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Anybody using today’s political logic in 1868 would have concluded that Reconstruction in the South was permanent. Absolutely every kind of arithmetic and political logic said so.
A major portion of the Southern white male population was dead. All its natural leadership, consisting of men who had held the rank of Colonel or above in the Confederate Army, was disfranchised. In the Deep South, blacks were a majority before the decimation of the white males in the War. In other Southern states the mountain vote was Republican.
And as today a huge segment of the white population was anti-white.
Now let us add the “practical” considerations. Federal occupation secured the entire Southern vote for the Republicans who ruled in Washington.
What in the HELL could change all that?
Logically, nothing could.
The Soviet Empire simply could not just vanish. Nothing was less likely in 1981.
What happened to the USSR was simply that it existed on force. What happened to Reconstruction was that it existed on force.
The Soviet Empire was a constant effort. Reconstruction was a constant effort. Our rule in Iraq is a constant effort. Robert Ardrey pointed out in the 1970s that, for some reason, occupations do not last.
Most people are deeply impressed by the all-out effort, the vast dedication, and the forces that are dedicated to multiracialism.
To me that sheer effort is the sure sign that it is doomed.
We have been this way before.
Dave says in his latest comment, “Don’t you see that that is what Bob Whitaker is trying to say?”
After what seems like a million years in this game what I say is very profound precisely because it is, IN RETROSPECT, so obvious. Let’s take hammering the Mantra in as an example.
The Mantra strategy goes right back to the oldest rule discovered and used by Western military strategists. Giant Eastern armies used hordes of soldiers whipped into frenzy to frighten their enemies into panic. From the Greek Hoplites to the Romans, Westerners developed an anti-terror approach.
In other words, facing terror tactics from the East, they developed a discipline to counter it. The Hoplites were a disciplined group standing sh9uld to shoulder against the screaming masses of Eastern forces.
Roman soldiers developed this further. In direct contrast to the screaming hordes of their enemies they learned to ignore the shrieks of their enemies and to stand shoulder-to-should in a line that did not pay any attention to the emotion and sheer number of the forces against them. They dealt directly with only one thing: the part of the enemy forces that was actually coming up against them.
The numbers of emotion of the forces that were COMING at them was ignored. They stood shoulder to shoulder and killed the disorganized, emotionally charge forces that actually REACHED them.
When you do that, the overwhelming masses and screams that were such a part of war in the East became irrelevant. No matter how they yell, the only ones who matter are the ones who actually reach your lines. And the ones who actually reach your lines from the screaming masses are disorganized pushovers.
Flash forward to the famous British Thin Red Line. If they had thought about what those Zulus would DO to them if they lost they WOULD have lost. But their whole approach was to ignore that and:
“Stay in Formation! Load! Aim! FIRE!”
I am not impressed that non-whites can get a hundred thousand demonstrators at with a snap of their fingers. It is the same old equation whites have always faced. Non-whites were always infinitely more impressive. And they always lost.
There is an old adage of Western military strategy: “One native can beat one civilized – white – soldier.” “In a battle between ten savages and ten white soldiers, the outcome is a tossup.”
“But when there are a hundred disciplined white soldiers, the savages, a thousand or a million, are doomed.”
The reason for this is old and obvious. There may a million of them, but only a limited number can reach your front line. If you stand and blast THOSE out of existence, the next wave is climbing over bodes, and it is even more vulnerable.
Stand shoulder to shoulder, and fire at the ones in front of you.
Thousands of times, from the Hoplites to the Thin Red Line, through millennia, soldiers felt suffocated by this conformity: “Our enemies are using variation and psychological warfare. Shouldn’t we be flexible and adopt some of that?”
The answer was, “Why? Do you see any sign that their crap is WORKING?”
Hit them with the Mantra. No matter what their numbers at their rallies, hit the ones who you actually reach with the Mantra.
As the thousands smashed against the Roman line or the Thin Red Line, anyone looking at the battlefield would have seen only the thousands coming on. But in the end the thousands were slaughtered.
Don’t tell me about News and Jews.
Stay in formation.
Load. Aim. Fire.
I spend a good deal of my time being furious and grief-stricken over the death of everything I was ever loyal to. Don’t let my “poise” fool you. I suffer from this all the time.
This is part of war. You see people you are close to die. You face humiliation and the enemy tries his best to make you feel hopeless. Whether it is in combat or in the bloodier battle of drug recovery, you have to watch while people you are close to die or are crippled for life. You get no respite. In fact the moment when someone gets hit is the moment when you can least afford to give yourself up to grief.
