Archive for March, 2013

A Birthday Present for Coach

Today, I am 72 years old.   And there is a birthday present you can give me all year.

If you have the guts to post the Mantra, you get complaints about how rude you are.  A lot of people will sob that they were discussing some singer on a YouTube and these Mean People threw in the Mantra, completely off their subject. photo happyb_zpsd4b0de85.jpg

Well, gang, if that makes you the least bit uncomfortable, do it for Old Coach.    For almost  seventy years I have sat down in movies and watched TV and read novels for entertainment,  and a huge percentage of what should have been fun time turned out to be preachment at me about how great intermarriage was or how evil whites were or anything else that was fashionable with Mommy Professor at the moment.

It was called A Social Message and it ruined thousands of hours for me.

In fact, there is a huge difference between those Social Messages imposed on us and your putting the Mantra on sites.   We are banned and threatened if we put our own message into public discussion.   Outside America you are imprisoned for it.   That gives us not only the right, but the duty, to put it in every spot we can get away with.

Yesterday’s and today’s Social Message imposed on us was not just uncensored and unbanned.   All my life thousands to millions of people have been paid and promoted for repeating their usual propaganda everywhere.

The best Mantra placement offends the hell out of them.   You are hitting the same people who let anti-whites get away with throwing in their slogans absolutely anywhere.

If you don’t owe it to me, you owe it to all those who have been persecuted with insults and vicious intrusion all our lives.   It is BETTER when you can offend them and get revenge for us.

Sic the bastards!

That will be my birthday present whenever you do it.

You don’t need to wrap it, just DO it.



The Responsibilities of a Pro

Quick prearticle reminder: “Racist is a hate word.”


When I criticized a couple of our heavyweights, one commenter reminded me that new BUGSERS can be turned off by criticism.    This leads to discussion of the whole BUGS approach.

As we all know, membership organizations like the Blacks’ and Dr. Duke’s have to maximize membership and donations.   This is not a fault, it happens to be the imperative they have had to use, have learned to use, and we would not exist without them.

BUGS is entirely new in a number of ways.   It was originally based on my professional experience and it is aimed at producing major league players, which is also where new coaches tend to come from. photo bat_zps9e26128e.jpg

Obviously I am going to be a lot harder on you than a membership organization would be.  As long as you sign up and pay your dues, a membership outfit will be careful not to upset you.   But another thing all those years have taught me is that I can easily fool myself into thinking that gives me a license to be an out of control old bastard.

And if I did, nobody would understand it better than our heavy hitters.  They have had a big taste of the frustration and suppression I have lived through all these decades.  They know it’s a wonder that anyone can go through what they have gone through — much less what I have gone through — without walking the streets and biting people’s hands.

But if I have the best excuse, I also have the most to lose.

Just as you are your own best coaches, you are also my best judges.

High school players seldom give their coach any real feedback.

But by the time you are a high school senior or when you are a regular college player, you are supposed to tell the coach when he really gets out of line.

You are your own best coaches and you are my best advisors.



BUGSERS are Their Own Best Coaches

Professional baseball players began in the minor leagues after being high school stars, heroes in their little world. They lived daily with the nightmare of being called into the manager’s offices and sympathetically told it was all over, their dreamed of career had ended. All their stardom was over, their baseball skills, the one thing so many of them had, were worthless.

During this nervous period each of those guys strained to recognize any sign that they would be brought in for that last nightmare chat with the manager.

One of the best-known signs that your short career was over was when you screwed up and it didn’t bother the coach. The coaches’ and managers’ lives are invested in the few really promising players.

Not every coach is a perfect diplomat. They tend to lose their tempers. It’s a pressure job.

But it’s easier for Ole Coach to keep his temper with the guys he figures he’s going to have to have that last, agonizing, career-ending talk with. And as that day approaches, he gets nicer and nicer to the poor bastard.

Your coach is much the same. In any area of life very few really make the difference.

As for those who just haven’t the talent but have their hearts in the right place, God bless ’em.

But when my Precious Few screw up, it’s hard for me to keep my temper.

I don’t get paid for this either and I have invested my life in the game you are playing, the fight you are fighting.

