Archive for August, 2005

The Blog Will Continue

I am announcing this week in the regular whitakeronline that I am retiring from it for a year, at least.

It has come out, hardly ever missing a week and with special editions, for exactly seven years.

My team has agreed to my quitting, and they and I are the only people who have put any effort or money into my work, so I owe no explanation to anybody else.

The blog is all I will be doing, and if there are any technical problems, it can end abruptly.

I’ve been fighting alone for too long and my health is paying for it. I went down this road years ago and I will not do it again.

Only I can fully understand how much we have accomplished.

Respectable conservatives.


Political correctness is not LIKE a religion, it IS a religion.

Anti-racism is a code-word for genocide, liberals and respectable conservatives demand immigration and integration for ALL white countries and ONLY for white countries.

The left is now recognized as so silly that only our refusal to laugh it out of existence keeps it alive. Its shadow, respectable conservatism, will go with it.

These concepts are now firmly rooted in the minds of thousands of people, and they will take hold.

When the first edition of my book was sold out, my goal had been reached. Those concepts, like laughing at the professor-priesthood and the commentators, are dynamite. It took all I had, but me and my team got them out there.

I know what real power is, and it is not being called Mister President. A President’s options are severely limited.

Power is not accumulating vast sums of money.

Power is not doing something BEFORE someone else does it.

These are satisfying things, but they are not POWER.

Power is making things happen that simply would not happened otherwise.

It is hard to explain to anybody who has not spent his life doing exactly what I have done what my little team and I have accomplished.

In the future, it will seem so obvious that no one will notice that we did it. Everything seems inevitable in retrospect.

My ideas are “out there” now. There are millions of pages writers HAVE to fill, and while they avoid my personal writings like the plague, they cannot help stealing them and using them.

I had to spend years coming up with and perfecting these concepts that seem so obvious now. THEN I had to get them OUT when anybody who is in the establishment can SMELL how dangerous they are.

It is good to have all my knowledge and experience and dedication and endless thought.

But after that, you have to get all my work out of one man’s mind and somewhere in the public discourse. That is gargantuan task.

They’re there.

A chess master knows he has won the game five to ten moves before the end. Often a master will concede the game to another expert when no one else can understand why.

I have been in this game an awfully long time. I am a master of it.

It’s time for me to quit.



Brain Surgery on Capitol Hill

While I was on Capitol Hill, a big bill dealing with the blind came up. Hundreds of blind people were on the Hill lobbying for the bill. They had trouble getting directions because people didn’t know how to approach them.

They had flexible, extended black canes, which intimidated people. They were asking passersby for directions, but most people just went on by. They didn’t know how to get around the canes diplomatically.

I dealt with this insurmountable problem by saying, “I’m coming up to you on YOUR right. Don’t swing your cane that way.”

I then gave them directions, using open spaces, which they could sense, the little eating places on the Hill they could smell, and so forth.

Soon the sighted people they had with them were calling me for directions. They said I knew the Hill and I knew how to direct blind people. They asked me about my training.

Others on Capitol Hill were impressed by this. They asked how I performed this miracle.

This is what I said, almost verbatim:

“Well, I figure the big problem with being blind is that you can’t see anything. So I think, ‘If I couldn’t see anything, what would I want somebody to do for me?'”

This was what they called Whitaker Logic, and they enjoyed it immensely.

If you work on Capitol Hill, you have to deal with people on the basis of what they know, what they can understand, and what they can do. I can toss blindness into that mix without any trouble.

Also crutches, a wheelchair or the fact that a person is ugly. A beautiful girl confuses me as much as any other man.

How about the fact of having the proper ATTITUDE toward someone who is blind or in a wheelchair?

The other day I was getting my teeth cleaned and the technician said, “I hear thunder.”

I replied, “What would you like me to do about it?”

She knew I was kidding, but that is my attitude toward blind people, ugly people, teenagers with acne and everybody else. I deeply wish they did not have that problem, but what am I supposed to do about it?

I don’t have any handicapped “training,” but I have dealt with a lot with people like that because I seem to be good at it.

The only handicapped I have actually had professional experience with were retarded children. Dealing with them is the easiest and pleasantest thing on earth.

Retardeds have a grasp of logic that escapes people who think they’re smart. My brother was working in a retarded home as a pediatric neurologist so he was called to the emergency room when one of his patients had to go there.

The boy said, “Dr. Whitaker, I feel just awful.”

My brother replied, “You’re sick, you’re in a hospital, you’re SUPPOSED to feel awful.”

The boy said, “OK.”

He told me that story because we both wish other people could deal with simple logic that well.




I do not know a single person who thinks he or she is judgmental.

That is how I know for sure that I am.

The piece below is about how nobody thinks they’re cruel. They are doing it for your own good.

The word judgmental is exactly like the word cruel.

