Monday, December 04, 2017

Do You Want to Support a Fake Encyclopedia, or a Real One?

I just stumbled into The Pretend Encyclopedia, where I was accosted by an aggressive panhandler.

“Hi reader in the U.S., it seems you use Wikipedia a lot; I think that's great and hope you find it useful. It's a little awkward to ask, but this Monday we need your help. We depend on donations averaging $15, but fewer than 1% of readers choose to give. If you donate just $3, you would help keep Wikipedia thriving for years. That's right, the price of your Monday coffee is all I ask. Please take a minute to keep Wikipedia growing. Thank you. — Jimmy Wales, Wikipedia Founder”
Jimmy Wales is not Wikipedia’s “Founder”; he co-founded it with Larry Sanger, who is a real philosopher and encyclopedist.

Wales’ soul was for years split between his love of pornography profiteering and easy girls, on the one side, and his love of libertarian philosophy and knowledge. Eventually, he made his choices, and decided he wanted to be “a rock star,” and get lots of easy sex and big bucks for phony speeches, which cost him his wife. He completely flushed his love of philosophy and knowledge years ago, and surrendered most of the control of his fake encyclopedia to Communist commissars, who seek to delete any truths that real researchers manage to sneak into the entries.

Why did Wales do it? The God that almost all libertarians worship: Cheap labor. The Commies work for free.

The entry I happened to be checking out was that of Robert “Sonny” Carson. The thing’s first paragraph reads,

Robert "Sonny" Carson
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Robert "Sonny" Carson (also known as Mwlina Imiri Abubadika;[1] May 22, 1936[2] – December 20, 2002), was a U.S. Army Korean War Veteran, civil rights activist, and community leader in Brooklyn New York. Carson was mostly known for his political organizing, and his coordination of public demonstrations in protest of the poor education standards students were subjected to in New York during the 1960s and 70s. He is also known for his popular autobiography, The Education of Sonny Carson (1972), which was made into a 1974 film. Carson is the father of hip-hop artist Professor X.

Born Robert Carson
May 22, 1936
South Carolina

Died December 20, 2002 (aged 66)
New York City, New York

Other names Sonny Carson, Mwlina Imiri Abubadika
Occupation Political activist
Known for The December 12th Movement, The [sic] Family Red Apple Boycott

Children 1
Almost every word of the opening Wikipedia paragraph was a lie. There is almost no chance that Sonny Carson served in the Korean War, let alone with the elite 82nd Airborne Division.

Carson’s claim that he had served in the 82nd was part of a kind of black supremacist theater, where the b.s. artist tells of how ‘I was an all-American Negro, until I had my racial awakening.’

He was only a “civil rights activist,” if that is a euphemism for a racist black criminal.

“… he claimed to have met a Korean soldier who asked him, ‘Why would a black man fight for a country that would not let you drink from the same water fountain in Mississippi?’[3] This pivotal question led Carson to become a community activist after returning to civilian life.”

Never happened. Carson was criminal before he claimed to have fought in Korea, and he was a criminal after it.

He never led “demonstrations in protest of the poor education standards students were subjected to in New York during the 1960s and 70s.” On the contrary, he fought on behalf of poor educational standards for black kids, i.e., by having his goons beat up and otherwise terrorize competent, dedicated, white Jewish teachers in schools dominated by black students.

As for his “popular autobiography,” a large chunk of its “sales” were through criminal acts, like everything that made Carson money. Quite a few of his supporters got good-paying “jobs” in public schools they helped to ruin. One of their activities was in embezzling money form the schools’ budgets, in order to buy boxes of hundreds, or possibly thousands of copies of his lie-filled autobiography. Fortunately, the boxes sat around in back rooms getting dusty or moldy.

The reason I say it is almost impossible for Carson to have served in the 82nd in Korea is that he was reportedly born on May 22, 1936, and the Korean War Armistice went into effect on July 27, 1953.

While it is possible to enter the service, with a parent’s permission, at the age of 17, it is not possible to go through boot camp, airborne training, and serve as an elite, airborne soldier, in two months and five days. While some boys have lied their way into the service when they were too young to legally serve, Carson never even told such a story. And based on his having been a racist, career criminal at that point, I don’t see how he could have put up with the necessary discipline, and taking orders from white men.

