Archive for February, 2005

Reply to HS about Sam Francis

HS asks:

Bob, do YOU believe what Sam Francis supposedly may have said as quoted by a WN leader?

“Sam fearlessly grasped the racial issue from which so many, who knew better, shied away. He knew that we have less than 50 years to save North America from a successful Third World invasion which will engineer our minority status and our eventual replacement.”

Prophecy is a dangerous game to be sure for any of us. When you’re human, there are countless factors and intervening acts that affect any predictions, things no man has any control over at all.

I do not believe this. We may be deep into a bloody war within 50 years, but I don’t know of very many bi-racial couples, and ones I do know, or know of, have few, if any, children. Some have zero because they don’t want them to have to “exist in this hostile, racist world.” Which still equals not that many mixed-race people out of 6 or 7 billion people worldwide.

Musings to be sure.

My Reply:

Sam may have said that in a column. Those of us who write a lot have said almost everything. But Sam and I thought alike in almost everything, and we both despised the Panic Deadline.

I remember a lady who said in 1960 that no political planning mattered beyond the 1960 election. She said that if John Kennedy, a Catholic, won that election there would never be another election in America.

Every four years we heard, “This is the critical election in history. Nothing else matters.”

A lot of people make their living screaming about some Panic Deadline. It is a great fund-raising tool.

It is also immoral and just plain evil.

Sam and I were political STRATEGISTS. That meant that people who set Panic Deadlines rejected every bit of real, long-term planning we tried to do.

Fifty years from today, no matter what happens,the world will still be here. Fifty years from today, no matter what happens, our children will have to live in that world. Anybody who gives up on the world fifty years from now abandons them.

I am not about to do that. Sam was not about to do that.

Sam did not believe in a Panic Deadline four years from now or fifty years from now.

In fact, Sam would tell you that only an weakling and an idiot believes in ANY Panic Deadline.



Another Tribute to Sam Francis

From Middle American News


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Hey, Stupid, the Cold War is OVER!

“Our allies in Europe.”

Our allies against WHAT?

Back when the Europeans were gracious enough to let us protect them from the Soviet Union at our own expense, the term “allies” was pretty silly. But what is this “allies” bit today?


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Fear of Professors

Thinking about my conversations with Sam Francis, I realized a very obvious fact. Sam and I had taken on professors and beaten them routinely.

But when I ask our people to promote my book and claim the universities as their own, there is a resounding silence.

We are dealing with people who depend on some screaming preacher to tell them why the Bible allows them to be against bad things. They have to have an Old Testament quote to justify their natural repugnance at homosexuality.

Those preachers would not dare take on a professor face-to-face. Certainly people who depend on them would not. They talk about how wrong the professors are, but they never face the professors with that.


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God, I’ll Miss Sam!

This is filed under “Bob.” I don’t feel sorry for Sam Francis. I feel sorry for me.

When Sam and I would see each other, we both heaved a sigh of relief. We were usually in the middle of a bunch of right-wingers both of us had been patronizing, and we both had a permanent case of being “tired all over” from patronizing them.

We would begin with a set of insults to each other and proceed downhill from there. Neither of us would crack a smile:

“They let just ANYBODY in here, don’t they?”

“I thought the same thing when I saw you here.”

Translation: That is how one male tells another that he can say any damn thing he wants to to him. When my brother sees me for the first time after a long time apart, he says something like,

“You STILL don’t know how to comb your hair.”

It meant “I love you, man” long before that phrase became popular, and it means a lot more.

Right-wingers will never know how much constant patronizing they require. It is a measure of Sam’s dedication and my dedication that we did it all the time, without a hint about how tiresome it was.

Right-wingers are a mass of inferiority complexes. Sam and I had none of them. He had a PhD. We had both met the “intellectuals” right-wingers feel inferior to and beat the hell out of them. We thought the “intellectuals” you felt inferior to were a laugh riot. He and I had both WRITTEN the dictionary definitions right-wingers argue about as if they were Holy Writ.

