THE ROBERT W. WHITAKER ARCHIVE

Loyalties is a much clearer word than prejudices. Being born as a child of the revolution was very strange: either you were born into protests, killings, bombings, etc., and were terrified of them and the government as a kid. Or you were right afterward, and there was always a sense that something bad had happened that nobody was supposed to talk about. It was like being a juror on a murder trial, where you know lawyers have dickered like crazy about what you're allowed to know, or not know, and you can never know what, but some guy's life hangs in the balance of your finding out.

Or like going to dinner with some seriously dysfunctional family where you've been invited mostly to play the role of buffer. Later you find out half the family holds the other half responsible for some accidental death or something s/a that, which explains the weird vibes, and had you not been there, they probably would all have gone at each other. Things don't really make sense, you're not allowed to ask about it, not really, and yet you're supposed to find out, somehow, and lives depend on it.

Maybe it's good that some really think the social surgery worked, since they truly cannot see the obvious fear, lip service and devastating effects of the destruction. It's powerful enough that one can scarcely imagine it NOT surfacing someday. In the end, many people often get exactly what they deserve.

Another effect of 9-11, was people realizing they just didn't care. I was far from NY, and around me, nobody cared about the people there, not really. They were busy making their own plans for their families and so on should the shtf. They did not react like NY was part of their society at all---which was both surprising and interesting to watch.

I was walking along an upland savannah in a remote part of the valley where I live and encountered, hidden in the brush, a solitary grave. An obviously 19th century tombstone read: "Lieutenant Thomas Smith lies here, killed by an Indian arrow, 1866, age 42".

Astonished at finding a grave in a remote area I had been though numerous times through the years I stood there and indulged myself in a spiritual fantasy conversation with Lieutenant Smith. My fantasy conversation went like this: "Well, here I am 154 years later Lieutenant Smith, and you tumbled through life in a world with a lot fewer people in it and things just happened to you and one of the things that just happened was you were killed by an Indian's arrow. And in those 154 years few people have encountered your grave, but you died in a very remote place. And I am tumbling through life and things just spontaneously happen to me as they did to you and I also live in the very same chaotic world you inhabited. Accordingly, here I am at your grave, which hardly anybody knows about but me. And you had your problems with nonwhites and so do I."

We are tumbling, we tumble and we tumble, and things just happen. That is what descent is. We are all free falling, in the larger sense, through an incomprehensible world where what defines our lives are things that just spontaneously happen to us, but the intellectuals among us don't realize this. They don't realize the thing that is most fundamentally true, for themselves, and for everybody else. They just plain start at the wrong place, and by starting at the wrong place, they miss everything.

Similarly, the nonwhite world is a very noisy and chaotic place. It is an incomprehensible place. And the browner the skin, the more noisy, incomprehensible, and chaotic the world is.

This is very basic and fundamental. So basic and fundamental, no intellectual is aware of it. That is why intellectuals assume brown skin people think. The noisy, incomprehensible and chaotic world of brown skinned people surrounds me. It is above me, below me, outside my door; to my west, to my east, to my south, and to my north. It is on my street, in my parking lot, and up and down my neighborhood. In fact, it is as far as my eye can see, horizon to horizon a world inhabited by noisy, monkey like brown skinned people.

I know something about brown skinned people most whites, and particularly white intellectuals, don't know: Brown skinned people don't think. I am not just saying this. I am saying something more literal and profound. THEY, HONEST TO GOD, DON'T THINK.

They tumble and they tumble and everything that happens to them just happens spontaneously. Whatever they learn, whatever money they get, it is because it just spontaneously happens to them. Whatever is in their heads that seems like thinking isn't thinking: The "whatever" (that is in their heads) is just there because it is something that was put there by something that just spontaneously happened to them. It is not even simulated thinking. Everything in the life of brown skinned people just spontaneously happens, including anything that gets inside their heads. It is there because it just happened to get there, incomprehensibly. All they do is tumble and tumble, and things just spontaneously happen to them. No different than monkeys.

