BUBBLES 2 | 2007-06-10
Now that WE are Bob's Blog, I can ventilate some. No longer is a Word From Bob Himself an excuse for someone here to desert us.
But this ventilating contains lessons. I have been in this game, determined ONLY to save my race, for fifty-five years. I have watched hundreds or thousands of people drift away from the cause in their little bubbles.
I THOUGHT I just watched AFKAN drift away in his bubble. My apologies to AFKAN. It was just Al Parker being cute. AFKAN will forgive me.
But my mistake would have been fatal before.
When this blog was just me, I was on a knife edge. People who swore they were dedicated above all to the survival of our race would get insulted and what they took as an insult to them or their pet bubble would cause them to instantly drop everything they had said they learned here.
I watch as Stormfronters leave our tiny group with our special mission to join a group collecting immigration petitions or hailing Ron Paul as Our Savior. There are MILLIONS of THEM, but our people deplete our tiny, historic ranks to get in on the Latest Big Thing.
I have spent fifty-five years watching one Latest Big Thing after another. To me the Jehovists who were saying that we could not plan for the long-term because if a Catholic were elected president in 1960 there would never be another election in America are as fresh in my memory as the Ron Paul for God crowd is now.
I know every bubble people drift off into from personal, raw, painful experience. From the obsession with uniforms of the man who founded WOL to the guy I described before I had worked with for half a century and who suddenly became a fanatical defeatist t those who would sell us out in an instant for the pope or their particular version of Jehovah and Traditional Values, I know ticking time-bombs when I see them. All of them have gone off in my face, repeatedly.
I was in at the founding of the Southern League, later the League of the South. Then it drifted off into a multicultural balloon. It had a Jehovist program. I saw that early and went along because I could use it until it blew away completely in its balloon.
I made my living off of the Goldwater-Reagan bubbles. I am fighting my fight on that money today. I get a little tired of people telling me Reagan was not the Real Revolution. I knew that going in.
I could tell you a hundred bubbles I watched people drift off in their balloons, and I could probably describe yours. But you will never regret the time you spent with me before your bubble took you away.