America, you know I support Donald Trump—for a 100 million and one reasons. But did you happen to see the Barbra Walters interview of the entire Trump family recently on 20/20? Forget about Donald Trump and all his potential success. America, you could finally have a supermodel for President and a smart one at that. If you missed it, watch it for yourself below. After years of feminism pushing to have dumpy looking vestiges of a man’s beer gut as first ladies residing from our White House finally America could have a proper model to represent the only real superpower on planet earth. Melania is gorgeous physically and intellectually and I personally want her representing America’s image in every way, shape and form. She is my kind of America.
But wait, what about Trump’s kids? Well, meet them here. Can you imagine these kids as part of a Trump government?
This is a beautiful, all American family and they are winners. They are winners in every category of being human beings. After so many past embarrassments as president, its time to feel good about ourselves once again—vote for Donald Trump and get a successful business leader and put him in charge of fixing the many problems that we have in 2016. But as a bonus, get a supermodel wife as the best possible spokesman for everything that America has to offer. Let’s have the election today. Melania for First Lady!
I want the White House calendar for 2017 featuring her. And so would every red-blooded American of all sexes and ages. Having her after Michelle Obama and Laura Bush would be like drinking a very fine glass of wine after accidentally swallowing raw sewage.
Do yourself a favor; send this article to a potential Trump supporter, someone who’s on the fence so they can watch for themselves what comes with the Trump package. And Melania is the best part of it.
Isn’t it peculiar that the same political factions who support gun control are the same who advocate that Syrian refugees flock to American soil? Such a thought could breed countless conspiracy theories, but the bottom line is that dumb people proposed both contrary assertions. The ideological loons who want to believe that government is competent to actually interview possible terrorist suspects from a war-torn region want to disarm us all completely so that we can’t defend ourselves when they make mistakes—which history shows is often.
Guns however are as much a part of American culture as baseball, football, and two automobiles for every family. Guns are part of what makes America the type of place all these refugees want to flock to—for just a hope of freedom in their lives. Without question most of the Syrian refugees are good people—so the question begs to be asked, why do they flee to the United States? Is it to be away from guns—because in Syria, there are a lot of guns? But the United States has more guns per capita than anyplace in the world—so if guns were so dangerous, those Syrian people would be jumping out of the pot into the frying pan—and that wouldn’t be very smart.
The difference is that in America a bunch of losers would not be allowed to roam the American streets unmolested raping and pillaging everyone they meet—like what is happening right now in Iraq, because so many people are armed and would stop them. It isn’t impossible in America, except through means of deceit, to exert terror in the United States because so many people are armed. That is why people in America don’t have to worry about a pick-up truck full of ISIS supporters taking over their house, raping their women, cutting the heads off the men, and indoctrinating their children—because in America, those idiots would be dead in less than the time it takes to pull the trigger on a gun. Our American society needs more guns carried more openly more often in more places, not less. Because guns keep our capitalist society free of tyrants large and small.
That’s why I’m excessively proud of my state of Ohio for the following message sent to me by one of the best conservative lobby groups there is—and thank goodness they are out there—the NRA.
Ohio: Concealed Carry Expansion Legislation Passes in the House!
On November 17th, concealed carry expansion, Sub. House Bill 48, passed in the state House by a vote of 68-29. Sub. HB 48 will now go to the state Senate for consideration.
As previously reported, Sub. HB 48, sponsored by Representative Ron Maag (R-62), would expand where Ohio carry permit holders may lawfully carry a firearm for self-defense. This bill would also give college institutions discretion on whether to allow concealed carry on their campuses.
Moms Demand Action, a gun control group funded by billionaire and former New York City mayor Michael Bloomberg,is working hard to kill Sub. HB 48 and to restrict your rights in the state of Ohio by using fear tactics and spreading misinformation.
The importance of this legislation is underscored by the fact that since 1983, the number of Right-to-Carry “shall issue” licensing/permitting states has increased from 8 to 41. During this same period, the nation’s murder and total violent crime rates have decreased to 44-year lows, respectively.
Please take a moment to thank your state Representative if she or he voted in favor of this important legislation. Your NRA-ILA will update you on this critical legislation once it has been assigned to a committee.
What we are up against are liberal activists like Bloomberg who funds anti-gun sentiments which actually weakens the quality of American life. So they have to be stopped and the best way to do that is to provide them with the opposite results they had been seeking. Expanding the concealed carry law in Ohio is a path toward preserving that increased quality of life. It keeps the thugs at bay and prevents them from taking over hotels and homes with coercion, because somebody, somewhere—the bad guys never know who—might stop them. Concealed carry is the type of law that terrifies bad guys—because they cannot command the battlefield of terrorism with a one way directive. If they bring weapons to a fight—the other party likely is also armed. And that makes everyone safer and allows our economy to flourish without the kinds of fear other countries face often from extreme minorities of radicals.
The reason so many immigrants around the world want to flock to the United States isn’t just because there is money and jobs. It’s because there’s an inherit safety to our society because of guns—because we don’t rely exclusively on government workers to keep us safe. Guns are the safety net of incompetence—which is all too frequent in all government positions—where people get paid whether or not they do a quality job. Most of the time—they don’t—so if someone is asleep on the job, criminals don’t just have an easy time of harassing people—because those people could be armed. With the new expansion proposal of concealed carry, more people would have a chance to be armed in more places. And that would be a wonderful thing.
I have spoken very well about a possible Donald Trump presidency, but maybe some of my evidence was a bit too complicated for the non-political voter without deep roots into historical perspective. Some are skeptical of Trump because of his use of bankruptcy laws, eminent domain—and even social etiquette. People have been conditioned over a long period of time to believe that only politicians are qualified for “public” office and that the “rich” should not be trusted—except when funding the political campaigns of the political establishment. Starting really with Teddy Roosevelt, the rich—“fat cats”—were to be despised and publicly scorned to appease the masses turning their heads toward the communism of China and the Soviet Union as a future possibility in America. Given that, the natural reaction to Donald Trump is that he isn’t qualified to be president. But I beg to differ. Watch the following video, about 20 minutes in and you will see a version of Donald Trump that if President has all the ability to do exactly what he did in New York with his work at the Wollman Rink.
Wollman Rink is a public ice rink in the southern part of Central Park, Manhattan, New York City. The rink was opened in 1949 with funds donated by Kate Wollman (December 5, 1869 – October 15, 1955) who donated $600,000 for the rink to commemorate her entire family from Leavenworth, Kansas. Kate’s brother was William J. Wollman who operated the W.J. Wollman & Co. stock exchange firm originally in Kansas City and later in New York. After he died in 1937 she helped administer his estate. Historically, the rink has been open for ice skating from October to April and in the summer seasons is transformed into a venue for other purposes.
