason I understand Political Correctness so well. It is also the reason no one who works for our established faith, either as an acolyte or as a respectable conservative, can see reality.

To one who is a part of Political Correctness, PC is the Truth and the Culmination of All Things. In fact, the USE of those words would make its religious nature obvious. So they never apply the religious wording, but they apply the same doctrine every bit as rigidly.

There is a perfect symmetry between using “rubes” and rednecks as labels for those who do not Believe in Political Correctness and calling Unbelievers “heathens” and “pagans,” both words meaning country bumpkins or rednecks.

Herodotus had this attitude long before Christianity. Being an Indo-European, he gave us the earliest remaining — historians now would say “the earliest” factual accounts of ancient sites. But he did it for what we call a Modern historical reason; He was trying to prove that the gods of Greece were descended from the gods of Egypt, not from the gods of the rednecks from the Northern woods.

And, like those who call themselves historians today, he was dead wrong.

Theology is largely an attempt to explain away what is obviously wrong in one’s doctrine. History is largely an attempt to explain away what is wrong with OUR established religion’s dogma.

For a over half a millennium, the two great monotheistic faiths, Roman Christianity and Zoroastrianism, shared the world. Though competitors and often blood enemies, the two empires, Byzantine and Persian, referred to themselves as The Two Eyes of Civilization. Mani, who founded Manichaeism, was trying to unite the two great religions of his day and the Western world in his death’s-head theology.

Today no one would understand Mani’s universalist purpose. He is looked upon as an extremist though he saw himself as a centrist. He saw himself as a center of civilization against the rednecks. That is one thing that no historian who mentions Mani even considers. But Mani was sincerely trying to join the Two Eyes of Civilization against the Pagans, the polytheists, the rednecks.

Many have talked about how ridiculous yesterday’s True Faith preachers look today. The London preachers who denounced Jenner’s vaccination, the top theologians of the Established Church, spring to mind.

But at least those misguided theocrats are REMEMBERED. Who today remembers the respectable conservatives of their time, the Manis who tried to synthesize two piece of nonsense into a single, reasonable, whole pile of rubbish?

At least the doctrines are remembered. The fanatics are remembered because they had the courage to be just plain WRONG.

Those who sought to compromise nonsense are forgotten.

Kelso is irreplaceable. He is also a robot. I am up at 4 am and contacted him on Skype. He is ALWAYS there.

I used to be a lot like that, though I’ve never seen anybody as completely and consistently energetic as that man. As usual, he is at a convention and wants me to come. Then he said he would like me to go the CofCC in Nashville. I told him a long time ago I would never go to another convention.

But Jamie is a champion promoter, and champion promoters do not give up.

I told him that all the energy I have to spare goes into BUGS and there’s not enough for that. I feel awful when one of us comes up with something great like White Rabbit and is disappointed at my lack of attention. I am deeply impressed by the practical discussions of You Tube productions and your producing them.

It is FAR less forgivable for me to fail to listen to productions I BEG you to come up with than it is for me to miss one more Movement get together. On this you need to be VERY forgiving.

Please remember I have spent FIFTY YEARS going to political get-togethers. I have made hundreds of speeches. I have written hundreds. I have listened to thousands. Worse I have had TWO nervous breakdowns.

A person who has had one of those, much less two, is like a person with heart attacks. He gets tired or worried and feels what just could be the onset of another one.

But what I said about BUGS to Kelso needs to be shared with you. I asked him if the organizations he is dealing with is using the Mantra. He said yes. Then I said no one had reported it to me, and he said they were just getting started, which was why they weren’t using it.

BUGS is not like other groups who insist that everybody use their methods and our methods ONLY. We just realize that we are the one that has to do it. We concentrate on mental discipline, and when we say The Mantra we mean The Mantra, not some translation of our genocide into some victimization of whites theme.

I went to CofCC a few times when they used OUR stuff. Sam Francis would contact me before each issue and ask for WOL articles for the Citizens’ Informer. Sam died and that was the INSTANT end of that. They are doing their thing and we are doing ours.

If I hear White Christian Civilization one more time I think I’m going to puke, as Stokeley Carmichel said about Six Million Jews. I can’t TAKE it any more, gang! BUGS is not a church.

Anyway I wanted to share this with you, since I was talking to Kelso about the mission of BUGS in general.

