I just wrote a piece, “Here Comes the Cavalry!” hoping you would understand why I have such a hard time listening to your You Tube and other broadcasts. I literally have papers to prove how bad it is for me after all those years wearing myself out writing speeches.

In fact, just about the You Tube I actually looked at lately was when I was told that a good-looking girl was doing it. Let me assure you that my interest was entirely intellectual.

Trust me. I was in politics, you know.

But my experience is useful. For example, it is a lot harder to write a short column every day than it is to write one long one each week.

But the best example I can come up with is to say that one person writing a book, unless he is one of the New York Times favorites, is hell of a lot of work for him and his editor, but compared to the effort put into a simple, short slogan, it is trivial.

“The Pause That Refreshes,” “Just DO It.” There are hundreds of these slogans that everyone knows is connected to one product.

And that, of course, is the point.

Lord knows how many dollars went into the Army’s slogan “Be All You Can Be” and then its switch to “An Army of One.” But this is a difference I have to point out.

Short is EXPENSIVE.

Short is HARD WORK.

We act like professionals because our effort is to make the Mantra SHORTER. You may tend to forget that the whole rest of the pro-white movement tends to believe a book is impressive by its weight.

Those short slogans that are copyrighted by companies and worth a hundred million dollars took years to hammer out. Someone may have mentioned it, but it didn’t go into the market the next day.

As I told you before, direct mail, which is a hell of a lot cheaper than something like A Pause That Refreshes, evolved through a statistical process made of thousands of test mailings. The length of each sentence is varied in one test, a single word will be used in one and another single word in another test.

Direct mail evolved through thousands of such statistical checks. Try to imagine what a billion-dollar company’s slogan goes through.

I often wonder what General Comments 5 looks like to a pro-white who first sees it. Some of our experienced people cut the use of words so thin that, if words were money, they would make Shylock look like a Big Spender.

But that is not all there is to it, of course. We are used to posting where we will get only one shot and then the desbot cuts us off. So sometimes you have to get all you can in once.

There are thousands of people who make luxurious livings working day and night to fit in exactly as many words as will fit and give the message.

This is the big leagues.

The great thing about Porch Talk is that one does not have to worry about one’s qualifications. It is useful to hear a smart old man talk about what he remembers. In fact, some of the most useful things in Porch Talk is the misconceptions one gets to hear.

Porch Talk gives you the “take” of the older person on a time he lived through. On the porch, he isn’t trying to impress you or give you the Final Truth.

To me, Creator’s being in Iceland brings back a lot of memories of the things I heard, from decade to decade, about that country, without any particular coherence, but just as they reached us at random.

For instant, I seem to remember that when the post-war European population bust really got under way, Iceland still had a uniquely high birth rate, which at one point was estimated at a natural increase of once every 31 and a half years.

I also remember that in 1959 I was at a refugee conference in Berlin and was at a table where a Dane, a Norwegian and a Swede were talking very easily together, each in his native tongue. But Icelandic, they told me, was a very hard language for any of them to read.

I was also told that Icelanders would take foreign words and try to make them into a word deriving from Old Norse. They their origins seriously.

But mostly, I came to a deduction about the Althing, the Icelandic Parliament. Unlike the Greek democracy, where all the citizens sat around and shouted at each other, the Althing was set up in 920 AD as a unique representative democracy, meaning they elected representatives rather than the whole population assembling as in Greece.

But accepted history said that the Althing was INVENTED in Iceland. Actually the first Christian king of Norway was also known as the first KING of Norway, a single ruler totally alien to the earlier tradition of Old Norse society.

It seemed to me more likely that Althing was what the refugees from the first real king of Norway set up the way a group of runaway Americans would set up their own representative government.

Accepted history did not want that to be true because democracy had to traced to the East or at least to Classical Society.

Iceland was also known to have the highest book readership of any country on earth, including Japan.

One more thing that one heard about Iceland was that it first founded by Celtic monks, and that the population was Celtic-Norse. This was third-hand information, so one naturally had no explanation of how monks had descendants.

Pretty confused stuff, sort of like ea European whose only knowledge of the American South comes from talking with other Europeans who read Gone With the Wind.

Being a geography buff, Iceland fascinated me because it was both in Europe and in America. The Monroe Doctrine covered Iceland when it was already a Danish colony. Yet it is and is not part of Scandinavia.

But there is no doubt about which side of the White Line Iceland stands in OUR minds.

