[Shhhh! I'm Listening to Reason!]

Mr. Oliver's apparition appeared to me and asked that I post this, his
final article:

"Why I am a worm-eaten corpse and why this is the fault of minorities"
by Revilo P. Oliver

Back in the day when whites were whites and blacks were lynched, a man
could be a man. I mean by that, of course, a white man could be a man.
A black man was only 3/5 of a man as it should be. I think the 3/5
rule was to be politically correct though. We all know the real
fractional value of a minority as compared to a white man is more on
the lines of 1/5. I have scientific data to prove this but I do not
feel the need to clog up a perfectly good essay with a lot of boring
data.

Minorities suck up precious resources. This lowers the life expectancy
of white men and is a travesty. White men should live as long as
possible because we're better than minorities. We are the producers of
the world. Bleeding hearts will say that we've gone in and forcibly
taken the resources from other countries. Maybe we have. But that's
because we're dominant and only superior beings become dominant. If
you were to think "White=Superior" you'd be on track. White is good.
Why do you suppose the devil is on "the dark side"? There's your proof
(if you're so dumb as to need proof of something as obvious as the
superiority of the white man).

Minorities should just leave the United States. That would make our
nation better. White men stole it fair and square and now all
minorities should leave. That's just the way it is. This will
accomplsh two things: one, it will improve air quality because we all
know minorities smell bad. Two, it would mean that minorities would
stop sucking up precious resources and white men would therefore live
longer. Minority women can stay, of course, to service white men. They
want white men anyway because we're better lovers.

I recall my own dashing self, back when I was still breathing. Now
worms crawl up my nasal passage. This makes me feel as though I want
to sneeze, but as we all know dead men don't sneeze. I liken this to
the phantom pains amputees report having. I want to sneeze but I can't
because I exhaled my last breath decades ago. I blame this effect on
minorities. It is also their fault they took the resources which would
have kept me alive. They should just leave now.

In summary I have proven beyond doubt the superiority of white men,
that minorities should leave the United States, and that I am dead.

(Revilo P. Oliver began to fade in and out at this point. He was
saying something else that I could not make out clearly. It could have
been "We are the master race. When one wins it erases one's woes" but
it may also have been "When I masturbate I pretend I'm in Marilyn
Monroe". Before I could ask him for sure which it was he vanished. I
leave it to the reader to interpret what Mr. Oliver meant.)

[Bret L]

On Sep 6, 2:27 am, "Shhhh! I'm Listening to Reason!"
wrote:
Mr. Oliver's apparition appeared to me and asked that I post this, his
final article:

"Why I am a worm-eaten corpse and why this is the fault of minorities"
by Revilo P. Oliver

Back in the day when whites were whites and blacks were lynched, a man
could be a man. I mean by that, of course, a white man could be a man.
A black man was only 3/5 of a man as it should be. I think the 3/5
rule was to be politically correct though. We all know the real
fractional value of a minority as compared to a white man is more on
the lines of 1/5. I have scientific data to prove this but I do not
feel the need to clog up a perfectly good essay with a lot of boring
data.


Compare your bilious horse****, so crude it can not even be called a
parody, to this excerpt from the real writer:

"The most acute of our observers return with one fundamental datum: "The Japanese are so polite that you can never even guess what they are thinking." They are so polite they speak English to relieve the Americans of the need to acquire even a smattering of colloquial Japanese, although some may learn enough to add a few words to current slang. {note 14} One of the vulgar euphemisms in current use is 'fox,' which designates a young and especially libidinous female, being applied in college circles to the 22% of "co-eds" who, according to a recent survey, are eager to copulate on sight with any presentable male. In Western tradition, the fox is a type of craftiness, not lust, so I conjecture that this use of 'fox' (not, notice, 'vixen') had its source in Japan, where a particularly liberated and lascivious "sporting woman" (asobime) is said to be a werefox or to have been created from the bones of a horse and animated by the fox-goblin; hence many allusions in satirical verse. {end note 14} Some men return with a Japanese religion *{note 15} The religion is most commonly the Rinzai sect of Zen, one of the sixty or more varieties of Buddhism that the Japanese have fashioned in their own image out of the Chinese Ch'an, which was a radical Chinese revision of the religion that was fashioned in India out of a travesty of the philosophy of Gautama, the Buddha. The Japanese doctrine is described by Alan W. Watts in The Way of Zen (New York, 1957) as well as any unverifiable belief can be described by a believer. Zen is said to be the basis of the warrior's code of hushido, but I suspect that the connection is as adventitious as the relation of the Western chivalric tradition to Christianity. {end note 15}* or a Japanese wife.{note 16} An American technician tells me that he is happy with his second or third wife, whom he brought back from Japan. "In Japan," he says, "females are still women." I leave to the reader reflection on the social implications. {end note 16} But few learn more about Japan than do tourists who spend two or three days ashore from a cruise ship.

What Westerners see and learn in Japan is strictly limited by the
innate character of the Japanese, who instinctively combine courtesy
with an inner reserve that is foreign to our nature. They keep their
thoughts private, secret, with a mental discipline of which our race
is incapable. I shall give you a good illustration of that basic fact.