For many years the rink was the venue for a series of outdoor summer rock, pop, country and jazz concerts. Then it was known as The Wollman Theater or “The Wollman Skating Rink Theater”. In the summer of 1957, WOR-radio personality Jean Shepherd hosted a series of memorable jazz concerts at the Wollman with Billie Holiday, Bud Powell, Lionel Hampton, the Dave Brubeck Quartet, Dizzy Gillespie, Buddy Rich, Dinah Washington and others. The first summer music festival at the rink opened on July 1, 1966 and was sponsored by Rheingold Beer. The Rheingold Central Park Music Festival also took place during the summer of 1967.[1] The next summer, Schaefer Beer took over sponsorship. The first annual Schaefer Music Festival opened on June 27, 1968 and continued each summer through the summer of 1976.[1] The following summer, Dr Pepper became the sponsor, and the first Dr Pepper Music Festival opened on July 6, 1977 and ran annually through the summer of 1980.[1] Led Zeppelin, the original Allman Brothers Band and singers Tammy Wynette, Peggy Lee, Judy Collins and Pete Seeger are some of the greats who played the 5000-seat Wollman during those years.
Wollman Rink has been featured in several movies, including Love Story and Serendipity.
The rink was closed in 1980 for an announced 2 1/2 years of renovations. When the problem-plagued work was not completed by the city by 1986, Donald Trump persuaded Mayor Ed Koch to let him complete the work and he completed the renovations in three months to have it open by the end of the year. Koch initially objected to Trump’s proposal when Trump offered to pay for the renovations himself with the stipulation that he be allowed to run the venue and an adjacent restaurant and use the profits to recoup his costs. Public pressure prompted Mayor Koch to reverse his position.[2]
Wollman Rink is currently operated by the Trump organization, and is today known as the Trump Skating Rink. Donald Trump operated the rink from 1987 to 1991.[3] From 1991 to 2001 George Makkos from The Makkos Organization of M&T Pretzel, operated Wollman Rink. Since 2001, Wollman Rink has been operated by a joint venture between Trump Organization and Rink Management Services of Mechanicsville, Virginia. The Trump name is prominently displayed on the walls of the rink as well as on the Zamboni that maintains the rink. Operation of the Lasker Rink on the north edge of Central Park is also handled by the group.
In 1961 Kate Wollman’s estate donated funds for Wollman Rink in Prospect Park which closed in 2010. Among her other philanthropies was paying for the schooling of great nephew Henry Wollman Bloch, founder of H&R Block.[4][5][6][7]
If not for Donald Trump there would be no Wollman Rink today. It would have died on the vine stuck in government apathy swallowing endless amounts of money while accomplishing nothing—like most government work. The amount of government projects right now that could tell the same story as the Wollman Rink presently is likely countless. What they all need is a Donald Trump to jump-start their projects in the right direction and unleash their limitless potential. But to do that the advocate would have to be a lover of capitalism and convince Democrats to get out of their way, just as Trump did with Ed Koch—who was not a fan of Trump at the time. But the real estate tycoon used his charisma to do something really good for New York and is just one example of how one man can make a tremendous difference if so empowered.
I have no doubt that Trump would push the American Constitution to its limits—in ways that Teddy Roosevelt likely never dreamed of. But I’ve read his books and I know the guy well enough to realize that if I give him the keys to the car that he’ll bring it back without me having to hunt him down with the Second Amendment. I think Trump for all the theater is a generally sincere person who can do for all of America what he did for the Wollman Rink. I see Donald Trump infinitely better, and more capable than anybody who has run for president in last century. The concept of taking a lost ice skating rink mired by politics and unleashing it to the private sector into a blazing success is just what is needed to spur growth in all sectors of our economy, from public education, to drilling for oil. All sectors of our economy could use the Donald Trump spirit of entrepreneurial persuasion that can turn opponents into benefactors in a way that nobody else is capable of. To understand Donald Trump as president, just think of the Wollman Rink and you’ll understand what to expect from 2016 on—no learning curb, no meandering, from day one. I believe only Donald Trump can provide the results America needs to put our country back on the right course—where it should have been all along. It needs a businessman, not a politician. We’ve had enough of those.
There was some backlash when Donald Trump said that the proper response to the Paris attacks meant that we should watch mosques in the United States. For some strange reason that caused consternation within the progressive community—as if saying such a thing was taboo. There was also further ridicule by the left and some on the right (politically) when Trump reminded everyone that Barack Obama still refused to identify the threat of Islamic terrorism by name. The point, a valid one, here was a president after all who told NASA that their priority was to instruct Muslims of ancient contributions to science instead of managing a space program—so obviously there was some emotional investment from Obama into Islamic faith that is—“abnormal.” When terrorist attacks come from that particular religion, it is natural to look twice at radicals within those institutional organizations and contemplate their intentions—just for public safety. But denying that there is a problem is actually dangerous, and reckless—which of course was Donald Trump’s point.
I was taking some people out for a bite to eat recently, the type of people who know very little about politics. All they know about Donald Trump is that he was on The Apprentice and that he had a lot of money. They have no idea who the current Secretary of State is, and probably don’t know who the governor of Ohio is, but they could tell you all about the latest Cincinnati Bengals football game—down to the last detail including the color of the jock strap of many of the players. Obviously the conversation while eating wasn’t very deep and was very non-political—which wasn’t very interesting to me. However, we were returning to our pre-dinner destinations and while driving down I-75 they saw that the parking lot to the West Chester Islamic Center of Greater Cincinnati was bulging with participants. There wasn’t an open parking spot anywhere and this led to some grumbling among my passengers that the next terrorist threat might come from such a place and that somebody should watch them. Of course that particular center has condemned violence publicly as seen in the Journal News article below.
What Donald Trump was saying is what logical people everywhere are assuming—and it’s a dangerous path. Trump has stated that social networks connecting terrorists need to be shut down, their oil taken from them, and they should be chased down to the ends of the earth with vigilance. That sounds wonderful when we all agree who the enemy is, but if that same mentality was used against people like us—constitutionalists—then the same intrusiveness can be justified by the progressive left—just as it has been in regard to Lois Lerner and the IRS attack against conservative groups. Trump is talking about dangerous things in regard to border security and the Islamic faith in general. However, the aggression of ISIS terrorism forces everyone to come to terms with these quandaries. You either attack them by violating an American assumption of live and let live—or they attack first striking at the things we all value, our freedoms, our values, and our capitalist economy. Trump’s warnings remind me of the film Scarface with Al Pacino which has become a cult classic. Trump is right, correct thinking Americans know it. We are at war; the targets have to be identified. And decisive action must be enacted. Philosophy from that wreckage must follow with proper conduct in the aftermath. At some point you have to stop looking at the past for a guide-book of directions and instead learn what you can and apply those concepts to the future in ways not yet implemented. You have to take action, be decisive, but must also remain flexible so that you do not become a tyrannical state adhering to a constitutional republic.