In one incident someone said to me, “He’s DEAD!”
I could see that.
The guy kept saying “He’s DEAD.” as if he thought I didn’t CARE. I was busy trying to keep me and HIM from being dead.
About the fifth time he said “He’s DEAD!” I replied, “So what am ***I*** supposed to DO about it?”
Which is the point.
You can’t do anything about the dead. This is the simplest point in war. It is also the HARDEST point about war one has to learn to face. Almost every critical lesson in life and especially war consist of points that are simple but cruelly HARD on a normal human being.
And not just human beings.
One of the most heart-rending parts of Meerkat Manor was when the group poor doomed Mozart belonged to was down to two members. Mozart was still looking for danger, but the other meerkat was doing nothing but cuddling up to Mozart. It died that night.
I identified more with those two meerkats than I can with human beings who have never been betrayed.
Mozart had been kicked out of her troop a couple of times, so she had experience of being alone, a situation which normally kills meerkats. She tried again and almost made it back.
Mozart certainly took every chance to cuddle with her dwindling fellows in the shrinking tribe. Almost all meerkats begin in a big group and then either never have offspring or start their own. Almost any large meerkat group has been at what we would call Valley Forge more than once. PLEASE don’t obsess on the historical example I give.
Stick with my POINT.
All meerkats cuddle. As the group gets smaller, they do so more desperately.
By the same token, all humans grieve. Humans need to grieve But when a meerkat does nothing BUT cuddle, he is lost.
All of us humans need to VENT. We need to see our anger and loss and express it to each other. But when all we do is talk about how bad things are, we are lost.
We can all see this. This is appoint which is simple but not EASY. In meerkat, there is a very fine line between doing the cuddling that is necessary for survival and giving up the ghost. All meerkat tribes go through this stage repeatedly.
Those who can deal with unbearable losses and go on survive. Those who fall short on that thin line between grieving and giving up the ghost die.
When we deal with the phenomenon of defeatism, there is no easy away to state it. Nothing is harder than rational grieving. But that line is the one that determines survival in ALL social animals.
Lead SF banner on Stormfront Radio:
This is a major win for the Mantra.
I have seen these major wins for each of my separate pieces of lone strategy through the years, but I had no one to explain it to. It would a gratuitous insult to David Duke, who has spent his left out there fighting for our racial survival, to say I taught him about white genocide. I didn’t.
In the same way it would be a hideous insult to Confederate leaders to say that General Lee taught them to fight the Yankees. Lee would be the first to say that his soldiers and his fellow leaders came equipped with their loyalty and courage and their knowing who was right and their willingness to die for it.
So what was LEE’S special contribution? He was one of the great military STRATEGISTS in history.
The people who hired me in politics were already IN office. I didn’t put them in office. They hired me and put me at THEIR level. They said I was a special strategist and put their money behind that judgment.
If you understand why I had to put the above four paragraphs in, it is easy to see why I cannot explain to people when I see a MONUMENTAL step forward. You and I have devoted enormous effort to putting the Mantra to center stage, and it is a reason for celebration. But the moment we try to explain what we did, the attacks will begin.
We will be told we are taking credit for David Duke’s being interested in the disappearance of his race. I get tired just thinking about it.
I did not make John Ashbrook an anti-Communist. I did not make Bill Rusher a leader in the battle to unite the Wallace vote — now the Reagan Democrats – with the regular conservative vote.
What I got paid for is an aspect of politics totally unknown to people in general. In the 1980 presidential campaign, Reagan made a crucial campaign change specifically because of my recommendation through Rusher. I did not make Ronald Reagan what he was, but I was CRUCIAL.
I did not invent the Hubble Telescope. But it would not be up there without me.
Because I had a STRATEGY.
You are now going with me through ONE of my strategic moves. It took YEARS to get SF to START talking about white genocide EFFECTIVELY instead of Zionist interests.
But that is the LAST thing anybody wants to hear about. They want to know what the Great Conspiracy had to do with the main headlines. They want to know how I am INSULTING leaders by presuming to advise them.
People want to know how often I SAW Ronald Reagan not how I was instrumental in the strategy that elected him. They want to see me in Crisis Mode in the Oval Room rather than typing out Memos at two in the morning in my apartment to people who would influence Reagan by a few words.
It took a thousand repetition of the Mantra on our start to get those two words, “White Genocide.” On the SF banner, the way it is on ours.