The Wikipedia thing continues,

Robert Carson was born in 1936 in South Carolina, but moved to Brooklyn as a child.[3] In his youth, Carson joined a street gang called the Bishops. Carson was arrested after robbing a Western Union messenger and was sent to a juvenile-detention center.[4]
Carson fought in the Korean War with the 82nd Airborne Division,[5] where he claimed to have met a Korean soldier who asked him, "Why would a black man fight for a country that would not let you drink from the same water fountain in Mississippi?"[3] This pivotal question led Carson to become a community activist after returning to civilian life.
Following his return to civilian life, Carson enrolled in college, and for a period of time he returned to involvement in illegal activities. However, he soon began working for the Congress of Racial Equality (CORE), and by 1967 he was the executive director of the Brooklyn CORE.[6] He broke from the organization in 1968, stating that it had not done enough to help African-Americans.[4]
Carson's [sic] later founded a group called the Committee to Honor Black Heroes.[4]
There was no “December 12th Movement,” or “Committee to Honor Black Heroes.” They weren’t even registered, and had no official addresses. Carson was an extortionist, kidnapper, and murderer. He made up those ridiculous names, in order to give his victims, including Mayor David Dinkins ($9,500), names to write on checks besides Carson’s. Since New York law required that one get a “DBA” (doing business as) license, in order to open a bank account as a business, someone had to conspire with Carson, in order to issue him a fraudulent DBA, or in fraudulently opening a bank account for him.
I’ll return to the Sonny Carson story another time. He was a busy man.

But so am I.

When I was eight years old, on the beach one day, a much older boy—he must have been at least ten—called me “a walking encyclopedia.”

I have devoted most of my life to the accumulation of knowledge. (And of wisdom? That’s another essay altogether.)

My work required that I drop out of school, unofficially, at the age of 14. I eventually graduated from UCLA—“the University at the Corner of Lenox Ave,” and actually picked up a couple of sheepskins, one over the dead body of a SUNY Stony Brook administrator, and another via a plea bargain form CUNY.

I even taught college for six years during the 1990s. In retrospect, I don’t how I lasted that long.

I guestimate that I’ve got over 3.6 million words in print, on “baseball, hot dogs, apple pie and Chevrolet.” Much of my work consists of exposing up the worlds of organized fraud, and telling the real story they’ve falsified, or covered up. In 1996, I wrote the first national exposé of fraudulent crime stats in the NYPD, in Chronicles magazine. I wrote several more exposés on the NYPD and the Philadelphia, Dallas, and Chicago departments.

In 1998, in Jerry Woodruff’s Middle American News, I exposed the fraud of “welfare reform” in New York City.

In both of the latter cases, I exposed New York City Mayor Rudy Giuliani.

I greatly admired Giuliani, whom I consider the greatest mayor in New York City history. But Giuliani lied. Yes, he was making the best of an impossible situation, in which he was besieged by murderous, black supremacists and their white accomplices.

But my job was not to cover for Hizzoner; it was to tell the whole story.

I wrote the first national reports on the Knoxville Horror. There were many others, too.

I’ve been fortunate in having brilliant, courageous editor/publishers like Peter Brimelow, Jared Taylor and, more recently, Wayne Lutton (The Social Contract). These are all heroic men, every man jack of them vilified by my good friends at the SPLC.

The problem is that these guys, while they do pay me, and better than any other online editors, all run fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants operations, and cannot possibly pay me enough to live, much less to feed my babies (who are both bigger and heavier than I am!).

Work at a day job, while doing research on the side? That’s impossible for two reasons. One, you can’t do the kind of research I do “on the side.” Two, I’m unemployable.

In the previous millennium, I was a successful salesman. Books. Furniture. Ad space over the phone. Even magazine subscriptions. I had no tricks, except possibly for outworking everyone else.

The last time I saw a white man working as a salesman in New York City, it was in the previous millennium. Most stores refuse to hire white men to do anything, even when the big boss is a white man.

But I write about this world, from within the belly of the beast.

I have survived as a writer, thanks to my editors, the enduring generosity of my many readers, and my friends who have volunteered to create a platoon of brilliant, indefatigable reader-researchers stationed all over the country.

Please hit the PayPal “Donate” button at the top of the page, and make a generous contribution—whatever you can handle—to keep my work going.

I thank you, and your posterity will, too.


Nicholas Stix


Anonymous said...

I hate it when the colored adopt some sort of African name that you cannot pronounce.

Anonymous said...

jerry pdx
Obama's sons at it again:

Anonymous said...

You say your publishers are brave, I beg to differ, its you that gets the donation for bravery.

Merry Christmas Mr. Stix and Family