At the beginning of the film Scarface were political refugees escaping the communism of Cuba. Tony Montana was a freedom fighter who fell out of line within the Casto regime in Cuba. Boat loads of immigrants fled to the United States flooding the immigration offices seeking freedom, for which Tony was one of them. Under Jimmy Carter, very similar to Barack Obama and the Syrian refugees, American arms were held open to those misplaced people. Tony tried to work a standard job in the states, but found he wanted more out of life so he became a drug lord. I always loved Scarface as a movie. As much as I despise drugs and its culture, I always did love Tony Montana for his sincere honesty and his explosive temper—and ultimately his desire to do the right thing even though he became a raging thug. One scene in Scarface was particularly powerful for me. Tony was solicited to assassinate an anti-drug speaker at the United Nations with a car bomb. But the man had his children in the car with him, so Tony killed his accomplice who was to detonate the bomb killing the target and all inside. Without getting into too many details, I understand that scene very well, and I loved it when Tony Montana shot the guy in the head saving the kids and doing the right thing in a brutally honest way. It was a wonderful scene that really captured the paradox of our current problems with Syrian refuges to America.
Likely within the groups of young men coming to America from war torn Syria, a country mismanaged from the start, empowered by a failed Obama administration that fed the fire of that insurrection either by accidental incompetence, or deliberate passive-aggressive desire to arm the rebels—who became ISIS—there are terrorists using the fleeing masses to bring ISIS ideology on a suicide mission to the states. There are probably several real-life Tony Montana types who are fleeing Syria for all the right reasons, but find there is nothing for them in the states but unholy infidels. All it would take is for them to make friends with some of the members of the Islamic Center of Greater Cincinnati at a backyard barbecue, or even a local bar and discover that some of those people have radical thoughts and would be susceptible to a charismatic leader from Syria who had been there and already seen the decadence of the West first-hand due to the Sykes-Picot agreement from a century before. Even though the Islamic Center of Greater Cincinnati’s leaders preach against terrorist violence, likely there are members who are sympathetic to the ISIS point of view if they spent time watching Al Jazeera America on cable television. All they need is a match to start a blaze and an ISIS sympathetic Syrian brought into the states with a feel-good intention to free those poor people from the mismanagement of the Obama administration might do something vile. All this is completely hypothetical of course. But it doesn’t take much to consider the possibilities.
Those guys who went out for a bite to eat with me had no skin in the game. They don’t attend Tea Party events, they aren’t overly religious, unless you consider football games a religion—and they are not even sure if they’ll vote for a president. But they knew enough to look at that center in West Chester and feel uneasy about its presence. In its current state, it is probably docile—its leaders seem to have a grip on their public actions, and their dealings center primarily on religion. However, a dangerous combination is a collective based religion combined with the type of communist anarchy that is well-known with the Occupy Wall Street crowd. That volatile mix could easily make an ISIS terrorist. And such young people fresh from Syria mingling with other young people who are having a hard time paying for their college debts, or finding a good job might be an attractive option to people not sure if they could even have a good life-like those of their parents who are obviously preaching peaceful Muslim faith. Take away the comfortable job, the nice home, the family structure, and a young radical no matter what their faith might easily become a social terror. And in this fashion, ISIS seems poised to infect the United States with just such a poison.
And for even suggesting it, Donald Trump was laughed at and mocked. Glenn Beck was treated in a similar way in 2011 when he proposed that the radicals in the Middle East were working to create a caliphate under Islamic rule. History has proven Beck right, and Donald Trump is sadly probably more correct than not, just like those football fans were weary of anything resembling Islamic faith—especially a large gathering of them in one place. There is a reason to be weary. Common sense dictates that awareness. What we do with that determines our humanity. But indecision is just another form of terrorism because it promises that aggressors will have victory. Peace loving people therefore must accept that to have peace, action must take place, and for that to happen, judgments against assaults must occur. Only then can the war against ISIS be fought. And not a moment until the words are spoken in public—ISIS is the enemy and they use Islam as their camouflage in society. To root them out, we must look everywhere—especially where they like to hide.
It really does come down to cowboys and Indians in relation to political ideology within America. Progressives identify with the Indian, a tribe of people collectively unified in worship of Mother Earth who have a top down hierarchical social structure. Progressives from both political parties see themselves as the tribal leader and by their nature they sacrifice their individual lives to the greater good of “their people.” Little known in America because history has not yet caught up to the facts, but the Indians as we know them, the Shawnee, the Lakota, the Adena, the Hopewell—were all following the Vico Cycle accurately. Advanced cultures had been in the Ohio Valley and the American Midwest for centuries—well ahead of Christopher Columbus’s arrival—but the societies broke down into regional tribes at war with each other as they regressed back into nomads from their city-state histories—moving from aristocracies, then democracy followed by anarchy, then starting all over again by the time Europeans came looking for relief from religious persecution in their native land. For evidence, just study the city of Cahokia, Illinois and many other examples that existed between 100 BC to about 1200 AD. Progressives have the same thing in mind for modern America—regressing from an advanced culture into a nature worshiping nomadic culture controlled by a hierarchy of political tribal leaders.
Then of course there is the American cowboy, which would tend to be politically conservative, embodying all the values of rugged individualism and self-reliance. In the conflict between the cowboy and the Indian the main difference between the two is along these primary lines. Frontiersman who evolved into the cowboy in American folk tales embodied the type of individualism that became the symbol of United States strength throughout the world and was the distinguishing characteristic behind the economic method of capitalism whereas the Indian would be most at home with socialism. Progressives prefer socialism whereas conservatives’ capitalism—it’s a very distinct comparison that literally cuts to the essential mythologies of America, the cowboy versus the Indian.
For many years I have been espousing the entertainment necessity of turning Allen Ekert’s novels starting with The Frontiersman into either a movie, or a mini-series because of the importance that those stories played in regard to the creation of America. They are fabulous novels that will change the way people view the Midwest of North America. If done correctly they could be some of the best films made and would answer for America a lot of questions. I think they would make a ton of money because they would appeal to the American masses that lean to the political right. Ekert was very fair in his novels toward the frontiersmen and the Indians. He seemed to regard them both not as villains in either case, but as participants on the battlefield of life, which is the most honest way to portray them. So I was pushed back into the seat a bit with excitement at the Cinebistro at Liberty Center’s premier movie theater when I saw a preview for the upcoming film, The Revenant. At first I thought Leonardo DiCaprio had discovered the Ekert books, but after a few minutes I realized that the character he was portraying wasn’t Daniel Boone nor Simeon Kenton, but someone else. My interest was retained, but my suspicions increased.
Development of the film began in August 2001 when Akiva Goldsman purchased Punke’s manuscript with the intent of producing the film. The film was originally set to be directed by Park Chan-wook with Samuel L. Jackson in mind to star, and later by John Hillcoat with Christian Bale in negotiations to star. Both directors left the project, and Iñárritu signed on to direct in August 2011. In April 2014, after several delays in production due to other projects, Iñárritu confirmed that he was beginning work on The Revenant and that DiCaprio would play the lead role. Principal photography began in October 2014 and ended in August 2015.
The film will have a limited theatrical release in the United States on December 25, 2015, followed by a wide release on January 8, 2016.