And I guarantee you, if you try to show how important it is, the discussion will immediately go to what the NEXT SF banner will say.
How often did I SEE Ronald Reagan? As little as I possibly could. To me, the general attitude toward power and strategy is like a person thinking that power is represented by an Eagle Scout getting his hundredth merit badge from the President Himself.
It was major step forward for me when I saw Pain and Simmons having a MUTUAL, INDEPENDENT discussion of their JOINT action in the field. To me it was a major step forward when the words “White Genocide” hit the banner of SF.
I am not insulting David Duke. I am not claiming we are the first people to ever MENTION genocide against our race.
It is ONE MORE evidence of our STRATEGIC breakthrough.
But we cannot explain it to others as long as they do not bother to understand the specific nature of STRATEGY.
But if everybody DID understand it, I would not be comfortably retired now.
An unknown voice speaking as Peter delivers the following comment:
“It would be more to the point to suggest that you were ATTEMPTING to deprogram a cult.”
This was in response to Simmons’s comment that we are deprogramming a cult when we deal with Political Correctness. Now whoever said this would have said the same thing if neither Simmons nor I had never been born. There is always somebody who wants to sound profound by saying, “Ah, but the forces against us are POWERFUL!”
This is supposed to be the profound and MASCULINE voice in our conversation, “Boy, what you don’t realize is that it’s a hard, hard world out there.” It is the surrender motto perfected by the Masturbation Generation. Their sergeant taught them you can’t fight City Hall. So a real, tough experienced man shows his manhood by giving up.
Oddly enough, I have some nodding acquaintance with the world outside this room. I will even go so far as to suggest that everyone in this blog is aware that the forces against us are pretty substantial, though this ten millionth reminder of it cannot be anything but impressive.
I am deeply impressed. I am so deeply impressed I think I’ll go puke before I finish this piece.
Not denying the enormity of Wisdom behind all the thousands of Basso Profundos I’ve heard, I might suggest that it comes at a cost to the heroic masculine experience and wisdom soaked being who utters it. That cost is that he hasn’t listened to anything anybody outside PC has said since 1945.
If Mister Masculine Experience had read this blog, he would have seen example after example after example of the steady deprogramming going on. He may even have heard that it took decades for this deprogramming at the top to filer down. The lag time in this day of the internet is down considerably, but Basso Profundo is not aware there IS a lag time, so this is a note to others.
All of the icons of my youth are falling at the top levels. Equal innate racial IQ was at the top of the list as unquestionable. It’s gone now. Ex Oriente Lux, the absolute basis of History 101 in my youth, is gone now. The Holocaust is more and more seen as questionable history with teeth. The idea that the program of “anti-racism” is simply anti-white genocide sells like hotcakes because it’s true. It always was, but it seemed too far-fetched in the segregation days.
I just did a piece on whites’ right to discriminate. In my youth, this could not be sold. But by opening up reparations at their peak of power, minorities have opened up the question of who is owed what, which is one they would not DARE have discussed in my youth, even with Ex Oriente Lux in power, which gave all the white man’s credit to the Middle East. But TODAY the logic of reparations takes us back to logic, that a white skin is a far more just ticket to privilege than the name Kennedy or Rockefeller.
But Basso Profundo noted none of this. Basso Profundo was one of those waiting to say what he would have said had I never been born.
The fact that the media hated us anti-liberals had its definite advantages. If the media had watched Teddy Kennedy the way it watched us, Chappaquiddick would never have happened.
The Kennedys are well known drunkards and nutcases. It takes one to know one, you know. But the only problem they ever had in the media was that they wore their haloes too tight.
That is good and it is bad. It spared us a lot of grief. There were a lot of things we never had to worry about because, if one of us was doing something naughty, it would be in the Washington Post.
The exception proved the rule. Congressmen Bob Bauman and Jon Hinson were blatant homosexuals and we had no idea of it. Long before Gay Lib, we had a saying about the meida, “Homo is holy.”
So Bauman and Hinson were allowed to get away with it to such an extent that one day I showed up a a quarter to eight in the morning in the Longworth Building where our offices were and found network TV camers taking photos of the bathroom door near our office. It turned out that right there, where I went potty, Hinson and his crowd had been staging orgies.
Hinson and Bauman really went out of their way to get caught. But we had no idea of any of it.
It was an embarrassment, and in Bauman’s case, it was a real loss. We just didn’t talk about it.