Intellectuals will tell me that Obama has a 150 IQ. But I know the truth: Obama doesn't think at all. Intellectuals are so stupid and blind to what is really and actually true, they don't see that the President of the United States does not think at all. He does no real thinking whatsoever, can't do it, in fact. Everything that is in Obama's head, and I mean everything, is just there because it just spontaneously happened to get there, incomprehensibly. He is no different than any other black: He tumbles and tumbles in a chaotic and incomprehensible world and things just happen to him. Like all brown skinned people, he can't conceive of anything else. His world is some sort of jungle flow.

We white people also tumble and tumble and things just spontaneously happen to us. But unlike brown skinned people, some of us are aware of it. We are aware of what is actually happening, basically and fundamentally. And what is really happening is free fall: It is this tumbling and tumbling, where what happens to us just happens because things just spontaneously happen.

Robert Whitaker is a chronicler of the incomprehensible, noisy, and chaotic world. The purpose of Robert Whitaker's chronicles is to guide those of us that are aware that intellectuals are not aware, not aware of the jungle we are in, not aware of chaos of the real word, not aware of incomprehensibly of the larger picture, not aware of the tumbling and spontaneity of the world, and not aware of the enormous gulf that separates the white race from other races. Following Mommy Professor around is just as dumb and ridiculous as following a drooling victim of Downs Syndrome around. It is the definition of being fundamentally and ridiculously lost.

The kind of insights furnished by Robert Whitaker is exactly what is required in an incomprehensible, noisy, and chaotic world where we are all in free fall and what defines our lives are things that just spontaneously happen to us.

His chronicles are navigation tools on "all fours" with reality. In contrast, intellectuals are blind to what is basic and fundamental. There is nothing absolutely basic and consistent that is on "all fours" with reality guiding what they say. When you begin at the wrong place, when you are basically and fundamentally wrong (e.g. blind), everything, I mean absolutely everything that follows is equally blind and wrong. It is not Robert Whitaker's fault that he offends orthodoxy. He had no choice in the matter, except to abandon reality.

In the larger sense, there is nothing any of us can do about the fact that we are just tumbling in a free fall in a chaotic and incomprehensible world and things just spontaneously happen to us. But I want to think that through the realization of the very thing that intellectuals don't see, and that is the true nature of this jungle world of ours, I can do a better job of avoiding the fate of Lieutenant Smith. And for me, personally, this is a very practical matter.

Well ask about any of these surgery victims if they believe in the "Blank Slate" theory? Remember the Blank Slate theory replaced something called "racism."

We are just living in another wordist cult that is descending into chaos (think of a Big Momma Liberal run daycare center for delinquents).

But no our side cannot move forward or up the ladder so stuck in IQ and crime studies. Though they are necessary they are but a stepping stone to asking the basic questions of the cultists and cult leaders who need to be destroyed.

Examples, a Jew could care less about internet blowhards speaking of conspiracy theories, what they fear are the basic direct questions of their virulent little cult. "Tell us about your religion?"

"Sean Hannity do you believe in the Blank Slate theory?"

"Big Momma Liberal with your free thinker's uniform of graying temple hair, why do advocate the genocide of my race the white race and dare call it anti-racism?"

In the 60's daddy professor and his drugged out college chums would protest and get their mugs splattered on the evening news. It usually happen after Dan Rather stuck a microphone in the face of a bloody grunt laying on a stretcher being hauled out of one of the hell holes somewhere in Vietnam.

In those days daddy professors' uniform was a tie dyed shirt, unwashed levies and sandals. Now, daddy professors' uniform consists of Birkenstocks and a tweed coat. These days daddy professor helps his buddies from the communes get a black dress or a job with SPLC.

As a youth and a member of the forgotten generation, I fondly remember coming home from grade school grabbing my chocolate chip cookies and milk and turning on the TV. Sure enough, after Dan Rather, I watched a clip to see Johnny Law pounding the daylights out daddy professor and his buddies as they were protesting at some university.

I remember tears coming to my eyes. Not for daddy professor, but because I was not there to help Johnny Law. Now that Daddy professor and is acid head buddies have taken over the country Johnny Law is always watching me.