In 1823, fur trapperHugh Glass (DiCaprio) is brutally attacked and mauled by a bear while hunting in what will become the Dakota Territory. His companions, led by John Fitzgerald (Hardy), rob him and leave him to die, while Fitzgerald murders Glass’s young half-Native American son, but Glass survives and sets out on a 200-mile trek to seek out the men who betrayed him and exact revenge on Fitzgerald for killing his son.[2][3]
Glass’ survival odyssey has been recounted in numerous books. A monument to Glass now stands near the site of his mauling on the southern shore of Shadehill Reservoir at the forks of the Grand River.
The song “Six Weeks” by Of Monsters and Men is “inspired by the true tale of American frontiersman Hugh Glass, seemingly left for dead after killing a bear that attacked him.”[6]
The May 27, 2015 episode of Monument Guys, “Tesla and the Unbreakable Glass,” features the construction of a Hugh Glass Sculpture.[7]
The novel was republished in January 2015 in anticipation of the upcoming film release, but Punke’s role as an ambassador to the World Trade Organization prevented him from participating in pre-release publicity.[1] That appointment to the WTO was made by Barack Obama, which is the cause of my alarm regarding this story and the film. Most of the participants in the movie are known liberals and Sean Penn was the first choice as a character to play Hugh Glass. So that is alarming since Penn is a known communist advocate. But, the story looks to avoid politics and instead tell the story of frontier life and the struggles that are universally bold no matter what political ideology one happens to be. For that I am hopeful that The Revenant will be an epic story that will unleash perhaps more interest from even better stories—such as those by the great Allen Ekert. Because if The Revenant does well financially, there are a lot of opportunities for America to get to know itself again with similar films.
In the legend of Hugh Glass he had an Indian wife, and the previews reveal that he has a son. Thinking from the perspective of Hollywood, likely Fitzgerald will kill the boy as a form of discrimination. Fitzgerald would later become a member of the U.S. military in Nebraska Territory which plays into the themes that the progressive activists at the Academy of Arts and Sciences require to be a Best Picture nomination for 2015. There would have to be some subplot that attacks the American military and the people within it to qualify for an award. The filmmakers are clearly going for such appeal since they are in a limited release during Christmas of this present year. But as a western, I’ll take it. I will likely be able to overlook those bits of liberalism to enjoy a classic story set on the American frontier. There are a lot of stories that NEED to be told about that time period, and many of them favor the perspective of the cowboy. This film about Hugh Glass has the potential to be great. I hope it makes a lot of money to encourage investors to make more of these types of films.
The life of the cowboys and Indians were very different, they came from opposing viewpoints that are not compatible, just as modern liberals and conservatives aren’t reconcilable. Indians were unquestionably collectivists and all these modern western tales feel they must tell that story first from a racist point of view to earn the right to tell a good story about cowboys. Yet, if frontier stories are honest about their presentation, and The Revenant looks like an honest attempt to show the brutality of that life, then the Indians will have to be shown not as the docile tribes of earth worshipping collectivists that they were, but a regressive lineage that had their own problems of self-destruction and inclinations toward warfare—for which the political left chooses to ignore—like the Democratic Party presently is, in denial of their own foundations.
Indians—“Native Americas” were not rooted into the territory of the Americas—they were a declining culture from what was here before them. Like the modern progressive, they chose to regress socially into hunters and gathers from the advanced culture of their origins. History led by liberals has chosen to focus on only this portion of history and not the people who were trading with China, South America, Mexico and other places around the world as massive cities rivaling everything in Europe. Presently, and even by the time of the story of Hugh Glass, that world had washed away by the rivers and trees of earth’s progress to fight against mankind for the right to write history. Under the same fields of corn and wheat across Illinois, Kansas, Missouri and the Dakota’s are complex remains of cities long gone, and the cultures that made them forgotten except by Indian legend. The natural hatred between the cowboy and the Indian was not one based on different colors of skin, but that both had different intentions for the same land. The Indian wanted to worship the earth just as progressives do. The cowboy wanted to tame it, just as conservatives do. And that fight is as alive today as it was in the times of Hugh Glass. My hope is that if director Alejandro G. Iñárritu went to all the trouble of making the crew’s life miserable on-set with on location shoots that were torturous, all in an attempt to capture the real lighting of hard frontier life, then he’ll go the rest of the way to tell the story of real heroics that shaped America. And that story knows no political party. I can’t wait to see The Revenant.
Dear reader, if you go back to my arguments on the radio, in the newspapers, on television, and in public speeches about the state of education in 2010, then look around the colleges and public schools of our day now—you’ll understand what I was saying. It has come to fruition. And there is no going back. The tragedy will have to run its course. The situation was dire when I was talking about it then, but now that train has come and already left the station and the tracks that it’s on will take our country through one of its darkest periods. My children are members of this Millennial age that have had their minds nearly completely destroyed by progressive politics and public education. Only my children had the benefit of being home schooled for a time and had very traditional parents who helped them through the minefield of modern progressivism. All the things I write about on this site they’ve heard from me before in person. But most children weren’t so lucky, and it shows.
A lot has been said of this Millennial generation. I’m not a fan of them. I didn’t even like my own generation, or my parents generation. My favorite generation was that of my grandparents days, so I won’t rationalize my own generation or those of the idiot sixty’s flower children as being better than the present one. They weren’t, in fact they set the stage for the mess that the Millennials find themselves in. The parents of these poor children allowed themselves to be pulled into the lure of dual income homes leaving kids to raise themselves. The mothers allowed themselves to be emasculated into more of a male role within the home all in search for “equal rights,” which was a mistake. And the net result has been catastrophic. The Millennials are a self-entitled group who had to raise themselves by parents who felt guilty about what they’ve done to those poor children. The parents wanted to believe the government—that if they spent $50,000 to $100,000 on a college education that they could purchase success for their children—but it didn’t work. It only liberalized those kids into believing the platform of the Democratic Party. In just a few short years those kids will be voting and in charge of our nation—and they aren’t intellectually prepared for it.
And I will be there to tell everyone so. As the world walks toward that edge of social, economic, and intellectual destruction—I will not be with it. The current toward that destruction may be swift but I will continue to stand against it and will be there to rub everyone’s face in the dung of their own creation—just as I have for years against those who are openly making serious mistakes in their own families driven by social pressure. For instance, I had an aunt once who tried to emasculate my wife—since she was a stay-at-home mom who poured everything into raising our children—which I fully supported by working two full-time jobs and all the overtime I could get at them to make the money our family needed. Our social rejection of progressive engineering within the family structure made other family members uncomfortable with their own choices so some of the more radicalized feminists sought to undermine my wife behind my back—many times—with pressure lunches encouraging her to go build a life for herself outside of our home. Of course that angered me, but I always let my wife make her own decisions and eventually she always snapped into the right frame of mind without my input. I certainly gave my opinion, but I always let her make up her own mind—even if it personally cost me a great deal. Because if we weren’t both on the same page, it would flow over into our children—so I’d allow those types of manipulations knowing the intent hoping my wife would come to the same conclusion after our discussions. She always did and on that particular occasion that braless feminist angry at my wife for her life decisions threatened at the end of the meeting—uncharacteristically violent—“we women must stick together.” We haven’t spoken to that person in over a decade—only on the most polite of occasions, a death or some other unfortunate gathering. I never forget things like that, and neither does my wife, not for the sake of holding a grudge, but because it is people like that who have made this ridiculous generation of the Millennials.
