by
R.E. Prindle
In the late 1950s, Bill Buckley decreed that nobody whose name appeared on the masthead of the American Mercury magazine would be published in the pages of National Review. The once illustrious Mercury of H.L. Mencken had become a gutter of far right anti-Semites.
Bret Stephens, WSJ, 3/1/16
Well, now we
know who Bret Stephens is. If anyone can
remember who Bill Buckley was, he was the perfect image of a walking
prick. Obviously I have a different
opinion than Bret. Bill was no
conservative; read his novel about the great Joe McCarthy in which Buckley
virtually confesses to be a Communist plant along with the top ‘conservative’
voice of England. I figured that out in
1964 from reading the National Review when I was a mere boy of twenty-six.
He was not
only death on the American Mercury that few people read or even knew existed
but he combined with Chad Mitchell (of the trio) to root out ‘foul’ John
Birchers. I wasn’t one; I learned in the
McCarthy years that it didn’t pay to be a joiner. I have never joined anything. Doesn’t mean I’m safe though.
Still, I
read a lot, both bidden and forbidden books.
That’s the same as Orthodox and outside the pale of respectability. Today I find myself siding with what the
Orthodox call ‘domestic terrorists.’
They hurl risible insults like that and still call themselves
tolerant. Cognitive Dissonance is
synonymous with Liberal.
I also read
a lot of angst about White Supremacists.
I don’t know what that really means but in practice it seems to mean any
White person who won’t abase himself before coloreds. I’m talking about getting down on your knees
too, Liberals.
Being a
White Supremacist is like, you know, but I didn’t realize I was one until I
realized that being White I was supposed to submit my manhood to any people of
color. It was then I realized it was
total war.
My hands are
up now, whatever anybody did I wasn’t one of them. But now that we’re all convicted willy-nilly
with no hope of exonerating ourselves I’ve come to the conclusion that I have
to come to the defense of my ‘brothers and sisters.’
If White
people weren’t supreme, being in fact the elect, then here’s my question: Who’s on first and why should I kiss their
ass? No…your answer is not a good answer.
Take Dr.
David Duke. He is an intelligent, clean
living, reasonably presentable guy who has real ideals. Ideals we can embrace. Ideals
are good, aren’t they, everybody should have them. We’ve got ours. Where’s a man without ideals, right? Gotta have ‘em. Dr. Duke’s problem is that he’s too light
skinned to pass for colored, even the ‘colored’ makeup they use on TV won’t do
it, so he denied colored ‘ideals,’ he’s
got White ideals. Just as good, probably
better, but a different color. What’s
wrong with that? So do I.
Apparently
Bert Stephens of the Wall Street Journal hasn’t looked in the mirror
lately. He seems to have colored ideals
while he’s looking White. That’s what I
mean by Cognitive Disconnect.
What does he
think is going to happen when push comes to shove? He’s going to run into a pack of knife
wielding Negroes in the darkness before dawn and say: Hey, hey, it’s cool brothas, I’ve got colored
ideals.
‘Yeah, you
look just like a White Supremacist to us, Peckerwood.’ Slash, slash and Bret joins the despised in
the gutter.
Here’s
something that people don’t get, when other people don’t share your ideals they
become supremacist over you. There’s
only room at the top for one and you ain’t it.
So accept
the inevitable; White puppy dogs get kicked.
Or worse. On your feet White
wimps; Supremacism is the only way.
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