Whitaker's Current Articles May 22, 2004
May 22, 2004 --
May 22, 2004 --
Once and for All, Gang, I KNOW the Sky is Blue!
May 22, 2004 -- Viva
May 22, 2004 -- Message to the DEAF:
WE TOLD YOU SO!!!!!!!!!!!!
A human being is the only animal who laughs.
A human being is the only animal who knows he is going to die.
Don't ever let any one tell you, "That is too serious to make jokes
about." Serious situations are exactly what we have a
sense of humor for.
The group that calls itself "The Greatest Generation" has
completely screwed up what was once the American world view. If
you weren't in the War, they said, you had no right to talk about anything.
Only combat, real combat in the Real War, made a man's life
worthwhile. Physical courage, the kind only the Greatest
Generation had, is all that matters.
Meanwhile, back on Planet Earth and in real history, a hundred
Medal Honor winners are small potatoes compared to the person who
has the MORAL courage to say the right thing at the right time.
Any decent human being visiting Arlington National cemetery is
supposed to feel sadness, inspiration, and above Gratitude,
Gratitude, and more Gratitude. He is then supposed to ask
himself, "How about some Gratitude
for a change?"
So much for a decent human being. When I worked in
Washington and visited the Arlington National Cemetery, my
attitude was entirely
The veteran's lobby wants us all to feel Gratitude,
Gratitude, Gratitude because their job is to get money out of us.
"If you're Grateful, they say, show it by spending more money on
Meanwhile, the last thing those guys who died in combat need is
is this: Most religious people feel that the dead are in Heaven or
Hell or Nirvana or have been reborn into another life on this
earth with no memory of the old one. Most
non-religious people are convinced that the dead are just plain
But one thing NOBODY believes is that the guys under those
crosses at Arlington are worrying about how much Gratitude you are
feeling. But . . . .
I thought, "Every combat veteran who is lying here is here because people
who worked exactly where I work today screwed up. They had
face bullets and high explosive because somebody in my position
didn't have the courage to face being embarrassed, to be all alone
doing what needed to be done while everybody else squawked about
the Great Issue of the Day."
I am right at home today, hitting on what counts while everybody
is frantically e-mailing each other about how Bush lies about
Iraq. That's the story of my career.
The Iraq War is a policy that was determined while all the frantic
e-mails were squawking about Clinton's sex scandals and a balanced
budget. The job of a reasonably intelligent, decent person is to
prevent the NEXT war.
They didn't prevent this one because they were too busy
sending each other frantic e-mails about the Clinton scandals.
They are doing the same thing now. Meanwhile, I have an
real, serious obligation to those who died.
We've all heard the term "The Silent Majority." That term was
coined by Mark Twain in 1868 when he was describing the giant
cemeteries in, around, and under the City of Paris. At that time
the living population of Paris was in the hundreds of thousands,
but those cemeteries held at least a million. So in one line
Twain referred to those million dead as "Paris's silent majority."
At the end of World War II, the veterans' lobbies represented
twelve million people, at least a fifth of the entire voting
population if you ignore their families. They were young and
active, and all anybody talked about was the debt we owed them.
While everybody is showering gratitude on the veterans' who vote
and their families, there should be one person who
represents a silent population out there across the Potomac River.
I do that by taking a cold, hard look at the real world and trying to
prevent more heroes from lying under those crosses.
Once and for All, Gang, I KNOW the Sky is Blue!
A WOL reader wrote me about my references to "Jews," "the World
War II generation," and other generalizations. He began his note
"Bob, there are always exceptions to the rule."
This is what I wrote him back:
"You are too intelligent to tell me that."
"The sky is also blue, but you are too intelligent to explain
that to me, too."
"We got a lot to do. Let's get real."
Tecate is a Mexican beer company that recently made an ad for the
The usual "Hispanic advocates" screamed bloody murder. They said
the ad "furthered the stereotyping of Mexicans."
Tecate answered, "The ad was made for adults with an adult sense
I am sure the California Tecate advertisers will soon confess
their ideological error, apologize, grovel around on the floor,
and give those full-time professional "Hispanic advocates" money.
But in the meantime, I LOVE Tecate!
A professional black or
Hispanic activist is usually a pencil-neck who can't get any
attention or earn a living by doing anything else. A
professional minority "activist" is a person whose only means of
livelihood depends on his being completely humorless and
A professional black activist is a person who makes his living
screaming wildly about the Confederate flag while blacks die by
the hundreds of thousands of drug addiction in America and tens of
millions of blacks die of AIDS and malnutrition in Africa.
Meanwhile, a stone-hearted white racist named Bob Whitaker went
to Africa and created a few jobs for blacks.
This same stone-hearted white racist took his life in his
hands, went straight into ghettoes and helped black addicts in
recovery. He also conducted recovery meetings in prisons for
more blacks than whites. I never got a dime for it.
Mean while, professional black "activists" make a fat living by
attacking the Confederate flag from very comfortable offices.
They do that with a grim hard look on their faces. They
attack grinning white Southerners who get a kick out of waving
Confederate flags. They get paid to scowl and say, "They're
Meanwhile, Native American activists have also discovered that
there is fortune in being humorless. They make a living
attacking the Atlanta Braves and the Cleveland Indians.
The name of a professional sports team is not the main problem
American Indians face today, but for "activists," it's a living.
A sense of humor is a sense of proportion, and "activists" can
only make a living by having no sense of proportion, no sense of
human priorities, whatsoever.
If we ever started laughing at these "activists," it would be
like the kid who saw the Emperor was buck naked.
Tecate demands that these pencil-necks have an adult sense of
humor, an adult sense of proportion. That would ruin their
If we ever started laughing at these "activists," they would
have to go out and find honest jobs.
Message to the Deaf: WE TOLD YOU SO!!!!!!
This week liberals are celebrating the fiftieth anniversary
Supreme Court's decision in Brown versus the Board of Education,
when the Supreme Court took over the power to shove integration
down the throat of every Southern State. Every respectable
conservative is praising that decision even louder, trying
desperately to impress liberals.
Also this week, Massachusetts became the first state to
legalize gay marriage, following the orders of the Massachusetts
Supreme Court. Gays are now demanding that the United States
Supreme Court declare gay marriage legal in every state.
Conservatives are moaning about the Massachusetts Supreme Court
and asking loudly where a court got the power to legislate like
If you can't understand the connection between these two
events, you would make a good respectable conservative
You also need to check into a home for the mentally retired.