Millennials are lazy, entitled, essentially neurotic spoiled brats. They take too many drugs, have too low of a pain threshold, and are messes politically. They pick government dependence over self-reliance because it gives them more game time on their Xboxs and social networks. They don’t make the connection between productivity and healthy living because nobody taught them anything about any of that. They are lost, weak, and intellectually soft. Their music is depressing, their world outlook shaped for them by public education is too liberalized, and they are going to make terrible parents because they don’t want to work at it. They want to buy a good child like a fast food hamburger. They make no connection between hard work and success—even though many of them will work hard to become proficient at Call of Duty. They certainly don’t work to keep a car nice, or to maintain a home, or a job. If they have they slightest little fever, the call off work and log onto Facebook. They figure the world will go on whether or not they show up for work and they take that attitude with them to everything in life.
I told the kids who interviewed me during the Lakota debates between 2010 and 2012 what was coming their way and they’d look at me like I was an out-dated old man warning them about it being too cold outside. Now just three years later many of them are in their early or late twenties and they are starting to see the writing on the wall. Rent is too high, jobs pay too little, relationships are too hard, and children soak up all their “me” time. Life is hard and they don’t know how to work on their own cars, they stay on their parent’s insurance plans too long, or they just get on government help having the honor of providing for themselves stolen before they ever get started in life, and their nation will soon be $20 trillion in debt with little to no hope in paying that money off with a declining GDP nationally, because those Millennials won’t fight to start a new business—it’s just too hard and regulations make it impossible for their short attention spans to muscle through. Government has loaded up opposition and they lack the will to fight back. So bad times are coming for their poor generation which has been excessively fortunate up to this point—but that will change rapidly in the years to come.
Unfortunately for everyone else, I am right most of the time. If I care enough about something to declare it in some sort of statement, then I know enough to give a warning. If people listened, they could save themselves a lot of trouble. But most of them don’t. I saw a fabulous looking young Millennial woman the other day. She had all the features of a top Victoria Secret model, and she couldn’t have been much older than 21. However, she had a nose piercing, tongue piercing, and an eye brow piercing–gauges in her ears and she had full body tattoos that were visible through her lace stockings and mid-section which was revealed to everyone as she stood confidently smoking on a lunch break. She was working retail selling perfume for a nice establishment and she looked far from a skank. Most of the men with me gave her that “I’d like to plow that” type of middle-aged stare, but I felt sorry for the girl. In just a few years those tattoos would start to look terrible. By the time she’s forty, they will be embarrassments on saggy skin. The holes she’s put in her body will never really heal, but will leave behind scar tissue. When she’s fifty she’ll look like she was a burn victim in a fire—her skin will stay stretched out in proportion for the rest of her life. And she’ll lose all her moral authority for her eventual children because her past will be on full display for them to see during those important impressionable first years.
The saddest thing of all is that she’s not alone—she’s actually quite common. She was prettier than most, but the results all lead to the same place. If her generation is detrimentally terrible, then her kids will be worse—because she will have proven herself to be a terrible role model and we now know that public schools and colleges are unable to complete the job of raising proper children. They ruin them. So her children will have no hope whatsoever of a happy and good life. I’m as sure of it as she was standing there. All of life is a math problem. You don’t put together a negative and a negative and get a positive. In fact, a positive and a negative lead to a negative. Only a string of positives can provide a net result toward desirable outcomes. If three negatives are introduced to a child’s life, then six positives are needed to overcome the quantitative effects toward a net gain. It’s not hard to figure these things out.
Now, as is evident in the videos above, it has started—and it will be a mess. The evidence is literally everywhere and its all coming unraveled much faster than anybody was prepared for. There will come a day when the kids of the kids of these Millennials will want to go back in time and fix everything. For them, I will write it all down so that they can have a playbook on how to get out of the quandary they inherited. I don’t blame the Millennials for being complete idiots. They were raised by my generation who listened to the generation before as those old hippies failed to maintain a proper national philosophy in favor of the family unit. But that is all water flowing under the bridge now. There is no stopping it, the damage is done. But once those waters recede, there will be a future who will want to rebuild, and for them I will proudly declare that I always stood on the right side of history, and will gladly show them how to live correctly toward the proper objectives that are best for themselves, and their society. Inwardly however, I will say proudly—“I told you so.”
I’ll have to admit that I was extremely disappointed with Ronda Rousey losing her UFC match with Holly Holm. Of course there was also the passive global response to the Paris terrorist attacks where a lot of tough talk came out sounding like two gay guys fighting over a pillow. Then I watched the Democratic debate on CBS primetime and it was clear that every one of those losers on stage was a bra burning socialist right out of a campfire song from Leningrad. I watched those idiots for as long as I could take it and went to bed realizing that it was no wonder that we are currently at an ideological civil war within the United States—and the globe in general. Even the mystique of Ronda Rousey was being consumed by a vortex of come latelys. The same forces that put her on a pedestal were the same pendulum swing masses that would throw their support behind Holly Holm and fling joyous gazes at another fallen hero. Nobody was perfect in this world of Democrats and to hide that reality they were most comfortable under the blanket of the masses voting in favor of government assistance, dishonorable lifestyles, and endearing sympathies that justified their short aims in life. Ronda had been pulled back down to earth with them, and most people secretly loved it.
But not me. I spent the next day shooting and it was very refreshing. After more than a decade of heavy use I have a new hat which I needed to get used to. This one is made of leather and it still had the strong smell associated with new products made with that durable material. After several hours of shooting about 300 rounds through a single action revolver, which takes some time, my temper had ebbed to the soothing smell of gunpowder mixed with leather—and all was right with the world once again.
My equipment from the Cowboy Fast Draw Association worked even better than I had previously praised, and for me that was a big deal. Out of all the broken promises that there are in life, out of all the things that fail to live up to their expectations, like the Ronda Rousey fight, sometimes a surprise presents itself at just the right time. I had recently had a nice night out with my kids to the local Cinebistro to see a good James Bond film, and had a rare day off to just shoot all day with my Vaquero and other Cowboy Fast Draw Association materials. I was able to turn on the football games and listen to them while I shot and it was just a heavenly experience.
My times were fast by traditional standards in Cowboy Fast Draw, as defined by movies, television and action stars from the 1950s. But not fast enough for the best that are out there, so I had a lot of work to do. I was shooting in the .650s of a second range and that time would have to be cut by more than half to be competitive in Cowboy Fast Draw. But that’s OK, its part of the fun and mental acuity that you have to go through while training. For me, it will be a long road, but at least I enjoy the elements of that path, gunsmoke and leather. The only other smells that might surpass those two is the aroma of a newly printed book.
