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White India

I am sure we all remember the TV show Kung Fu starring David Carradine. It showed a half-Chinese guy (Carradine had his eyebrows fixed to look a bit Chinese) travelling through the Old West showing up the uncivilized Americans with his Kung Fu fighting methods.

Ah, the ancient, Wise, mysterious Orient!

Well, it turns out that Kung Fu was brought to China by an Indian about which there was a legend:

His blue eyes radiated a light that burned through a wall.

When we think of Buddhism, we think of Chinese and Japanese statues of Buddha. Actually, Buddha is described as having eyes as blue as the lotus. He was an Indian aristocrat back when they were white.

The same is true of what we call Arabic numerals. They are from white India.

Guess where the aquatic rice that makes up the Chinese paddy fields came from?

You guessed it.

Acupuncture was something that was absolutely attributed to Ancient Chinese Medicine.

Then they found the Ice Man, a man who froze to death about 3300 BC and was kept in a state of preservation in the Alps. He had tattoos on his body showing the acupuncture locations. It was an old Indo-European art before China began.

The Indo-Euopeans went out in all directions and their mummies have recently been found in China, blond and tall. They were wearing a type of weaving that historians had said was invented in the Middle East two thousand years after they died.

I have never seen any history of the inventions and ideas we credit to the Chinese and the Middle East that came from white India and from other ancient Indo-Europeans.

I seriously doubt I ever will.

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I make a lousy elitist.

I have mentioned before that I am secretly offended when someone says to me, apologetically, “I don’t agree with everything you say.” It never occurred to me that anyone should agree with everything I say. What sort of egotistical idiot do they think I am?

Once when I was in Washington someone watched me whispering Words of Wisdom in a congressman’s ear. The congressman had obviously waited for me to show up before he took action.

Also, he had secret messages for me which I hurried away with.

Obviously, this congressional leader needed my help. That impressed the hell out of the people watching.

Of course he needed me. That was why he paid me a salary.

So I was on the steps of the Longworth Building at eight o’clock at night. I had been working since a quarter till seven. A lobbyist or reporter who had watched the proceedings chased me down and asked, “Who exactly ARE you?”

I was tired, so I told him the truth, “On Capitol Hill, you are either a congressman or you are a flunky.”

“I am an extremely well-paid flunky.”

I never minded being a flunky to a good man who has presented his ideas to the people and has been elected to represent them. As a senior staffer, my job was to help him do it. The only power I had was in choosing the person I decided to work for.

To expand on this point, a VERY inexperience lobbyist once said to me the words you NEVER say to a senior staffer on Capitol Hill:

“You staffers are the ones who really make policy.”

I replied with the truth, “The second I start believing that is the second I am out of here. There is only one person who has a right to be in this office, and that is the congressman. And even he only has the right to be here for two years at a time.”

“The minute I start believing I am the boss is the moment I am out of here.”

A professional staffer does not think he makes policy.

Another group tried to tell me how powerful I was. They were the people who said they thought I was a true intellectual and wanted to be part of my elite. They would indicate that “people like us” should be in control.

I confided to them that I really AM a populist. I really do believe in the fundamental wisdom of white Americans.

I really am disappointed when my people go nuts over some fashion given to them by professors and media elitists.

The average elitist thinks that a world of colored people would be great if those colored people would follow the dictates of elitists like him. I know it would be just like very other colored country on earth. Every one of them has an elite.

I believe in white people. I think I have a lot to say to them that they need to hear.

Not the least of what I have to tell them is to believe in themselves.

The bottom line is that it is up to them to rule the world, not me.

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More Routine Cruelty to Children

On the Seinfeild show there was an episode about a Jewish circumcision.

We have this pointless and vicious procedure done to baby boys because it came from the Old Testament. Early Christianity rejected circumcision as a requirement to join the church because adult converts wouldn’t stand for it. But baby boys can’t right back.

So Seinfeld’s friend George went to a circumcision and was asked to help out. Naturally he screwed up and he the bis ended up with serious injuries.

The bis is any Jewish guy with a knife. He performs circumcisions professionally. There is party where the baby is cut by the bis, and everybody has a fine time except the baby.

But George screwed up helping the bis, so the next scene was in the emergency room.

Why were they in an emergency room after a ceremony in which somebody was SUPPOSED to get gashed in an agonizing way? Because it was ADULTS who got hurt.

The baby was SUPPOSED to be bleeding and in agony. But because George screwed up he and the bis both got cuts and THEY were bleeding. George spoiled the party.

If adults get hurt, it’s serious.

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More Routine Cruelty to Children

On the Seinfeild show there waas an episode about a Jewish circumcision.

We have this pointless and vicious procedure done to baby boys because it came from the Old Testament. Early Christianity rejected circumcision as a requirement to join the church because adult converts wouldn’t stand for it. But baby boys can’t right back.

So Seinfeld’s friend George went to a circumcision and was asked to help out. Naturally he screwed up and he the bis ended up with serious injuries.

The bis is any Jewish guy with a knife. He performs circumcisions professionally. There is party where the baby is cut by the bis, and everybody has a fine time except the baby.

But George screwed up helping the bis, so the next scene was in the emergency room.

Why were they in an emergency room after a ceremony in which somebody was SUPPOSED to get gashed in an agonizing way? Because it was ADULTS who got hurt.

The baby was SUPPOSED to be bleeding and in agony. But because George screwed up he and the bis both got cuts and THEY were bleeding. George spoiled the party.

If adults get hurt, it’s serious.

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Routine Cruelty to Children

In the 1990s, a research project discoverd something about circumcision.

It HURTS.

It doesn’t just hurt, it is a major trauma.

Before then circumcision was performed without anesthetics of any kind. You see, this was an infant, and an anesthetic might be BAD for him.

Agony was OK.

Agony is always OK for kids. When I was coming up, the kid losing his teeth was considered funny. If any adult had to have a tooth extracted, he got novacaine and lots of it. But the kid was considered a dribbling coward if he didn’t tie his tooth to a door and have it closed or yank it out himself.

Each year a kid attends school for 180 days. Each of those days he had at least two hours of Study Hall. That is 360 hours a year that an active child must sit quietly and raise his hand if he wants to go to the bathroom.

If an adult is required to sit in a jail for over 48 hours without an actual charge being levied against him, he can get a writ of habeas corpus to get out. Unless it’s murder, he can get bail.

You don’t make an adult sit there for 360 hours a year without going to court, big time.

But the bottom line is simple. So the infant doesn’t like the agony of cirumcision? What’s he going to do about it? We’re bigger than he is.

And we’re bigger than that brat in the study hall, too.

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