We were caught completely flatfooted, which made me understand what liberals missed by not having a really hostile press.
There were many instances of this. One was a case where the FBI caught congressmen stuffing their pockets with bribes in a sting operation. Only one Republicans was involved, but the Democrats who were caught were heavy hitters in the leadership.
When someone hinted at a bribe to me, I said, “Do you have any idea what the penalties are for bribing a congressional staffer?”
It only happened once.
The first reason for this is that I am a wonderful moral paragon. The other is that the potential briber was probably a plant from a liberal outfit and I would have been caught redhanded.
But the Democrats got to the point where they were caught stuffing cash in their pockets.
That seems kind of stupid. But what the fact is that they were used to getting away with anything because they were liberals.
An entirely different example of the same phenomenon was the fact that the media hate anti-Communists. Today you will hear media people say that the reason for 9/11 was that Americans supported Isama Ben Laden and his crowd against the Russians in Afghanistan.
Well, I DID.
But what the media is really upset about is that we helped destroy the Peoples’ Peace Loving Democratic Republics. They don’t give a damn about the dead Americans on 9/11.
So what is the upside to this?
It si this: Those of us who fought the Communists actually remember OUR history.
Members of the Greatest Generation have totally forgotten what they were like when they did it in their pants and left their rifles on D-Day. That was sixty years ago.
In his own mind, every one of them is now the gutsy, dirty hero in the WWII movies, fighting against racism and fascism.
Not one person in the group that calls itself The Greatest Generation has the slightest real memory of the war itself. They are covered with praise. They are LOST in praise.
I don’t have that luxury. I also don’t habe that delusion.
It isn’t fun thinking of what the media COULD connect me with. If they could get me or my allies in connection with some of the really nasty stuff that went on — and there is no statute of limitations on a lot of that — they would.
I can’t AFFORD delusions.
Whcih makes me remember the way things WERE, not John Wayne war movies.
Would you rather be a hypnotized hero or someone who remembers exactly how things were?
If I want to be hypnotized, I can go back on drugs.
(Reprinted to Blog from email list of 9/3/05)
*** Bob’s Insider’s Message ***
Je Ne Se Quois
I probably didn’t spell it right, and I couldn’t care less.
I learned Spanish and German and other languages, but never French. They take their little language too seriously. Also, my Austrian wife wouldn’t let me use any French. She said she couldn’t stand hearing a MAN speak French.
Anyhow, Anyhow, Je ne se quois means nothing but, “I don’t know what.” If I say “you have a certain I don’t know what,” you would wait for me to figure out something to actually say. But if someone says, “You have a certain je ne se quois,” a Yuppie or an Intellectual will think you are Magnifique!
Magnifique is French for what the black guys call,”A Bad Dude.” If the subject is female, the black guys say something I can’t repeat here.
Je ne se quois drives ‘em wild up in the circles where a Modern Artist can crack a toilet seat and sell it for a million dollars. But if they picture an ugly, swarthy Frenchman wearing lipstick and rouge saying je ne se quois with his lips stuck out so far they drip a bit, the intellectuals and yuppies pass out with pure admiration.
Most actual Americans — not Yuppies or “intellectuals” — never realize HOW American they are until they live in Europe for the first time. I was eighteen years old, not only living in Europe for the first time, but a teenager.
Nasty but true things about America really bothered me.
I was working for a businessman who, in addition to having a doctorate in engineering, regularly dictated letters in English, Italian, French, and, of course, German. When I wasn’t in a kiln shifting brick or traveling with him on business, I would be doing some German to English translation with him. He spoke excellent English, but it is always better to have a native speaker translate INTO his own language.
Once he asked me an innocent question that really embarrassed me. He showed me some pages from an American book where there was a lengthy quote in French. He asked, me, “Wouldn’t it have been better if he had written this whole section in French?”
Yes, it would have, but to explain this to him I had to reveal what morons New York writers are, and he thought New York was America.
The reason the writer didn’t write it in French was because he couldn’t write in French. Correct writing is MUCH harder than speaking. And if you use the wrong grammar, a Frenchman will have a stroke. All the other sophisticates will laugh at you.
Even if the writer COULD write in French, as William Buckley and all his sycophants keep reminding us that he can, the readers couldn’t read that much French.
So what the writer is doing is showing how sophisticated he is and letting the people who are “sophisticated” enough to decipher a little French know how sophisticated THEY are. This is a little hard for an eighteen-year-old to explain to a man to whom foreign languages are as much a tool of the trade as knowing the proper temperature at which clay should be dried before firing.