For the rest of the day I had that great smell of gunpowder on my fingers. After every six shots in Cowboy Fast Draw you have to reload your equipment. First you apply a new wax bullet into your Colt .45 casings. I have a tool that pushes those bullets down to the proper depth that works wonderfully well—otherwise the constant reloading could be frustrating. Then you apply a 209 shotgun primer into a specially machined recess in your casing which propels the load. It’s all quite effective and soothing. The process of loading the ammunition is a special one that puts you in touch with the type of skills that built America to begin with. America wasn’t built by socialists, and liberal academics—they were the come-lately types. They arrived once everything was set and the land of a new world won by the heroics and bravery of frontiersman and their families. In Cowboy Fast Draw it was that America we celebrate–the one that won a new land for all to live freely in.
Liberals like the idiots on the primetime stage during November 14th 2015 hate the cowboy because they took land from the Indian whom they assume were the natives of the continent. But among those tribes were many land grabs and battles between each other. They fought and earned respect for one another like Ronda Rousey and Holly Holm in modern UFC fighting. What Holm had done was equivalent to Chief Pontiac cutting off the head of Tecumseh and mailing it back to the Shawnee to show their dominance—which if they could have—they would. But along came Simon Kenton, Daniel Boone and several other frontiersmen armed with muzzle loaders who beat the Shawnee and Ottawa then cultivated the land of their conquests. They won it fair and square, just as Holly Holm had done against Ronda Rousey. They were better equipped, and more adequately mentally prepared for the task. My hometown of Liberty Township was won in just such a way. The frontiersman who settled my home territory were direct descendents of this epic struggle. When I get excited about the new Liberty Center area I think of this massive transition of land use, from being a territory of Indian camps to a wilderness empire of frontiersman fleeing the religious oppression of Europe to live a life of risk in a New World. To what it’s become, an essentially Galt’s Gulch of productivity and industry—an epicenter of capitalism—glorious and as wonderful as it is in a raw form.
The liberals running for president of the United States would all be aghast at my shooting hobby, which I have set up inside my house with a perfectly safe range meant to suppress the sound of gunshots and prevent any danger to anybody. They favor the Indian in the conflict of the frontiersman whereas I favor Simon Kenton and Daniel Boone. We are a story of two Americas, liberals and their Indians, and conservatives and their cowboys.
As gunsmoke danced from my gun in the afternoon light and the Tampa Bay Buccaneers played football in Ramond James Stadium against the Dallas Cowboys I thought of Ronda Rousey’s defeat to Holly Holm as the surprise attack of Fort Pickawillany by French led Ottawa Indians who butchered everyone in the English trading settlement. I think of that battle often as it is just upstream from the very river I live on. Actually, I think of all the battles around the Cincinnati area as they paved the way west for mankind to step forward. If Indians had not been conquered the liberals of our modern age would still be in Europe and would be taking with them a land straight out of the Spanish Inquisition—back to the nomads and the huts of hunters and gathering people. The skills of Cowboy Fast Draw are a celebration of what made America great. It’s not the defeat of the Indian so much as freeing them as well from a cycle of destruction that was occurring on a different scale—only not measured by European eyes. These measurements are invisible to the fools of the Democratic Party. Ronda got caught looking, the celebrity of her success, the world eating out of her hand—it was Rocky III for her and she wasn’t prepared for what Holly Holms threw at her.
As I cleaned my gun and put it away for that session I thought about France and their role in the Pickawillany attack. As a country they were quite aggressive in their early days, but now they were dominated by liberals in politics that have turned them into a global laughing-stock. Now they are a clawless nation of pacifists and topless art—but little else. That is because they allowed themselves to be taken over as a nation by the same socialists that are trying to become president of the United States after eight years of Obama’s little “c” communism. If that’s allowed to happen—which obviously CBS television is hoping to help usher in, then America will follow France to being a laughing-stock nation. That’s not acceptable to me. Republican debates were shown on cable television, but the Democrats were put on the networks after only one previously boring diatribe of socialists, and communists wearing a mask of progressivism to take the edge off their presentation. But what stands in the way of those insurgents getting their way in America is in the gun. No wonder Democrats want to ban them. It was the gun which defeated the Indian during the frontier wars. And it was the gun that keeps the Democrats at bay now. It is the lack of guns that make France such an easy terrorist target—so what lesson do we have to learn here? Join Second Call Defense, clean your guns, and get some gun powder on your skin to keep your mind right. Because even superpowers can lose—just ask Ronda Rousey. Don’t take anything for granted.
France needs more guns—a lot more guns. As one of the most progressive cities in the world, they continue to be a premier target for terrorists from radical Islam as a Middle East caliphate attempts to take over the world through fear. France is essentially a socialist country; it has a current socialist president. It has gun control—very strict gun control. It is an open-minded place sexually, philosophically, and especially nationally with a large immigration problem that would be considered illegal in other places around the world. And in one of their premier sporting events which was taking place at one of the attacked targets, a soccer stadium full of 70,000 people as France played Germany in a match they called a “friendly” French society just comes across to evil as a soft, easy target. ISIS terrorists had no fear of stepping into a popular night spot where innocent people were dancing the night way and opening fire from a balcony while lobbing grenades into the crowd—because they knew nobody would shoot back. In Paris, the police are often not armed—so there was nothing to stop terrorists from their ill intentions.
I feel sorry for the families of the victims who will have the mutilated bodies of their loved ones splashed on television and media images from now on as this story was so shocking that it will not die soon. It’s asking for trouble to be in a place where you could end up helpless in a fishbowl, stuck with nowhere to go if a crazed radical decides to make victims of people defenseless in a public place. In Paris a small army of terrorists caused over 150 deaths and many more injuries. As of this writing only eight of those scum bags were killed as police eventually did show up with guns to engage the threats. But after massive amounts of damage and terror were already inflicted.
Now it should be clear why guns should be more abundantly used for private use and what happens to people when a socialist state is in charge. Paris after the attacks went into a curfew mode. A city known for its liberal living was locked down like a panicked school during a fire drill interrupting everyone’s lives that may be there on business or sightseeing travel. The borders of the entire country are now sealed off as if that is going to stop terrorists from getting back to their homeland of Syria and Iraq. Of course the socialist president of France declared war against the perpetrators as ISIS gleefully claimed responsibility daring action taken in retaliation. After all, who’s going to be afraid of a country that calls its competitive events, “friendlies?” What’s France going to do to ISIS? Send them a strongly worded letter? Or tell the Americans that they will support for more air strikes along the Syria, Iraq border? France doesn’t have any resources to declare war against anybody, let alone a lunatic base of international thugs known as ISIS.
All the support, all the prayers, all the colored state houses across the world showing support for France won’t solve the problem—they are meaningless gestures caused by global mismanagement of the Middle East. There you have religious based radicals politically driven by communism who are still angry at Europe for the Sykes-Pikot agreement and they will not stop until they are all dead, because they have been raised from youth to hate everything. So there is no reform. You can’t send them a box of chocolates and expect everything to be alright. They only understand force, and until the world is ready to show that force, these types of attacks will only increase, because passivity only increases the desire to inflict harm.