I can take a featherweight here bouncing around, but when a heavyweight starts floating out in Goofyland, that is as serious as it gets. I need our heavyweights to perform, and if I let you go Goofyland on me without rancor, it is NOT a compliment.

Goofyland here is reserved for those whose presence is not essential to my life’s work.

Another point from baseball. A coach depends on the good players to catch any of the other important team members when they do something Goofyland. That is one major characteristic of a good team. photo goofy_zps9ce1f78d.jpg

Normally you catch each other in any Goofyland move.

But when the heavyweights fail me AND their teammates fail me, I really get upset.

So when one of our absolute stars went off into a Goofyland comment about how were we to answer “Where did this genocide come from?” and another heavyweight used the opportunity to make a chest-thumping declaration on this subject, I waited for team members to correct this gross example of tailgating.

Finally, I had to point out that this is, to put it mildly, tailgating. When your mission is to point out that a crime is being committed, you don’t mix the whole thing up with finding a villain.

Please don’t do this to Old Coach again.

Please don’t LET any BUGSER do this again.

Don’t let someone justify genocide, the usual second step of those who call us racist, before you go into your own Goofyland dramatics. That is hard on me, too. Criticize each other.

A good team also coaches itself. BUGS does a great job of that, which makes the Old Man happy.

When you fail to coach each other, it stands out like a Mommy Professor who is smart enough to zip his own pants.



White House Petitioner(s), Take a Bow

I believe it was Humphrey Dumpty who got the White House Petition rolling. You can correct me in comments.

I did formulate a petition to Russia. But I have no interest in current politics, so I had no idea about this White House petition business.

I cannot overstate the importance of those who did the White House petition. photo wh_zps4381b180.jpg

Those who use comments to tell us how awful present politicians are right, but they usually miss the importance of the BUGS approach. MY approach.

I am one of the great real power brokers of our generation, and that fact is almost unknown.

Please note I said “and,” not “but.” Read the last sentence of the last paragraph. A major power broker can do it and get famous, but most of the people who do this, do it indirectly, as I did.

I have could have said “so,” but that would indicate being unknown is essential. I used one of three possible verbs.

Very, very few commenters would notice that. Most are waiting for me to mention some well-known example, something to talk about. But that sort of talk is available, and probably better put, at Dave’s sites.

This demonstrates why the White House Petition was exactly the kind of thing only one of our pros would do. He met with the usual reluctance to do something simple.

That took guts and patience. But, most of all, it took a thorough and careful understand of what our brand of power taking is about.

And, as usual, he was met with the discouragement I experienced all those years with the Mantra. This requires the kind of moral courage guts few appreciate more than I do.

So whoever I should be thanking, stand and take your bow. A few among us are the only ones who will fully appreciate what you did, but those are the few who are right now changing the world.



Conservative MEANS Failure!

One commenter pointed out that every type of “conservatism” has failed.

Great deduction, Dick Tracy!

Calling oneself a conservatism means supporting the side which opposes change.   It also means you claim to know what you are opposing, i.e., the changes that are GOING to take place.  If you get your nose out of philosophy books and look at the basic logic, it is oxymoronic that a “conservative” is by definition holding on til he loses.

If the present staff of National Review were sitting at a table with the magazine’s own founders and a group of liberals, they would outliberal the liberals.  As I keep repeating, the official stand of all paycheck conservatives is that everything liberal was glorious, especially integration and immigration, until on or about January, 1971.

The only difference is that they denounce “reactionaries” and “racists” more loudly than do liberals and they demand all disagreement be shouted down or outlawed.    The only national columnist to praise long sentences in Europe for Holocaust deniers was William Buckley. photo buckley-vidal_zps480e9eb4.jpg

The media have naturally become used to this oxymoron, that “conservative” means loser, just delaying progressive politics.   After blocking any openly “conservative” discourse, useful idiots with this label became part of the system: A “progressive” program becomes unquestionable in the media when “both sides” endorse it.

Nonetheless, it is important to note that the Hate Laws Buckley endorsed are now being questioned despite his deathbed veto on all opposition.