At the first instant, “revolutionary patience” seems like the ultimate oxymoron.

The next instant the Mantra Mind realized, “So THAT is why so few revolutionaries succeed!”

The revolutionary cannot push history. History has to come to him.

And history couldn’t care less how loud you are shouting.

One commenter said he was tired of waiting for white people to speak out.

After fifty-five years, I might be getting a tad restless myself.

So one of our pros explained to him, with an example, that we have no idea how things will go and when.

The example given was a future in which we choose our genes. If, in THAT future, any mention of race has become dynamite and Hitlerian, our race is doomed.

If we are still fighting for the right of racial survival, we only have to get far enough to allow racial survival to be an issue to save ourselves.

If the AMPW crowd is all that is left at that point, all their arguments about inferiority will mean nothing. They could not contest it if mixed race children were just the proper genes.

The fact is that white people are hated, not because we claim to be superior, but because everybody BELIEVES we are superior. Whites who hate people hate whites.

What in the end stirs up non-whites is the fact that they can never BE white.

We have no idea how and when our time will come. We have no idea whether it will be peaceful or violent.

So we are telling an uncompromising truth, one that doesn’t involve how macho or Intellectual it makes us FEEL.

And I, for one, am here to STAY.

I apologize for yesterday’s outburst.

You remember the guy in the Godfather, the one who held the meeting in Cuba and talked about he wished he would be there to see the future. Michael Corleone, “He’s been dying of the same heart condition for thirty years.”

And sure enough, years later the only way to get the old man dead was for Corleone to get him shot.

The point of that fit was worth remembering, though: Someone who comes back at you withh this old “There is no race” crap, which was standard when I got into grammar school, is saying “There is no race so genocide is impossible.”

I am embarrassed about dropping this old man bit on you. Just let me try to get off the self-pity.

By the way, every bit of the version of the “There is no race” doctrine that was absolutely enforced when I entered grammar school has been absolutely, totally discredited.

So don’t let the new nonsense bother you.

One advantage of having an old codger like me around is that I’ve seen this all before.