He was, of course, a little incredulous. He could not believe that grown men did this sort of thing.
He didn’t know the half of it.
I hope he never saw that cracked toilet seat.
Auf wieder sehen, “Until we meet again.”
(Reprinted to Blog from email list of 8/27/05)
*** Bob’s Insider’s Message ***
Harry Truman had two enormous strokes of luck that gave him two terms in the White House.
The first was recited by William “Fishbait” Miller, who was the House Doorkeeper for some thirty years. Doorkeeper is a top staff position. Most of us old-timers remember Fishbait’s Big Moments. When the President would come to address the House or a joint session.
Miller would walk in with the mace in his hand and shout, “Mister Speaker, the President of the United States.”
Miller was a tiny man with a huge voice. He was called “Fishbait” because he was so small.
But Fishbait knew EVERYTHING about Capitol Hill.
The Doorkeeper is exactly like the butler in a wealthy home in the old days. He knows everything and keeps his mouth shut.
When Miller wrote his autobiography, called “Fishbait,” he didn’t reveal many secrets. But one he did talk about is a major event in history that nobody knows about.
Senator James Byrnes of South Carolina was appointed to the Supreme Court in 1941. In 1942 he gave up that lifetime appointment to become “Assistant to the President” for Roosevelt.
NOBODY gives up a seat on the United States Supreme Court for ANY other government job. But in his new job Byrnes was with Roosevelt all the time. He had obviously gotten a BIG promise from Roosevelt, and Byrnes was no fool.
It was obvious to everybody that Roosevelt was preparing Byrnes to be his successor. Byrnes would not have taken the job for any other reason.
Roosevelt was too sick to attend the Democratic nominating convention which nominated him for his fourth term in 1944. He was perfectly aware that he would not live out the term. FDR knew very well that when he named a vice presidential candidate he was naming the next president. So he told everybody who was going to the convention to tell the convention that his choice was, obviously, James F. Byrnes.
Byrnes was a segregationist and a Southern conservative. FDR’s wife Eleanor was fanatically anti-white. She went to the convention and announced that FDR’s choice was Harry Truman. “Fishbait” stated flatly what was obvious: Eleanor got Truman made vice president and therefore president.
Roosevelt, said “Fishbait,” had a fit. But there was nothing he could do about it once Truman was already announced as the nominee.
Contrary to all the crap you hear today, Truman was a VERY unpopular president. Thurmond broke with him to run as a Dixiecrat and far leftists, frankly and openly led by Communists, set up the Progressive Party to oppose him from the left. Everybody assumed in 1948 that Truman would lose.
Despite the rather stupid Stalinists who set up the Progressive Party, serious leftists realized that the election of Truman and a Democratic majority in both Houses was absolutely critical. Republicans were looking forward to exposing the heavy Communist influence in the New Deal and the World War II government.
There is no longer any doubt about this. When KGB files were opened after the fall of Communism in the USSR, everybody was absolutely astonished that even Senator McCarthy had underestimated how many Democrats, in the Administration and in Congress, were actually PAID agents of the Soviet Union.
If you read the editorials during the 1948 campaign, you will see that everybody assumed Truman was a goner. In 1946 Republicans had won a giant majority in both Houses of Congress for the first time since 1928.
By what others consider a trick of fate, Truman was reelected and both Houses of Congress went Democratic. We have all heard of the miracle of the 1948 election. We have all seen the picture of a smiling Harry Truman showing off the headline in a New York newspaper, “DEWEY WINS.”
Truman had the incredible luck of being picked by Eleanor Roosevelt, even though he was almost an unknown. In 1948 he had the luck to be the man whose election was absolutely critical to the left.
After World War II in the House, conservative Democrats like Byrnes and conservative Republicans worked so closely together on committees on subversion that you couldn’t tell which party they belonged to. During World War II they were silent because Russia was Our Beloved Ally.
If Byrnes had been elected the liberal Democrats would have been doomed. If the Republicans had won in 1948 America would have gone after Stalin the way they went after Hitler under Roosevelt.
Or it all could have been an accident.
(Reprinted to Blog from email list of 8/20/05)
*** Bob’s Insider’s Message ***
I was a political appointee of the President, but before and after that I spent time in the regular career civil service.
So when I was appointed by Reagan to the Office of Personnel Management(OPM), another Big Presidential Appointee pulled out the organization chart and showed me how they had come in and reorganized OPM.
