Archive for March, 2012

Recruiting! Thank You, Whiterabbit88!

In our action area of the Swarm, Whiterabbit88 writes:

“Recruiting new Bugsters: When coming across other YT users that seem to understand what is taking place and are speaking out about it, I have taken to messaging them and informing them of what we do and our methods of doing so. I also provide a link to this site, and ask them to message me if they have any questions. I think this is a good tactic to get others active in the struggle.

“I don’t know if other Bugster’s have already been doing this but I just though I would suggest it if no one else has.”

My sincere reply was:

“Whiterabbit88, bless you!”

It is so hard to get a few BUGSERS to get out there that I have given up on trying to get ANYBODY to RECRUIT!

I think that is one reason our numbers stay so small on these, the action, pages.”



Selling and Delivering the Goods

The successful Communist campaign that gave them control of Russia in the end was based on the slogan, “Peace, Land and Bread.”

What they planned, and delivered, was a three-year civil war and decades of Terror, specifically demanded by Lenin long before Stalin was neat the top.

As for Bread, they starved tens of millions to death at a time when anyone starving to death was alien to any white country. Slavic countries were relatively poor and backward, but as Solzhenitsyn pointed out, people did not STARVE in Czarist Russia.

The land is really the most comical promise. Stalin told a very sympathetic Roosevelt that his war on the kulaks had been more desperate than the Soviet fight against Nazi Germany. Generally speaking kulaks were those who farmed their own land rather than land that belonged to the State.

No one knows how many kulaks died, two million or ten million, and that was only one starvation campaign under the Soviets. Kulaks were not Jews, so even outside the United States you are free to make up your own numbers or insist that it was all a bad accident or didn’t happen at all.

We can’t confuse a bunch of white gentile Slavs with real people, can we?

The point here is to address, not what we DO if and when we find ourselves with power, but what we SAY to GET power.

Surely no one is going to tell a professional like me that people in politics DO what they SAY.

So back to the question of paying back anti-whites with a short period of dramatic tribunals and violence and imprisonment, or saying we are going to rake up money for our programs and give part of it to GENERATIONS of informers.

This is, in short, a PRACTICAL instead of the GIUT discussion I did on this subject about empathy.



A Little Empathy Here, BUGSERS

A couple of commenters on “Productive Punishment” pointed out to me that merely depriving anti-whites and their heirs of money was not sufficient to satisfy justice or, as I believe Coniglio Bianco said, his own personal rage at these unnatural beings who are beyond description.

I am asking you for some appreciation for my suffering.

This is hard to do, because in my seventh decade of constantly being told, “You don’t know REAL LIFE!” You don’t know how much I SUFFERED from the generation that made self-pity and putting down everybody else a regular occupation.

I have waited a while before addressing the two commenters who presumably represent others in demanding tribunals as punishment for anti-whites instead of my permanent program of paying informers who go back to this Holocaust and find those responsible and then take away their money, or, in most cases, money from their heirs.

I wrote something and withheld it, because this is a gut issue as well as a practical one.

Lord, so I ever understand your RAGE!

Treason, self-hatred, turning on your own people, the very essence of Dante’s Tenth Circle of Hell has been an integral part of the world around me all my life.

It’s easy for me to SAY “channel your wrath” but it is another thing to DO it. I will soon be seventy one years and have slowly moved toward channeling my wrath for over fifty-five years. I might be bragging, but a thirty-year-old Bob Whitaker was devising things to do to integrationists that would even impress Coniglio at his angriest.

Have a little empathy, Coniglio and timeforfreedom and their sympathizers. I HATE these demons in human form and I have BEEN hating them and fighting them since I was in my impressionable teens.

The people who were REALLY responsible for this are dead. They were pushing this anti-white stuff back when Americans took the Yellow Peril seriously. The World War II Generation has almost died out, and they were brain-dead when they were young, much less now.

Actually I hate the fanatical anti-whites less than I do the whites who just say something like, “It’s 2012,” and for whom white genocide is an abstract, while this year’s deficit is the world to them. It was that kind of lazy, pathological white who made integration possible.

Let us freely discuss the real issues here. timeforfreedom and Coniglio say that, in terms of abstract Justice tribunals are not enough. A third and more practical question is what we TALK about. This is most important because I don’t see any torchlight parades forming out there right now, so what we TALK about is the most important thing in our real world.

I will try to discuss those other two issues later.

But this first discussion is personal.

I treasure white rabbit’s personal comment to me that he cannot believe I fought these — THINGS for DECADES and am still not in a nut house.