Irony is funny because it is true. It is also cruel because it is true. But as Bishop Fulton J. Sheen, a name only BBG will probably recognize, once said, “Man is the only animal who laughs. Man is also the only animal who knows he will die.”

One of the strains of writing for BUGS is that I will start on one subject, then realize that where I am going is somewhere else. A change of direction means a complete rethought and a complete rewrite. This actually involves several rewrites.

In other words, most of the WORK here comes from a change of direction. When I put this in plain English to myself the simple answer as to why BUGS is harder than writing for money becomes a piece of irony:

“When I wrote for money I wasn’t GOING anywhere.”

When I wrote for money the route was laid out. I was writing in terms a certain public would understand and in the language of the person who had hired me. In short, I already knew what to say, and I knew exactly what the style would be.

I got paid because, as with the Populist Forum, all I wanted to do was truly represent the person I was writing for and put it in terms the people I as writing to would understand.

Another irony is that it was easy because what people would understand was so limited. So my books, even the ones in my own name, were dedicated to getting across just enough new ideas, which were very old ideas to me, so my particular public would understand and to give examples they would recognize.

To be perfectly frank, when you were limited to those subjects there was little danger of me.

BUGS readers are an entirely different matter. I can talk about Wordism and a dozen other concepts that would require full explanation to others. I do not have to devote my writing to explaining these basics.

I can GO somewhere. I can be writing here and suddenly remember that I don’t have to go through the old explanations and deal with the “DUHH!!” bit.

Within the old bounds, it was easy for me to do what seemed near superhuman to some.

When the heat was on and a congressman needed a speech fast, he would bypass his own staff and call me on the Committee. I had explained the same things, with a little twist to spice up the speech so many times I could do it on an entirely new subject at, literally, record speed.

In fact, I could do that on entirely new subjects. It was a technique.

I wasn’t GOING anywhere. The tracks were easy to see. If I got off the track nobody would understand what I was talking about.

But talking about something that is new to ME is a whole different ball game. I am not just explaining something I have had years to think over. But when I connect different concepts together for the first time here and come to conclusions I hadn’t considered before, it’s a different thing altogether.

I do more mental WORK for you than I did for anybody who paid me.

It is new kind of freedom. And like any new kind of freedom it has elements of strain.

Ben Franklin was born around 1705. When he set out to write his autobiography he was about my age. He set out to write it because, as said, his days were coming to an end.

He died fifteen years later, having been a member of the Constitutional Convention of the government he had helped to found. We all know why he didn’t finish his autobiography himself.

In the early 1770s, when a majority of the population didn’t reach the age of five, Franklin thought it was time for him to describe his life. He had invented the study and terminology of electricity, invented the Franklin Stove, invented bifocals and lightening rods and a number of other things each of which would have made him famous.

He was the only living American elected a Fellow of the Royal Society.

Ben had negotiated treaties with the Indians and with the Quakers, whom he despised, pretty well dominated Pennsylvania politics and, when he retired from real work, was chosen by four colonies to represent them in London.

Franklin was famous all over America.

But all those things above were his hobbies. He had grown rich as a publisher, he had done most of his own writing.

So when he sat down and took a deep breath in the early 1770s, he had plenty to write about.

But to those of us reading it today, his remark about coming to the end of his labors sound funny as hell.

I am flattered by some people really being concerned about my health when I talk about freezing and being tired. It is important to remember that Old Bob really is and has always been concerned with my race’s survival and in that struggle my own lifetime is not as much a preoccupation with me as it would be with normal folk.

You are important to me because the torch must eventually be passed. To someone obsessed with his own undying fame or being The Leader that would be a secondary concern.

So my talk about my passing is, as Twain said, much exaggerated. Believe me, if my health were bad you would know about it. We have things to do, and whether I am here or not affects the continuation of the fight my whole existence has been devoted to.

But if you want a report on the health of Robert W. Whitaker, Esquire, here it is:

I am healthy as a horse and damned near as smart.

One figure that stuck to my mind from a fifth grade textbook was that 52% of the blood of white Americans came from people who were here before 1776. They were illustrating a lesson no one knows today: that simple arithmetic shows how the early waves of immigration grew.

Around the 1970s, I tried to look this figure up: What percentage of the white American bloodline is likely to date from the period of early huge migrations and the natural doubling of the population every twenty to twenty-five years.

I finally wrote the Census, where the information came from around 1950, and naturally got back a letter saying they don’t keep track of things like that.

A few weeks back I saw a report from the US Census that half of the US population descends from people who came through New York in the last hundred and fifty years or so.