I have a reputation for laughing in all the wrong places, but in this case I managed to keep a perfectly straight face.
You see, every time a new administration comes in the professional civil service wants to keep them from rocking the boat. The standard way of keeping them occupied was something we called “playing alphabet soup.”
Every new cabinet secretary is going to Clean Up the Mess in Washington by making everything logical and orderly. So he takes the Office of Career Development (OCD) out of the Directorate of Training (DOT) and moves it to the Human Resources Development Unit (HRU).
Every administration appointee works on shuffling this alphabet soup around far into the night. By the time he has reorganized everything, the dangerous period when the new administration might actually do something has passed, and everybody is settled into Business As Usual (BAU).
It makes not the slightest difference who is in what letters of the organizational alphabet soup. The same high-level career people will be doing the same thing they have been doing for the past twenty years.
This is all well and good, except that people get hung up in trying to follow all the movements of the letters, and respectable conservatives debate the merits of this arrangement vs. that arrangement and argue with liberals over the most minute details of having this agency under that agency and so on, and forget the main point – that the same people are doing the same thing they have always done, and wrecking the country. This last detail seems to escape the notice of almost everyone who is allowed to appear in the media to tell us what is going on.
Getting caught up in following the shuffling is about as useful as playing the “shell game” with one of those con-men on a city bus. And a whole lot more disastrous for the country as a whole.
The reason we are expending the effort to bring you WOL, a radio program, and my book, is that someone needs to call attention to that forgotten detail, the one that everyone seems to have overlooked while following the shuffling.
(Reprinted to Blog from email list of 8/13/05)
*** Bob’s Insider’s Message ***
The Emperor’s Clothing Store
Does anybody remember how that old story, The Emperor’s New Clothes ended?
A little boy said, “But he doesn’t have any clothes on.”
At that point, everybody was shamed. They had been told that if they did not see the New Clothes, it just showed they were not Worthy. When a little boy said what they could all see, they were shamed to realize they had been made fools of.
But the Professional Market Analysts and the Modern Artists are ALWAYS being exposed. As I keep pointing out on my radio show the Wall Street Journal regularly reports scientific studies that demonstrate that monkeys throwing darts do just as well as professional market analysts.
The Andy Warhol who cracks a commode and sells it for a million dollars is a fraud everybody knows about, but he is not the only person who gets the million. The Professional Art Critics and Art Professors live like kings, too.
And nobody notices.
Nothing professors require us to believe in ever works. But nobody minds. The next time they raise tuition everybody will complain, again, that tuition is being raised too much.
Our professor-priesthood, they say, is asking for too much more pay.
Nobody ever points out that there is no reason to pay them at all.
The end of “The Emperor’s New Clothes” ought to be different.
The kid said, “He doesn’t have any clothes on.”
“The people said, ‘We can all see that. When is the Emperor going to raise our taxes and order an even BETTER set of clothes that don’t exist?’”
(Reprinted to Blog from email list of 8/6/05)
*** Bob’s Insider’s Message ***
The title of my program this week on Internet Radio is “What is Truth?” linked at:
The title “What is Truth” sounds abstract, but it is intensely practical. The program is not about what the truth is, but how to tell that something is NOT the truth.
If you want to know what the truth IS, you go to a scientist or a prophet.
But if you want an expert on how to tell what is NOT true, you go to a professional in politics.
And here I am.
No one would last a day on Capitol Hill or in any other responsible position if he did not keep firmly in mind what is NOT truth. If a person has a REASON to say something, he is almost certainly deviating from the facts.
In other words, if you are on Capitol Hill and you assume a lobbyist is telling the strict truth, you had better find another line of work.
But this is not just true in politics. If someone is trying to sell you something you do not assume he is being 100% straight with you. The minute you know what he is after is the minute you stop treating him as an objective observer and a reference.
But in some areas of life, we forget this.
If someone says you should not believe something because it makes you a Nazi, he is not saying it is the truth. In fact, the minute someone says you should not say something because of its IMPLICATIONS, he is telling you he is perfectly willing to lie about it.
For the public good, of course.
For your own good, of course.
But the bottom line is that he is justifying a lie.
When someone says that questioning the Holocaust is evil because it offends people or because it has bad implications he is saying the present version of the Holocaust must be believed whether it is true or not.
When someone says you must not believe that white gentiles have a right to survive as a group because believing that makes you a Nazi and offends people, he is also saying that you must believe it whether it is true or not.