Now lets look at some really stupid behavior by the same leaders who brought us the massive progressive utopia known as Paris so it can be seen that similar acts of violence are poised to unleash across the plant all designed by the insurrections in Syria. The following story isn’t just United States specific. There are Syrian refugees all over Europe fleeing ISIS, and within those cells of refugees are minorities of radicals who are willing to suicide bomb potential targets so that Allah will give them their virgins and lofty praise in the afterlife. We are dealing with a new kind of stupidity around the world, and they are dangerous.
The 10,000 Syrian refugees are first flown to the United States, according to the French news wire Agence France-Presse, with the State Department paying the International Organization for Migration (IOM) for the airfare.
Then, once the refugees arrive in the country, they could be dispersed across the 180 cities listed above, where they are to aided within the first 30 to 90 days in settling and finding employment in the area.
After approximately 90 days, refugees are no longer eligible for the State Department-funded support that they were receiving through migrant and refugee services. However, they are able to join support programs through the Department of Health and Human Services.
Additionally, it is unclear how much the screening process for the 10,000 Syrian refugees will cost American taxpayers.
The State Department spent $1.1 billion resettling people from around the world in the country last year. That’s about $16,000 per person.
Catholic Charities, which receive federal grants from U.S. Department of State/Bureau of Population, Refugees and Migration, have apparently taken in two Syrian refugee families already and are expecting many more.
There are approximately 180 cities in the country that are eligible to accept the 10,000 Syrian refugees. Here is the full list of those cities, which includes Baton Rouge, Matairie and Lafayette:
The best advice is to grab your guns and be vigilant. Keep your eyes open and understand that evil is amuck. Don’t get caught praying for peace, because these killers will attack while nations morn on their knees to deities unseen and negligent toward the evil before us. If Paris had more guns on their streets in the hands of their private citizens, they wouldn’t be such a lucrative target, so for their sake, and everyone else, revisit your gun laws, and make it easier for private citizens to carry so that they will be there ready to defend the weak around them when the time comes. Because that time will come again, and likely more often than it has in the past—attacks like this one in Paris only emboldens evil. Without complete dissemination of their terrorist cells, they will plan another attack. And only guns and the willingness to use them can alter those aggressive plans of global insurrection.
First of all, Spectre was essentially the epitome of what we all fear regarding the NSA program in the United States. Considering that James Bond is a British film franchise that has its largest market in America, it’s always interesting to see how the world views issues through James Bond stories intended for specifically American eyes. I have to point out that the reason that James Bond was successful as a “supers spy” is specifically because he is willing to break the rules all the time and do what he thinks is right as an individual. James Bond works because he acts as an individual who will violate the chain of his command structure to do what he thinks is right. That is why James Bond is one of the best overman characters in cinema and so long as the filmmakers know and accept that—James Bond films will be successful. James Bond films are not so good when he becomes a “duty first” sacrificial lamb working toward progressive causes. In those types of stories, James Bond falters. But in Spectre, James Bond is an overman—and he succeeds because of it—and so does the story.
In that fashion this latest film has been criticized as being a less “progressive” film and more of a throwback to the early Sean Connery films—which I thought was always the point of the Daniel Craig stories. Bond has little weaknesses, never appears to be unsure of himself, and always manages to get a situation under control. That’s wonderful—it’s why I go see James Bond movies as opposed to some of the more recent garbage where the main characters are all emotional about their parents, or their role in the universe. James Bond is sure of himself and likes the skin he lives in. That makes him a wonderful character.
English society loves rules and following them. They are some of the most proper people on the planet by their very nature. I enjoy them most of the time because at least they have wonderful values—as a nation. But, Bond works best when he disobeys orders, wither its direct commands from “M” or he’s harassing “Q” or stepping around the constructs of social well-being for the benefit of objectives only he can see. So it’s interesting that England has embraced James Bond with such open arms because he reveals about them the suppressed nature of their national consciousness. James Bond is the English version of an American cowboy—a rugged individualist functioning from their own blissful nature—without the confinement of social impositions. If he wants to make love to a woman, he does it. If he wants to save the world—he does it even if his superiors tell him to stand down. That’s a very important distinction.
Then you get into the other side of the European mindset, the constant references in the film to how government could never afford such a luxurious surveillance program as the character “C” is in charge of, that only the private sector can. Such a conversation occurred between “M” and a fellow bureaucrat as they discussed eliminating the 00 program of counter-intelligence for which James Bond works. The interesting aspect of all this is that 007, otherwise known as James Bond is a government worker and the personal identity of all the other government workers are only known by their employment positions—such as “M,” “Q,” or “C.” Their individual names are not relevant to their social context within the movie. So within all James Bond films is this strange dance between duty and national loyalty and individual free will as James Bond walks the very fine line between them.
An interesting transition occurred as James Bond was discovered at a secret society meeting of a group called Spectre and their plans for world domination through global surveillance programs—while in a car chase Bond was on the phone with Miss Moneypenny which is being recorded secretly by “C.” Bond has broken from his command by “M” to remain in London but is instead fleeing an aggressor in Rome. Moneypenny gives Bond the information he needs which allows for the adventure to continue, but later when “C” wants to slam “M” for not having control of his agents to justify the global surveillance program he is initiating with Spectre, it is brought up strategically to put justification for insurrection on the out-dated government organization which is made out in this case to be a heroic enterprise. “M” isn’t mad at Bond for disobeying him, it’s at “C” for using a big brother nanny state to take control of his “old school” 00 program, very interesting paradoxes there.
Of course I don’t mean to spoil the ending, but at the conclusion of the story obviously it involves Bond in an individual situation of value versus the greater good. He picks love for his own selfish reasons and the story concludes putting his needs before the needs of the state. He was literally on a bridge with his girlfriend on one end and his boss “M” at the other. He walked deliberately toward her and that was the parting shot of the film. Obviously the movie resonated with audiences and the picture made well over $100 million on its opening weekend. People agreed with James Bond’s decision. If he had walked toward “M” Bond would be a lot less cool. That’s something to note.
The formula with Bond as opposed to other franchises is that it gives people the surface values they feel in their society, love of country, loyalty to a cause, sacrifice, honor as assessed by collective opinion. But additionally it touches the subconscious of individual necessity and value. Bond is an individual that will disobey all the rules of society to do what’s right which only he can see. Ultimately in all Bond movies that are successful, this is the relationship Bond has with the institutions of his life, and it’s why people continue to cheer him to victory each time after over five decades of film telling essentially the same story over and over again with new actors, updated visuals, but essentially the same conflict on the screen—Bond against an ultimate villain, and Bond against the institution. At the conclusion of each film when Bond outsmarts both antagonists, the literal villain and the institutions of his life successfully while still fulfilling the mission parameters that always embody the greater good; we love the movies with successful box office earnings.