We all know why the Census obliged with that data, which is pure bullshit.

Why is information produced?

The fifth grade textbook I read was quoting US Census information which illustrated the arithmetic of the early migrations. But twenty years later, like so much else, that information was heresy.

If one ever looks at population numbers, there is no conceivable way that half of our population came through Ellis Island. That is pure Wishtory.

But a documentary on the whites who came to America before the Bering Strait Indians ends with saying that actually they all mixed together so America was a melting pot from the beginning.

They had also used the documentary to explain that it wasn’t the ancestors of Indians, who love Brother Buffalo so much and have that tear in their eye when whites destroy the country they came to first, killed the mammoth.

Either whites did that or nobody did.

So the ending sermon in that particular documentary said that the mammoths were wiped out by the same disaster that wiped out the Europeans who came first to America and the whites survived to make this a Melting Pot.

So the Census Bureau tells us that half the American population came through Ellis Island, though they cannot say even generally how many descended from the fast reproduction for three hundred years of waves of immigrants.

The statistic the Census Bureau came up with would be more realistic if they said that half the American population had ONE ancestor who came over on Ellis Island. We have a LOT of ancestors from a century ago.

Even that doesn’t make arithmetic sense. And it is perfectly clear that the reason that “one half” was to give the impression that half of American blood today is those who came over at Ellis Island.

Like the Clovis whites, it all has to say that American is as Nation of Immigrants.

Moderately intelligent adults would laugh at the desperate strain our Politically Correct theologians go through to torture out statements that they want to make.

I wish scientists a lot of luck finding intelligent life in the universe, because it’s pretty well extinct down here.

BoardAd reminds me that Whitaker Online began on September 12, 1998. For the first time, I will announce our WOL/BUGS anniversary on the right date instead of realizing it later.

I had been writing emails to a small group of people and one of them asked me to begin a blog for the Southern Nationalists. He got us started on the technical side, and there may have been fifty readers.

A good teacher learns more than his students do. I don’t think there is any other blog which has a tenth as much intellectual WORK in it as this one does. Everything has evolved, from my audience to my message to my whole approach.

If it were not so much against the political grain, the last twelve years could be the Montesque’s Essays of Blogdom, developing into the form of a modern blog just as the medium itself became general.

I can’t imagine anybody has learned as much from BUGS as I did developing it. As a graduate assistant in Political Science and then a professor of economics, I felt I had never really read the textbooks until I had to teach them.

The same is true of BUGS, on several levels.

The Southern Nationalist movement turned out to be a front for some Presbyterian theocrats, and it did the usual split. But I learned about blogs, and both sides in the split carried Whitaker Online, for which neither side ever forgave me.

All they were arguing about is ancient history. We are their only legacy, and it is one hell of a legacy.

In that long stretch of years, I couldn’t get my book out, surprise, surprise, it was a screed against the whole professorial class that tells people what to publish. One publisher took it on my credentials and then READ it, and then told me that they not only would not publish it, they were DESTROYING ALL CORRESPONDENCE relating to it!

There is such a thing as being TOO accurate!

I spoke at a New Orleans conference and found Stormfront. On Stormfront I was famous for cutting down the anti-whites but no one would use my arguments. That is the story of my life, so I used what I had, I EVOLVED what I had.

Twelve years down the road, we have a simple message and a group to spread it. Like supply and demand or Newtonian Physics, it sounds simple once you GET it. But the job of hammering it down and then slowly finding people who GET it has required thousands of hours of work by me, and even more by those who, for nothing but the Cause, did what I could not do.

It looks simple, in retrospect, but I have been a professional writer for many decades. One of the first things you learn about writing is that when a piece ends up looking so logical that the author just sat down and wrote what was on his mind, there is blood on the typewriter keys.

It is the easy flow of the professional writer that makes it look so easy. I don’t know how many people have said to me, “I can say things, but I can’t WRITE them” When a professional writer has rewritten his piece a dozen times, it is easy reading, it flows naturally, or LOOKS natural. Naturally people wonder why they can’t write exactly what they are thinking of exactly like that.

Gravity was around for billions of years when Newton came along. Everybody PRACTICED the economics of supply and demand for millennia, but nobody THOUGHT IT OUT until Adam Smith.

As In the development of WOL/BUGS, what you end up with looks like what you would have started with.

It’s OBVIOUS.

It’s SIMPLE.

What in the hell has Bob been DOING for twelve long years?