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.

Wordism.

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.

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.