Ok Guzzardi…This Is Why I am Here With You, Pal, Pitching for VDARE.COM

Oh,
if I had a nickel for every time…

Many of our readers ask me if I still work in
politics—if I am currently managing any campaigns, what
my opinion is on candidate X, whether I will one day
return to that treacherous arena. 

And I wish I had a simple answer to any of those
questions, but in fact the truth is this:  I am not
sure if I can return…and I`m just fine with that!

This may be the situation for many of us here at

VDARE.COM.

Ruffling feathers is effortless for us—but smoothing
those feathers at a later date, now, that`s the tricky
part!

America today is basically a long pour of political
correctness run amok, shaken with a lethal dose of
cultural diversity and served on the rocks by
self-righteous social activists.

We all know it, we all live it…we just can`t talk about
it. 

If you want a successful career in politics, as a
staffer or as an elected official, there are certain
things you should never do:

1.     
Never
fraternize with anybody other than your
spouse—unless you are unmarried, in which case you would
do well to first check the age of consent in your
respective state. Also off-limits: lobbyists and anybody
who has a business card with the letters P-A-C on it.

On second thought,
just keep your hands to yourself.

2.     
Never,
NEVER, speak with the media unless you are giving this
precisely scripted statement:

“…it was my duty to
heroically charge into that burning, fifty-story
building and carry 12 children, two dogs and an elderly
couple to safety.

Three of the children
were severely handicapped, the dogs were sight-assisting
animals and I left no Black children behind. All of
those involved in today`s tragedy are receiving
top-notch, taxpayer funded healthcare. 

The first responders
took an appalling 12 minutes to arrive on scene
therefore the elderly couple is suing the state of
California for gross negligence. They are Mexican
nationals with very limited English proficiency so I
have offered them my services as a translator.”

3.     
NEVER,
NEVER, NEVER, EVER, EVER, EVER TALK ABOUT IMMIGRATION
REFORM!!!

Careful or you`ll burn, kiddies!…immigration reform
involves race and social equality—controversial issues
that must be handled with flame-retardant gloves—issues
that carry this invisible warning label for anyone who
even thinks about tackling them:

Do you have a
mortgage? Do you have children? Are you independently
wealthy—or do you need your job?

If you answered yes to
any of these questions, this is your one chance to walk
away quietly and forget that you ever saw us. If you
choose to continue on this path, we will erase your seed
from the planet.

Most politicians heed this warning. Instead, they
champion a “safe bet” like education
reform—humdrum and yet always a crowd-pleaser.

Then again, politics is a full-time job. This means 24
hours a day, seven days a week. And folks, as chief of
staff for a member of the California State Assembly, I
gladly made that commitment.  

And if my purpose in life was to have no purpose, I
would still be in Sacramento, reveling in mediocrity and
celebrating my success—but I wanted a lot more than
that.

Enter here

Peter Brimelow—the umm, infamous former
senior editor of National Review and Forbes
Magazine.  The author of some

book about immigration…and I suppose a few other
topics as well.

He liked my background in politics and offered me a job
which, I am happy to say (except when he`s giving me
grief about deadlines), I accepted. 

Yeah, then he went cuckoo on me.

He started blithering on about the professional risk I
was taking by attacking the favorite policy of the
political elite and aligning myself with a controversial
webzine.

Side note:  When you factor in his immigrant accent
which renders him, at least to my ear, virtually
incomprehensible, you might understand how I was a tad
confused.

But then I noticed something odd about the tone of
Peter`s voice:  He was genuinely concerned that I was
committing professional suicide.

In my years in politics, I had endured many
disingenuous, professional relationships. So I was
greatly impressed by this honest display of duty on his
part.

VDARE.COM was where I belonged.

Now, almost two years later, it is like my home. But
when I think of all the readers I correspond with, and
the unwavering support I get from our

Editorial Collective, it is like my family.

Look at us—we have got to be the wackiest and most
diverse collection of outlaws ever assembled to promote
a single political ideal.

“We never could toe
the mark, and never could walk the line.”

(Courtesy of my late, beloved Waylon Jennings who will
always remain at the top of my Favorite Men List)

Side note: We win unless you are considering the asylum
types; the wacky people who sleep in padded rooms.  To
be honest,
Joe Guzzardi only sleeps in a padded room on
Sundays, Wednesdays and holidays so technically,
you can`t lump him in with that lot.