Sam and I worked together on Capitol Hill. We had WRITTEN the laws right-wingers talk about.

We knew everybody was just people, and we were both loyal to our own people. Not only did we not feel obligated to explain that, we thought people who tried to get God Almighty or Ayn Rand or some Libertarian Book to explain why one should have common sense was a laugh riot.

Sam and I would go somewhere and get unapologetically drunk.

Sam had a totally dry wit that I will miss terribly. He would sit, look out into nowhere, and tell me, without cracking a smile:

“I just heard the latest declaration from God Almighty.”

I would laugh my ass off.

Sorry, I’m not supposed to say “ass” am I? It might not be patronizing enough for some Deeply Christian right-wingers.

Give me a break here. I miss Sam.

Sam and I thought your inferiority complexes were hilarious. You said, “Left-wingers say they protect the weak. Well, we go nuts about the Rights of the Unborn. See? We’re more for weak and helpless than leftists are.”

But Sam and I laughed our butts off when even THAT was not enough to satisfy your desperation to prove you were more concerned with the helpless than leftists were.

You started going nuts over the rights of a fertilized egg.

THAT would prove you were equal to the leftists! If leftists were worried about the Poor and Downtrodden, by God, you could obsess over a fertilized human egg.

That’d show ’em!

Sam is dead. He doesn’t have to make his living by patronizing you any more. So I am saying exactly what he would want me to.

Sam was from Chattanooga. He was an old Southerner with healthy instincts. He got an education that gave him a bunch of tools to work with. But it never occurred to him that he had to JUSTIFY the fact that he was a white man with healthy loyalties and healthy attitudes.

We both thought it was HILARIOUS to watch you desperately trying to prove that intellectuals were not superior to you because you had a Book, too. You needed to quote the Bible or Ayn Rand or some Libertarian book to justify the most common sense, healthy attitudes.

You had to have some preacher scream at you to justify your Defiance of Authority.

Sam and I had been there. We worked together on Capitol Hill. We WROTE those laws you quote. We took part in approving those judges you quote like the Voice of God. We had not the slightest respect for any of that crap.

Our theme was, “Will these clowns ever stop groveling and stop quoting the Prophet Jeremiah and realize THEY are ‘We the People of the United States of America?’ ”

Good God, we got tired of you!

But we knew you were the only hope decency had. We knew you were the only hope common sense had. So we patronized you and patronized you and patronized you and patronized you, and on and on and on and on.

And we got SO tired of it.

So you see why it was such a relief when Sam and I saw each other.

Wherever he is, Sam is saying “Sic ’em, Whit!” so I’ll go on.

Sam gave up everything, so he had to depend on you to make a living.

As he told me more than once, “Yes, I’m an honest man. You see what happens to an honest man, Bob? He ends up having to associate with people like you.”

Sam got fired on his way up in a major job at The Washington Times because he wouldn’t shut up about race. So he managed to grub a living patronizing the various Voices of God at the Council of Conservative Citizens.

Lord, he would have liked to have talked about common sense and let that awesome intellect of his soar. But he had to satisfy the anti-evolution fad. He couldn’t go on Stormfront because of some Lord-knows-what controversy CCC had with it.

It had something to do with the fact that CCC represented the Voice of God or true anti-evolutionism or something.

Any preacher was allowed to humiliate Sam if he was to hold onto the tiny living you provided him.

And he STILL loved you. He would always end up saying, “They are the best people there are.”

He just wanted you to stop humiliating him. You never did.

Look at that picture of Sam below. That’s Sam. He is looking straight at you with what looks to the average conservative clown like a Serious Expression. But what I see is Sam thinking, “You are such an IDIOT, but you’re the best we’ve got. God help us.”

He’s about to crack a dry humor joke that would send me howling with laughter.

Lord, I miss Sam!