Back in the days before every white gentile went into automatic fetal position, their reaction was passive-aggression.

A reporter demanded to know if the country club John Kennedy belonged to barred Jews. His reply was, “Hell, they don’t even let in CATHOLICS.”

Barry said he belonged to a country club, but they only let him play nine holes because he was half Jewish.

Goldwater said he was sick and tired of being saying he waffled on integration:

“If someone asks me about segregation, I look them straight in the eye and say: ‘Where are you FROM?’”

They looked up Wallace’s records from his combat days and found that he had been treated for extreme stress. Was he able to take on the responsibility of being president?

Wallace answered, “After the treatment psychiatrists approve me to go back to the war.”

He added, “I have papers that say I’M sane. What have YOU got?”

We are actually getting out there and USING the Mantra. I can now use your examples of the results. One has to do with this passive-aggressive method. Most of the “replies” to the Mantra are simply pointing out that the responder is for Love and Brotherhood and we are against it.

An old anti-Communist told us at the Republican Leadership Training Convention in 1962 that his opponents in debate would point out that Communism was for Equality, Brotherhood, Fairness and so forth. How could he be against this Idealism?

He responded, “You remind me of a fish swimming along who sees a worm a fisherman is using as bait. The fish says to himself, That is good food, good protein, and it will taste good. Why shouldn’t I eat it?”

He then said, “The problem with the worm is the same problem you don’t see in Communism:

“There’s a HOOK in it!”

You can USE this.

And while we are in practical debate mode, let me remind you of Pain’s absolutely brilliant method for introducing the Mantra:

“Do you want to hear my Conspiracy Theory?”

People will.

In a REAL discussion that is pure gold! You get in the Mantra as they are waiting for the joke!

Passive-aggressive strategy again. There’s nothing like it.

Pierce’s comment that he had no one living to take his place has haunted me. After his death, his great words and movement lost the coherence he had given it. One reason for this may have been that Pierce was TOO brilliant. He would have been dissatisfied with anyone because no one had the breadth of knowledge he had.

I am, as Brian so well put it, an old man with experience to relate, knowledge to share, a Porch Talker. All of us raised with the Porch Talkers were given what young people SHOULD be given, a non-nonsense world view, a Way of Thinking. Grandpa never told us he was a hero like the Greatest Generation or what we had to believe to be Real Men. Grandpa never claimed to be as brilliant as Dr. Pierce REALLY WAS.

Old Grandpa used to say…” never end with a point of absolute Doctrine. And he did not give us that overworked capitalized term, Wisdom. He gave us the real thing, the small-lettered wisdom.

Porch wisdom was not aimed at What You Youngsters Should Be. It was not What You Youngsters Should Believe. It was little bits of practical mental experience that can be used by a priest or an atheist, a doctor or lawyer or Indian Chief. In fact it was the kind of real wisdom that put the Indian chiefs out of business while they spouted Ancient Wisdom.

For that we were supposed to go to the Preacher on Sunday. The Preacher was boring and he got us there by force. We listened to porch talk with pleasure. I remember when I had an exam coming and I had to study my books while I could hear the talk going on when an old guy was visiting. It was torture! I wanted to be out there so BAD!

As Brian notes, porch wisdom consist of “This is how I did it right and this is how I did it wrong.” No self-righteous Mommy Professor demanding you adhere to The Line.

In fact, I can tell WHICH old man’s porch talk my family is quoting without their giving the name. He had a consistency there, as clear as the Preacher or Mommy Professor, but it was not how to Avoid Damnation or Mommy Professor’s constant theme of How Great the World Would Be IF Me and My Fellow Idealists and Intellectuals ruled the World.

You certainly can’t identify a particular preacher or Mommy Professor by quoting him. Mommy Professors all say the same thing and the Preacher always says something that clearly came from a Pulpit, and not just on religious matters.

But Porch Talk IS consistent. The old man has a worldview, or, less grandiosely, he has a tested idea of WHAT WORKS. His stories range around a whole lifetime, but if you listen, the VIEW is consistent, which is why we can tell WHICH old man said it.

And each of them left a LEGACY, not a set of carbon copies.

One of the most basic expectations that Bob had was that we would go out and get new people to read the blog. Spreading the message is two fold, spread the mantra and recruit new people to spread the mantra.

Over the past week I convinced two people on our side to read WOL.

Have you recruited anyone recently?