I
have spoken about the VDARE.COM family but I also want
to share one of the great experiences I have had with
our readers.

The daily email I receive comes from a wide range of
people representing every personality type. 
Additionally, they have surprisingly disparate political
opinions…except where immigration reform is concerned.

It is the one issue that seems to transcend party lines.

So there was this new VDARE.com reader who never once
pondered the impact of illegal immigration…he didn`t
even know it was a problem. He is from North Dakota or
ones of the Dakotas…somewhere in the middle. 

Illegal immigration has yet to take over in his neck of
the woods…I said yet.

Then one day he read my

Tram From Vietnam article and found it funny, after
which he sent me an email.

Of the total, I receive a respectable amount of email
from a peculiar faction of the male species that I have
warmly named the Cyber Cyranos.

A
Cyber Cyrano is the patron saint—indeed the heart and
soul—of the “Hotties over 40″ chat room at
eharmony.com.  

Shark-like, he mingles in virtual anonymity by means of
a charming nom de plume which is always something like
RicoSuave4You or StaminaMan.

At all times, he is stalking for—oops, I mean
searching for—that special someone. (Oh
yes—we are talking about a real, live girl!!)

My new reader friend was most definitely a member of
this illustrious group…in fact, he could be the
Maharaja

So how did he find our obscure little webzine? Well,
pretty much the same way that I did—by accident.

Apparently, he tried to click on the “get to know”
feature for an eharmony babe named Valerie and
inadvertently hit the link to VDARE.com which was
somehow listed near the VAL link.

Oddly enough, he initially mistook us for an
immigrant rights organization. 

The same man would probably mistake a Black Panther
rally for a Betty Crocker Bake-Off but hey, it takes a
village…of idiots…just kidding.

But this anecdote gives me the warm fuzzies every time I
repeat it. 

Because we (OK, I)
converted him.
My Cyber Cyrano is now
an enlightened immigration reform militant.

It does indeed take a village to make a difference. And
where immigration reform is concerned, it will take
every able body we have.

This story speaks to the future of immigration reform. 
It speaks to young, uninformed voters who are not yet
aware of the doom that lies ahead—the calamity they will
incur by way of their own apathy.

YOU CAN PREVENT THAT FROM HAPPENING.

By donating to VDARE.com, you contribute to the
education of a nation and quite possibly save it from
utter ruin.  

Forgive my flair for drama—but the potential consequence
of non-action today is a wasteland of catastrophe
tomorrow.

So please donate whatever you can afford and see my
VDARE.com family through to the end—whatever that may
be.

As I mentioned earlier, many of our writers (including
me!) have likely impaired their future careers by
telling the truth, writing the tough stories and
generally infuriating the powers that be.

These are the same powers by which many of us might
normally hope to be employed. So, frankly, prospects
don`t look so good.

In my case, hindsight may show that I made some
not-so-smart choices of column topics. 

After all, it is true that I once called Congressman Joe
Baca a

Professional Mexican…yeah, that little zinger might
follow me around for awhile.

But SO WHAT?!!

Writing for VDARE.com is more fun than a barrelful of
monkeys.

(Although truth be told, I don`t really know what that
means. I could say that I am happy as a clam, but now we
are moving from an expression that is mildly confusing
to one that is utterly nonsensical.

(Are clams supposed to be uniquely happy? For
example, do they smile and laugh more than say, other
crustaceans? 

(Smiling clams, what an absurd idea…clams don`t even
have lips…or do they? Maybe it is the squid that is
sans lips…now talk about a happy species…)

Look at that, me ranting on about nothing.

Eureka, I found it!! I discovered the ultimate
fundraising tool.

Until we reach our fundraising goal, I am going to
inundate you with my endless supply of mad rantings,
using only the most insignificant subjects…such as the
psychology of clams.

So far we have raised almost $10,000. Help me get us
into five figures!

Think hard about that donation, friends. 

My next ranting topic continues the study of illogical
idioms—here is an excerpt:

“We`re going to ____
until the cows come home!” 
Is that really a long time? Do cows dawdle? And where
did they go anyway? Were they sent to the store for
milk? A cow would probably find that ironic and laugh…

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