Nobody thinks he’s judgmental. They are dong it for your own good or because “someone has to make a decision” or because they are not speaking for themselves but for the Cause or for God.

One of the greatest inventors of all time was the priest who first said, “You do not have to do what I say. You have to follow the Law of our Supreme God Ukka which I have revealed to you.”

A more colloquial form of this phenomenon is the endless Sayings of Lincoln. As one person pointed out, “If Lincoln said half the things people quote from him he wouldn’t have had time to do anything else.”

What happened, of course, was that Ben down at the country store thought of something really good. But the other guys didn’t want to say “Ben said this.” It wouldn’t impress anybody. So they described it as a Lincoln Saying.

The first priest, Ukka’s boy, didn’t try to enforce anything himself. he just said, “Do this or my big buddy Ukka will hit you with eleven plagues and you teenage daughter will have the biggest outbreak of zits on record.”

Lenin was not judgmental. He just executed people by the millions for the sake of Marxism. A dead man’s writings are as good as an unseen Ukka.

How do you tell whether you are being moral or judgmental?

It’s a matter of judgment.



“For Your Own Good”

Those four words should have been the motto of the Spanish Inquisition.

While a person screamed in agony being burned slowly alive, a cross was held in his face.

None of this was for sadism or revenge. The Inquisitors actually believed that they were doing it for the victim’s own good. They believed that the fire he was in was far less agonizing than the flames of Hell. And Hell, they sincerely believed, is forever.

There was the slightest chance that the dying man or woman would confess at feeling the flames, and the soul would be saved.

Today many Christians still believe exactly that, but they would never use it to justify burning a person alive with a cross in his face. But within the belief system of the Inquisitors, it was in fact for the heretic’s own good.

“To make an omelet,” Said Lenin, “You have to break eggs.”

Even most “intellectuals” have finally condemned Stalin. But Lenin is still their hero, a True Idealist.

“To make an omelet you have to break eggs” was the motto of the Red Terror that Lenin, not Stalin, put into action. The eggs were people, millions of them. If Lenin had not died when he did, he would have gladly killed tens of millions more:

“”It does not matter if there are half a billion people in the world or two billion people in the world, ” said Lenin, “It only matters that that half a billion are COMMUNISTS.”

Lenin cared less for a human being than a sane person would care about eggs. Stalin killed tens of millions of people, but Molotov, who knew both men intimately, said, “Compared to Lenin, Stalin was a pussycat.”

I believe him. I believe Molotov because Stalin was a thug, and Lenin was an Idealist. Even murderous thugs get tired. Idealists are tireless.

There is absolutely nothing an Idealist won’t do to you for your own good. Compared to the good of the world Lenin thought a single human being was less than nothing.

Everybody who lives to be my age remembers that the filthiest tricks ever pulled on them were done in the name of Righteous Indignation.

From breaking important promises to ruining your life, it is always moral indignation, or “for your own good” that is the excuse.

If you have a choice to be whipped by a sadist or by someone who is convinced he is doing it for your own good, pick the sadist. He will stop when his arm gets tired.




In New England they had a saying, “The Lodges speak only to the Cabots. The Cabots speak only to God.”

In New England a really classy person did not speak to those who were beneath them.

I was raised to consider that trashy.

There is tale about General Lee which shows how different the Southern mind is. As General Lee passed, an old black slave stood up, took off his hat, and said, “Good day, General Lee.”

General doffed his hat and said, “Good day to you.”

A French reporter, who did not believe in race distinctions but did believe in class distinctions, was astonished. He said to Lee, “You have just taken your hat off to a SLAVE.”

Lee replied, “He cannot be more courteous than I am.”

I don’t know how many of you are familiar with the Tar Baby Story in Uncle Remus’s tales. The Tarbaby was just a lump of tar with a hat on.

How could a lump of tar be a TRAP?

Nobody who read Uncle Remus’s tales had any question about that. To them, it was understood that not speaking was an invitation to a fight.

Ole Brer Rabbit hopped by and said, “Good day to you.”

“And the Tarbaby, he didn’t say nothing.”

“Brer Rabbit stopped and he said, “I said Good Day to you!”

“And the Tarbaby, he didn’t say nothing.”

Finally Brer Rabbit for so furious he hit Tarbaby and got stuck in the tar.

Brer Fox, who set the trap, knew that someone who didn’t speak back would get hit. Everybody reading the story knew that anybody who refused to speak would get hit.

To a Southerner a person who does not speak is recognizing his humanity. It is an act of violence.

I think in those terms so deeply that what is native to me is amazing to other people.

Never in my life have I ever “cut someone off.” I have had many threats and enemies, but my reaction has always been to confront people if they called me or confronted me.

All my life I have felt that it was all right for a woman to refuse to speak to someone, but for a man it is inexcusable.

There are exceptions, just as there are exceptions to the rule that you don’t shoot people. But for me, refusing to speak to someone is a form of overt violence.