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Well I got some help and can now copy and paste. I sent to 4 disappointed students at Catholic Universities. The mantra is on my desk top so if someone has too many sites, they could assign a few to me.

Comment by Shari

ME:

I almost congratulted Shari on finding help on her own. Then it occured to me that Shari might not take this as a compliment. After all, she is a competent adult and she might not appreciate my praise for her simply acting like a competent adult.

But all of you who have been in this movement for a while realize how the IQ of a person seems to collapse when they get in here. On Stormfront you hear constant sfreaming about things no adult would bother with. You cannot get anybody to concentrate on the real, serious battle we face every day. They want to shout about the latest news and talk about how useless doing anything now is, but when The Time Comes, they'll be out there with their machine guns in the right.

They sound like ten-year-olds playing cowboys.

Even before I met these folks, I had been exposed to the World War II cowboys.

Or apemen.

Maybe only Joe and I remember, but Tarzan movies were always advertised with the King of the Apes, Tarzan, swinging from vine to vine and giving his call. "AAAOOAAOOAHOOAHOOHAH!" It was as famous in my youth as the Lone Ranger Theme, aka, The Willaim Tell Overture.

And every time I met a World War II vet I could hear him beating his chest and screaming, "AAAOOAAOOAHOOAHOOHAH!" One could not speak to them rationally, it was always "I learned in the military that you can't buck the Government."

"That shows I'm a Tough, Practical Real Man."

I found it tough to tell the difference between a shrieking Tough, Practical Real Man and a slave.

You have all been exposed to this sudden collapse of intelligence in people who go cowboy on you. It costs you a LOT of pain to get used to it, to get resigned to it. Now, abruptly, I am surrounded by adults. But from time to time I will slip into my old habits, and you know first-hand exactly where those habits came from.

I am delighted to have this problem. It was such an astonishing delight to read Dave's step-by-step, no words wasted guide to our kind of political warfare. It is great to see Shari going out and finding help and volunteering, I WANT YOU TO TAKE HER UP ON IT, to place some Bob's Mantras for those who have a list to put them on.

But I am still going to slip from time to time and fail to respect you the way you deserve to be respected.

My habits of mind run pretty deep. Shari mentioned some disappointed Catholic university students she had contacted. This got my mind back in my old professor mode. Then Shari mentioned she had Bob's Mantra on her desktop. I am NOT joking here. I thought for several minutes that she had a page with Bob's Mantra stuck on her COLLEGE-type, desktop!

I finally shook it off and realized what she meant, but it was honestly in my mind for a minute or two that she had it pasted on her desk, the wooden classroom one!

I still get a smile from people who volunteer to give me their cell number. I used to work in a place where one's cell number was an essential piece of information, but it had nothing to do with the telephone.

And when I go into a store and see directions relating to a credit card, telling you how to "swipe" something, it has a meaning for me that one would not expect from the management.

An old guy's institution memory is useful. But it comes with some liabilities.