I could have made a FAR better living with almost no work in my years in politics.

I might be sitting here telling you how I was Deputy Assistant Secretary of Defense for Procurement.

I would HATE to be over seventy and have only that to brag about, but it would have made my life richer and the respectable conservatives and the Jareds of the world would be thrilled to meet me.

No, I channeled my anger and sold out when I had to, all for POWER.

But the point I am making is it HURT, and you should know it hurts.

After all these decades of pain, I honestly don’t CARE what a non-BUGSER thinks of me. And by a BUGSER I don’t mean one of the thousands of readers, but those of you like Coniglio who are out in the Swarm.

As far as opinions of me go, you are the few who really get to me.

I don’t want any of my own to even suspect that I don’t have at least as much pure, repressed FURY at these anti-white animals that they do.

Dante’s Western mind put less extreme versions of today’s anti-whites into the Iced of the Tenth Circle of Hell.

And compared to me, he found them merely irritating.



Tailgating Gets You Shot Down

If you tailgate, you lose. I just wrote a piece about people who have real trouble with the various “Race doesn’t exist” arguments. This is a classical example of tailgating:

If race doesn’t exist then genocide doesn’t exist. So one does not dig into quotes from the Genocide Treaty to defensively argue that race does exist. The answer to that is in the TITLE of the thing.

When I first got to college, I ran into an example of fatal tailgating. I was sixteen when I got there, so the fact that the Korean War jet pilots were talking about the Old Men who had fought previously in WWII and were in the air in Korea did not sound odd to me.

The Korean War rookies had just reached twenty. The Old, old men who were staggering toward the convalescent home, they were talking about were in their middle or LATE twenties, since it was five years between WWII and Korea.

Tailgating killed a lot of the latter old men. Oh, well, thy were so old they were soon for the graveyard anyway.

The OLD MEN tended to tailgate. That is, though they had been trained otherwise, when the fight started they went into dogfight mode, the ideal of which was to keep your nose directly on the enemy plane’s tail and HANG ON.

At 200 miles per hour, the enemy’s weaponless tail in front of your machine guns was the ideal place to stay. But staying on someone’s tail at 600 Miles per hour was a VERY different proposition. The older guys naturally fell back on this tactic automatically when the actual fighting started, and they ended up spinning blindly with vertigo in the middle of nowhere, which made them excellent targets in the lightning quick movements of jets.

Tailgating here is something you have to train yourself to stop doing.

It doesn’t kill you, but it sure as hell gets you shot down.



I’m a Peer Because I Actually Think I’m Peerless

Gavin pointed out that one “Bob Problem” for others is that “Bob, you present yourself as a peer, not a priest.”

Only a couple of VERY insightful close acquaintances saw that, in a way, my attitude can be seen as snobbery gone wild.

It is very Southern and very American. On a gut basis, my attitude is “I can whip any man in the house!”

Unlike the old Englishman or the New Englander or a black, I do not need an “attitude” to make everybody keep away from me except by appointment to show my status.

In fact, for the Jefferson or Jackson as opposed to an Adams, it is a point of pride to be able to demonstrate your superiority or your correctness right in the middle of the crowd.

Being a dunce when I am actually a dunce bothers me not at all, because I know very well that my flaws are common, but my special abilities are largely unique.

This also true of my race. No one can claim that whites have ever CREATED an evil deed. Being more powerful than others, they have done more evil than anybody else. But the GOOD things we have done ARE unique, from wiping out starvation to representative government to wiping out small pox to reaching the moon to this computer I am on to wiping out slavery to …

As everybody knows, this list could go to book length, even in such brief terms.

The two paragraphs above, used by a professional BUGSER, could reduce those who attack us from their attitude of superiority to the ghetto imitating foul-mouthed shrieks they always resort to when they just can’t take it any more.

I don’t need some kind of barrier between me others to show them how special I am.

And this, as I say, is a very Southern and very American attitude:

I am who I am and if you don’t appreciate it, then you need to wise up.

The story goes that General Lee was riding with a French newspaperman during the War and an old black stood up and took off his hat and said, “Good day, General Lee.”

To the Frenchman’s shock General Lee touched his hat and replied, “Good day to you.”

The Frenchman said, “A French gentleman would not reply to a peasant who presumed to greet him so familiarly. But you have just greeted a SLAVE!”

Lee replied, “I AM a gentleman. How could I let him be more polite than I am?”

If it was good enough for Marse Robert it‘s good enough for me.