When the United States was preparing to start shooting in Korea, a
ranking officer of our Military Intelligence was sent to Japan to
supervise from his headquarters there certain intelligence operations
in Korea. He provided himself with a Japanese mistress from a very
good middle-class family. His cover was some position in the
Quartermaster's Corps, and, of course, he was careful not to let his
concubine know that he had any other military function. She was, in
every way, a perfect mate, who seemed to anticipate his every wish and
desire by some kind of instinct, sometimes when he was scarcely aware
himself of precisely what he wanted.

The young woman's two or three brothers had been officers in the
Japanese army and had been killed in action. Her uncle and aunt had
perished during our fire-bombing of Tokyo, when we destroyed sixteen
square miles of the city and made a million persons homeless after a
hundred thousand had been burned alive, boiled in the canals, or
suffocated by the fire-storm. She and her mother had barely escaped
alive from their burning home. The American tried to discover what his
perfect concubine was really thinking, so, after many months of
conjugal intimacy, he asked her about that American raid on Tokyo. Oh,
yes, she remembered it vividly: she had seen the American planes come
in like celestial butterflies, "silver wings in the moonlight, very
pretty, very pretty!" It was only then that the American, being a
highly intelligent man, realized how she hated him -- hated him with
an implacable -- and noble hatred.

Whether she was watching him for a Japanese intelligence service
(their maid, who did not live in, but came every day, would have made
a perfect messenger), the American never knew, but that did not
matter. Being, as I have said, a highly intelligent man, he realized
that he had glimpsed for a moment the soul of a great race."

Note that there are several footnotes which are italicized in the
original. If one wishes to see it as Oliver intended, a .pdf of "The
Yellow Peril" can be found with Google . It is not by any means his
magnum opus, only a typical example of his writing.

http://www.faem.com/oliver/yellow.htm (Text copy)

[Shhhh! I'm Listening to Reason!]

On Sep 7, 1:33*am, Bret L wrote:
On Sep 6, 2:27 am, "Shhhh! I'm Listening to Reason!"

wrote:
Mr. Oliver's apparition appeared to me and asked that I post this, his
final article:

"Why I am a worm-eaten corpse and why this is the fault of minorities"
by Revilo P. Oliver

Back in the day when whites were whites and blacks were lynched, a man
could be a man. I mean by that, of course, a white man could be a man.
A black man was only 3/5 of a man as it should be. I think the 3/5
rule was to be politically correct though. We all know the real
fractional value of a minority as compared to a white man is more on
the lines of 1/5. I have scientific data to prove this but I do not
feel the need to clog up a perfectly good essay with a lot of boring
data.

*Compare your bilious horse****, so crude it can not even be called a
parody, to this excerpt from the real writer:

Take it up with Mr. Oliver's apparition. Bratzi.

I am merely the messenger.

[Clyde Slick]

On 7 Set, 03:17, "Shhhh! I'm Listening to Reason!"
wrote:
On Sep 7, 1:33*am, Bret L wrote:





On Sep 6, 2:27 am, "Shhhh! I'm Listening to Reason!"

wrote:
Mr. Oliver's apparition appeared to me and asked that I post this, his
final article:

"Why I am a worm-eaten corpse and why this is the fault of minorities"
by Revilo P. Oliver

Back in the day when whites were whites and blacks were lynched, a man
could be a man. I mean by that, of course, a white man could be a man..
A black man was only 3/5 of a man as it should be. I think the 3/5
rule was to be politically correct though. We all know the real
fractional value of a minority as compared to a white man is more on
the lines of 1/5. I have scientific data to prove this but I do not
feel the need to clog up a perfectly good essay with a lot of boring
data.

*Compare your bilious horse****, so crude it can not even be called a
parody, to this excerpt from the real writer:

Take it up with Mr. Oliver's apparition. Bratzi.

I am merely the messenger.- Itago ang tekstong may panipi -

-Ipakita ang tekstong may panipi-

I am i contact wtih Revolting P.Gnitlover, he tells me that he hates
those yellow monkeys

[Shhhh! I'm Listening to Reason!]

On Sep 7, 1:33*am, Bret L wrote:
On Sep 6, 2:27 am, "Shhhh! I'm Listening to Reason!"

wrote:
Mr. Oliver's apparition appeared to me and asked that I post this, his
final article:

"Why I am a worm-eaten corpse and why this is the fault of minorities"
by Revilo P. Oliver

(Revilo P. Oliver began to fade in and out at this point. He was
saying something else that I could not make out clearly. It could
have
been "We are the master race. When one wins it erases one's woes" but
it may also have been "When I masturbate I pretend I'm in Marilyn
Monroe". Before I could ask him for sure which it was he vanished. I
leave it to the reader to interpret what Mr. Oliver meant.)

BTW, Bratzi, you didn't choose to clear up this dilemma: is it "Master
Race" or "Masturbate"?

I figure since you hang on his every word you'd know.