He is saying you should lie about it.
You have to use he same logic in politics that you use when you buy a house or a car. Remember that taxes cost you a lot more than your house and your car put together. When someone says you should believe in government programs because they MEAN well, not because they WORK, he is selling you a bill of goods that makes your new car look cheap.
Always remember this:
When someone has a reason for saying something, he is not saying it because it is true.
(Reprinted to Blog from email list of 7/30/05)
*** Bob’s Insider’s Message ***
c/o Time Warp Mail Service
Dear Mr. Franklin,
You are facing extremely serious legal problems.
1) Your invention of bifocal lens.
You have no qualifications whatsoever in the fields of optometry or ophthalmology. You are ordered to cease and desist from the use or discussion of this product.
Lawsuits have been lodged against you by people whose bifocals have broken and gashed their skins. Others say that they confuse the eyes and cause double vision.
2) Your invention of the stove
Your Franklin Stove has caused serious injury to a very large number of people. Children playing have bumped into it and been burned by it. You have no Federally-approve set of directions for its use, so you are personally responsible for every accident that occurs in using your product.
3) Your discovery of the Gulf Stream
As with optometry in the case of your invention of bifocals, you are practicing meteorology with no degree or other qualifications in the subject.
While no one has yet been able to formulate an actual lawsuit against you on this subject, you have made a laughing-stock of yourself by going outside the field of printing, where you do have some actual credentials.
You are in deep trouble in other areas.
Your comments about Quakers, Indians and other minority groups were definitely Hate Speech.
You are charged with manslaughter and armed robbery in aiding and abetting in the robbery of America from the Native Americans.
Other charges are pending.
The Association of Experts, Lawyers, Professors and Other Authorities in the Year 2005
(Reprinted to Blog from email list of 7/23/05)
*** Bob’s Insider’s Message ***
In the last Insider Letter I explained what real power was and how one plays the game.
It is a very private game.
As I said, one who uses the real thing is not that interested in credit. In fact, it is a straight tradeoff. The more power people know you have the less effective you are.
The president of the United States has very little real power. To get elected and reelected he must keep his options very limited. What the people you read about fight for is the title.
When I first went to Capitol Hill, my boss told me, “Bob, I spend all my time talking to people and taking care of problems and meeting deadlines and reading. I have no time to THINK.”
Then he said, “I want you to THINK for me.”
You may say he was handing power over to me, but that’s not true. If John Ashbrook had said, “You just do the thinking and I’ll do whatever you want done,” that would have given ME a lot of power over him.
But he did not tell me to do my own thinking for me any more than he asked someone he was dictating a letter to write his letter for him. I was hired to do HIS thinking for him. That is a matter of loyalty, which a senior staffer has to have in large amounts.
Many times what I wanted was not what John Ashbrook wanted. I was paid to think of exactly what John Ashbrook would like to say if he had the time to think of it and I was paid to get what John Ashbrook wanted.
Since what John Ashbrook wanted and what I wanted were almost always the same thing, this gave me a lot of power to do what I wanted to do. But I never even shaded anything I did for him my way.
A couple of times I put my job on the line by saying I simply could not go along with something. He would have another staffer do it. In one case I think my refusal was what decided him on an issue.
But it was all in the open.
More than once he had to take my word for something and go for it without knowing exactly why, as when we saved the Hubble Telescope. But it was always something he would have wanted if he had had the time to think it over and which he was later grateful to me.
Real power is, as I said, a very private business. Often when I tell someone something I am not interested in their agreeing with me. What I am telling them is a means by which I can judge them.
The best example is what I tell them about John Ashbrook’s death. John died in April of 1982. For fourteen years the entire civil rights establishment had been fighting to get Martin Luther King’s birthday declared a national holiday. John had stood in the way.
Two months after John died they got their national holiday.
There are two Houses of Congress. John was one of 435 members of one of them.
A minority member.
Yet he stopped the whole civil rights establishment from getting its way and they got it two months after he died.
I mention this and watch the reaction of the person I am talking to.
They NEVER get it.
They want to talk about presidential primaries and third parties, where they think the real power is. No one has ever even asked me HOW a lone congressman was able to stop the whole civil rights establishment cold.
I have said that if you want exciting financial advice, you just need to go to a local bar, find a guy who can’t afford to buy his own drink, and he will give you lecture on how money should be invested and a sure-fire way to make real money. The guy who has never had money knows all about it.
