That July 2 SPLC article attacking White Rabbit referred to me as “A genial Forrest Gump,” so on July 4 I wrote them: I am a Forrest Gump?

Thank you!

To you Forrest Gump is a retard with the Southern accent you associate with that.

To me Mr. Gump is a Medal of Honor winner and, more important, a man of loyalty and honor.

I’ll never live up to the title, but thank you anyway.

An hour later, my screen said the site was longer available.

You would be ASTONISHED at how often that has happened.

We have gotten an incredible amount of public attention, given that our working membership is well under a hundred.

But the establishment is already finding a way to stop us.

They can’t deal with the Mantra. But they can deal with the Mantra one bite at a time.

They are already dealing with White Genocide.

They are dealing with “Anti-racist is a code word for anti-white.”

If you look at the “answers” to the Mantra you will see that they recite it line by line and claim to answer each line.

It took me years to develop the Mantra. It will do pro-whites more good than any person or group has done them in history. But they can counter the really blasting effect by answering it one sentence at a time.

The same person who marvels at how the Mantra works and says how hard I worked on it sees no problem in chopping it up and handing it out in chewable bites. Genocide can be countered without the phrase “All white countries and ONLY white countries.”

With every set of comments I sit here while someone crows about his argument and how brave it was. For every one commenter who brings us back to the Mantra, there are five who say, “Excuse me if this is off-topic.”

We began by talking a viable substitute for the whole Mantra. The present consensus seems to be that you have solved that problem.

You haven’t.

REPLY TO COMMENTS:

You are, of course reading too much into this warning.

Antiracist is a codeword for anti-white has been USED and is GREAT as White Team Spirit says, though the = sign looks cute but drops the deadly accurate term “codeword.”

You have done terrific work this way getting in points.

My point is that, once engaged, many of you start preaching your own stuff. So many times when someone has gotten in there with a mini-Mantra punch he goes off to his own world.

It is an enormous temptation, I know. Just try to keep it in mind.

RAID!

One of our good folks pointed out to me that the thing that really worried him about my long article describing the SPLC attack was that I sounded panicked.

My reply was, “I WAS panicked. Look, man, I stopped being John Wayne before you were born.”

I have been through a LOT of shocks. When I hit one, I go to my friends and share it with them. That’s what I did with you.

This is the way I have gotten through a very hard life and a very bad set of shocks. I was raised around The Weakest Generation, and I heard a few thousand lectures about how they were heroes, “Scared, of course, but all soldiers are scared.”

Every word they said sounded a lot more like John Wayne in the movies than the terrified kids they actually were.

Nobody made the reality clearer or more often than the Duke himself, “I wasn’t in those battles. I was acting.”

John Wayne was the opposite of Tom Brockaw. Yes, he made a lot of money on the World War II generation’s image of itself, but unlike Brockaw he never did it by patronizing them.

I have learned the hard way that if I try to put on an act when I’m scared or under pressure, it costs me effectiveness in DOING what must be done.

John Wayne was a professional actor. Tom Brockaw is groveling lickspittle.

This happened to me.

I passed my doctoral prelims at UVA, at which point many people on advice from the dean took a high level position away from the department to work and finish their dissertation for the PhD.

Every interview began like a dream. UVA was one of the top economics degrees in America and they were anxious to have me.

Then, nothing.

What had happened was that the man who got me to UVA in the first place and who was a reader on my dissertation, and who said he was a friend, had put words like these into the letters he sent out for, “Mr. Whitaker feels very strongly about the issue of race.”

NOBODY would have put those words into a recommendation for the most violently anti-white student. Fanatical anti-whitism, then as now, was assumed.

So he was saying I was a racist.

He didn’t KNOW that!

Years later a friend of mine heard him brag about how he had handled that issue and told me about it.

I was lucky to get a job cleaning blackboards.

Then, as I have said before, a dean took over who had openly vowed for years to “clean out that nest of right wingers in the economics department.”

The only way I could have been protected, the only way any Racial Heretic can be protected, is for people to listen to the Silence.

This is NOT theoretical.

Conservatives NEVER go to bat for anyone who is not a Name. The only reason I survived The Nazi Scare was because Bill Rusher desperately needed me.

If you want anybody but uniformed storm troopers to represent Racial Heresy, you have to listen to the Silence!

Screw academic freedom. Out went two future Nobel Laureates in my field and my dissertation could not find a sponsor.

My concern for BoardAd is that the SPLC or some other group will list BUGS as Hate Group and some anonymous company robot will reject him automatically.

The SPLC guy asked me if I wrote speeches for President Reagan.

If you paid attention to what I keep saying, I was never on hand for historical events to which I was indispensable.

I almost laughed out loud. He was asking whether I, the Redneck Rogue who was hated so much the he could barely keep a job, was a Presidential Speech Writer!

But what is REALLY funny is total absence from reality of those who for two generations went after old Nazis and totally ignored the fact that one third of the world was a prison, WITH bars and machine guns and landmines and the warnings to the prisoners not to try to escape.

Did I write it? He doesn’t know a thing about the world. Unreality is his BUSINESS!

No, Redneck Bob was NOT a Presidential Speech writer!

Unreality, Step Two: Asking a person with a Presidential Speech Writer title whether he wrote something is EXACTLY like asking the Secretary of Defense whether he takes shorthand!

To be in touch with fashionable opinion, as a professional in politics today, is probably simply never noticing reality.

I just thought of a very good example.

One major reason I was so fanatical about those Communist murder lines, aka, borders, and professionals were not, is because they never SAW them.

They flew over them.

I went across the borders of the Democratic Republics, aka the Iron Curtain, in buses and on the ground.

I went in scared.

They went in as Names. If they were messed with, there would hell to pay.

By now you should be able to laugh with me: If I had disappeared, do you think anybody, from National Review to the SPLC, would have MENTIONED it!

They ignored a two-thousand-mile kill-on-sight border!

When he was in the Soviet Union, Edward Kennedy held an “informal chat” with small group of “typical Russians” for filming and showing to Mommy Professor types here. It all went great at first. These “typical” Russians all applauded at the right times. Only a paranoid might think they got signals from the translator were not “typical.”

Then Teddy blew it. This was not America, where the “typical Americans” would have been on his side. Among the usual Mommy Professor robots over here he would routinely ask for a show of hands and that would show he represented real people.

But he talked about the heavy spending on weapons by the USSR and the US. He asked if the Soviet Union spent too much on arms!

He wanted his “typical Russian audience” to raise their hands on whether or not they approved of SOVIET action!

He came as near to being lynched as a Big Name visiting the USSR ever has.

And there, ladies and gentlemen, is the Problem I face in talking to you.

You think you are addressing arguments to Top Names and Professional Thinkers when what you are actually addressing is a group of retarded Space Cadets.