“My Friend Received an Angry Letter from Bill White”

Bill's White Letter Roanoke Times


This is a follow up to the “100 Years of the T-Shirt” post written on  Frank Diez – description of a ‘cultural philistine’ to a ‘T’.  Some humorous responses to this letter on Reddit:

My personal favourites: “I sadly know the person of who this letter is addressed to. Besides the racial insults, it describes him really well, along with him being morally inept.”

And: “I’m sure he described your friend to a T”

“I kinda agree with Mr. White and not racist. Haters gonna hate!!!’;0)”

“Am I the only one impressed with his grammar and writing skills.”

“Are you trying to set up a grammar Nazi joke or something?”

“Okay, I’ll give you the upvote. But seriously, that was impressive writing skills.”

“I was just thinking the same thing. Maybe he practices with Hitler/Goebbels slash fiction. I mean if the other Nazis can’t read it what is the point?”

“He made it seem like the writer was a pool of fat and neckbeard.”

“You have to admit it’s impressive the guy was able to assess the topography of a skull from one picture.”

“All of bills points are true. This world is going to hell in a hand basket.”

“I can’t help but notice his handwriting is pretty neat.”

“It’s more about people always being afraid of not being politically correct, I wouldn’t really say ‘ “pussification” of the male species,’ because it’s most everyone and it’s more about being overly polite than “pussification.”

No, that’s not what I mean at all. Men are going soft. Grown men don’t own a toolbox, can’t change their own tire, watch cartoons and are completely fine with advertising this.

“That’s the pussification. Not politeness. I enjoy a polite society.”

“He’s more articulate than most people. Clearly brainwashing as an educational tool has some merit.”

Link to the orignal letter from Bill White: http://imgur.com/VTTgQUm



A noble race is not one that creates a God in its own image but one that creates also the song wherewith to do Him homage. Every rebirth of a noble race is a lyric force, every sentiment that is common to the whole race, a potential lyric; music, the language of ritual, has power, above all else, to exalt the achievement and the life of man. Does it not seem that great music has power to bring spiritual peace to the strained and anxious multitude? The reign of the human spirit is not yet. ‘When matter acting on matter shall be able to replace man’s physical strength, then will the spirit of man begin to see the dawn of liberty’: so said a man of Dalmatia of our own Adriatic, the blind seer of Sebenico.