The guy who has never exercised any power can give you endless advice on it. In fact, he is even more clueless about power than the one you buy the drink for is about money.
At least the moocher in the bar knows where real money IS.
People who lecture you about real power don’t even know where power is.
Reprinted to Blog from email list of 7/16/05)
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In his autobiography Benjamin Franklin said that one way he got things done was by giving credit to others for things he had come up with, even if he had done the work.
I exercised real power by dong the same thing. I would 1) come up with an idea, 2) find someone who could benefit by pushing it through.
In my case this was not as self-sacrificing as Franklin was because I did very little of the work. Richard Viguerie said in my anthology, The New Right Papers, that the New Right, which had so much to do with electing Reagan, began with a piece of legislation I got started.
But he had no idea that I got it started. The Internal Revenue Service had declared that any private school that wanted to keep its tax exempt status would have to meet racial quotas. Conservatives in general were afraid of being accused of racism, so they let it go ahead.
I contacted the long list of associations I had contact with from my activism and got some solid support. I then went to the Judiciary Committee, where my boss had staff, and talked to one of the newer staff members there who wanted to make a name for himself. I explained how it could be stopped and the benefits in it for him.
We beat it four to one on the House Floor, and after I handed it over to him, I did very little work on it. He and my boss got credit, I got it what I wanted.
I exercised power.
The problem with this method is that I often regretted what I started. Once it gets out of your hands it gets out of your control.
For example, I started what led to the Paperwork Reduction Act. I wrote an amendment to the bill establishing the Department of Education that every regulation had to declare how much extra paperwork it involved.
It didn’t pass, but Senator Hatch put three of the amendments I had come up with as excellent additions to the law, and this was one of them.
This became the Paperwork Reduction Act, but I have a feeling that in the end it just added to the paperwork.
Real power means real regrets.
The greatest power I exercise is the one I will still be exercising in my grave. It is the power I have through my radio program and whitakeronline and my blog. I work out EXACTLY what is wrong with what the other side is doing, and what should be done. The fact that present racial policy is simple, straight genocide is obvious now, but it took me years to get it across.
It is hard for anyone else to understand how I take credit for these things. Every idea I come up with can be found MENTIONED in something from many years ago. But you have to look for it.
It was mentioned and it was missed. I boil it down, I put it front and center, and I make it potentially useful in real political debate. Then I plant it, over and over. Then I make it become so obvious that everybody thinks they’ve always been saying it. That is exactly what I am working for.
If you do that work, someone is going to find it useful. I sit and watch these points become commonplace and very, very effective.
Just as Viguerie did not know that the idea he was talking about first came from me, the others things I do are not seen as coming from me. I make it good enough for people to run with it. I have exercised a staggering amount of power this way, and that is what I am after.
I was a bit surprised when William Rusher actually gave me credit in one of his books for the concept that Federal courts are the bulwark of each out-of-date establishment. It felt odd for someone to know that I had come up with it.
I appreciate his seeing it, but I get more satisfaction out of the power I exercise that no one but me knows that I have. By now I’m used to that and have learned to like the secrecy of it.
But getting credit is very different from exercising power.
And I like power.
(Reprinted to Blog from email list of 7/9/05)
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In 1871 France was crushed and humiliated in the Franco-Prussian War. Germany took the provinces of Alsace and Lorraine, which were German-speaking areas France had conquered centuries earlier.
In Paris there was a government museum with a statue representing each of the provinces of France. The French did not take out the statues representing Alsace and Lorraine in 1871 when they ceded them to Germany. They just covered them over with sheets.
France had not forgotten.
In 1919 when France was part of the coalition that had defeated Germany in World War I, it took back Alsace and Lorraine. Amidst wild celebrations, the sheets were taken off of the statues of Alsace and Lorraine.
No one blamed France for keeping those sheets on and never forgetting it felt that those provinces were part of France. Everybody thought it was great and showed patriotism and determination.
If France had not gotten those provinces back, the statues would still be there today almost a century and a half later.
When America is dealing with the Arabs, we always want them to worry about terrorism and so forth. We want them to forget that we helped take Palestine from Arabs who had lived there for at least two millennia and given Palestine to outsiders who had no connection to that land at all except our version of the Bible.
When Germany took Alsace they did not drive the Alsatians out. We helped drive the Arabs off their own land.
Arab spokesmen are always bringing that up and our reply is, “Forget it. That’s all in the past.”
It is not in the past and it will never be in the past for a patriotic Arab.