Personally, I loved the various metaphors of this latest Bond installment. There were a lot, and they were intelligent. The filmmakers obviously went the extra mile to deliver a film filled with a visual commentary on the condition of our modern era. As I’ve said previously, the opening scene was spectacular; the fight on the train was very classic—and suspenseful. The car chase and style of the secret society meeting which was very reminiscent of Eyes Wide Shut was done with great taste and cinematic skill. It was compelling to say the least given many of the concerns of our real political society these days. There may not be so much fiction in it as we would like to believe. All in all, Spectre was a great film, not because James Bond was a loyal agent to His Majesty’s Secret Service, but because he was an individual who literally pushed the world away in order to save it. Powerful stuff if it is understood literally and not just subconsciously. With that context in mind, listen to the words of the theme song—“Writing on the Wall” and you will hear a small work of genius into the plight of the individual against the collective.
Spectre is a movie well worth watching, and if you are lucky enough to live near the Cinebistro at Liberty Center—go see it there with a nice bottle of wine and a juicy self-indulged steak. Maybe even have a martini shaken, but not stirred for some good fun. It’s that kind of movie and one that you will leave with no regrets and maybe a few advanced thoughts about the condition of the human race and the paradoxes of our existence. The English know they are there, but they can’t seem to admit to them in the light of day—only in the magic of a darkened theater under the light of the silver screen.
There isn’t even a close second in my opinion; my first movie experience at Liberty Center’s Cinebistro was the best I’ve ever had in my long movie going history. It was fabulous on all fronts. Couple that experience with the opening of one of the most wonderful James Bond intros—a several minute tracking shot from what had to be a really sophisticated drone camera system involving thousands of extras in and out-of-doors in one take and I have to thank the filmmakers and Cinebistro for the most memorable theater experience that I’ve ever had 47 years. I’ve written on these pages before of my love of the Newport on the Levee theaters by AMC. I’ve went on about the Regal in Mason. I’ve described the IMAX screen at Springdale as the best in the city of Cincinnati. I enjoy little things from all those places, so I was eager to see just how good the Cobb group was in putting together a theater experience in my hometown, and I can only say it was a stunning example of everything I’ve ever dreamed of regarding a journey out to the movies—which is a favorite pastime of mine. So that you dear reader can experience it for yourself let me describe how it works coupled with a bit of background for context.
I have lived in the area of Liberty Township most of my life. I’ve traveled and lived in other places, but I stayed in Liberty Township because I consider it one of the best locations in the United States. I get involved in the politics of the area to some extent to protect my investment both fiscally, and philosophically. Forty years ago when I was a kid in the area the best place to see a movie was the Showcase Cinemas in Springdale. I considered it a luxury experience to go to the Dayton Mall which had a movie theater inside the mall. I also years later thought it was a luxury to see a movie inside the Kenwood Mall. Going to the movies was always and continues to be an exciting thing to do in my life. I enjoy it most of the time. Around the country there is a really nice movie theater I like at Cocoa Beach inside the mall there. One of the neatest that I’ve seen was at the Americana complex in Glendale, California which caters to the wealthy in and around the television industry which shoots a lot of footage nearby on a daily basis. It is not uncommon to see movie stars and television stars seeking downtime at the Americana, it’s where they go to get away from the public and the movie theater is naturally nice. Another great movie theater is the one at Universal Studios in Florida at the City Walk. So it is within the context of those exotic destinations that I can say that Liberty Center and the Cinebistro within it are among the best that I have ever seen—anywhere. I could go so far to say that Cinebistro is the best movie theater currently in the state of Ohio—and yes that includes theaters in Columbus and Cleveland. It was the best—here’s why, and how it works.
Cinebistro is actually a separate theater experience from the Cobb Luxury theaters. It has its own little section off to the left of the main entrance at the top of the escalator. Tickets for both theaters are bought in the downstairs, street level ticket booth. Simply take the escalator up into the main auditorium and the Luxury theaters are off to the right with the Cinebistro off to the left. Ahead is Cobbster’s kitchen which services the Luxury theaters. Behind, to the right is the bar and restaurant which by itself is a great experience. It has a fantastic view up the street into the heart of Liberty Center from a nice balcony that protrudes off the building. It’s all very dramatic and wonderful. But things really get cool when you step into the doors to the Cinebistro. The tickets themselves look like they are for a high-class affair; they are not your normal movie ticket. When they are purchased downstairs you pick your seats for the presentation. So when you step into the doors of Cinebistro you are good to go. You should arrive about 45 minutes before your feature, but 30 minutes are recommended. At 30 minutes until the feature they call your showing and you proceed inside just as you would a normal theater, only an usher will take you to your seat the way a hostess would at a restaurant complete with a full menu of their offerings.
The reason you should arrive an additional 15 minutes to the recommended 30 minutes early is so that you can relax in their lounge which is very nice and has also its own balcony overlooking the square outside. At the bar a striking young woman was very knowledgeable about drinks and provided an assortment of exotic beers, wines and just about every other drink on the market. I brought along some of my family so we had a group of four and relaxed for a moment with some drinks. I listened to the bartender take additional orders from other customers and her manner was what you would expect at the bar of a very nice hotel. She was very professional and competent speaking without any slang—fully prepared to deal with people who are used to speaking with proper grammar and complete sentences. She and I spoke a bit about a suggestion she had on that cold November night in Ohio for a fire pit outside on the balcony for her guests to warm up next to, similar to what the Kona Grill had across the square in full few of the bar. The view was quite nice outside the windows and I couldn’t help but think of some prime location in a downtown area anywhere in the country. I actually forgot that I was in my hometown—because it felt like being on vacation someplace very expensive.
The prices however weren’t that expensive. The ticket prices for a primetime film were around $14.50 and the beers and martinis weren’t all that expensive, reasonably priced in fact. The balcony was very inviting so we spent some time there sipping drinks and looking down the street toward the other end of Liberty Center where they were assembling a Christmas Tree for their Holiday exhibit. It was very comfortable and premier. The entire staff obviously received the memo that guests were to be treated with great attention because it wasn’t just that bartender who behaved with a level of competency. When our movie was called the people working the information desk, the ticket taker, our usher, our server, and the runners were all very respectful, which was refreshing for a change. You have to be over 21 to even go to the Cinebistro so you can forget about kids of any kind. They aren’t even admitted. That might be rough if you have a family with young kids, but for them, the other theater is the best option. Cinebistro is off limits—its adults only. The biggest downside to other regional movie theaters is the kids and teenagers. Nobody wants to around a bunch of teenage kids in a movie theater, especially on a Friday and Saturday night. They are loud, they are always on their cell phones, and they are entitled. At Cinebistro, you don’t have to worry about them in any way. That was wonderful.
When you step into the theater it’s like stepping into another world. The theaters really look like the screen rooms of a Hollywood studio. They are extremely well done and the seats are known for their comfort. I’ve personally only sat in a seat that comfortable at Brookstone or in a private home theater done with extreme luxury in mind. The Cinebistro theaters are a bit smaller than average not built to pack as many people in a theater as possible, but to make those people as comfortable as they can, even down to tiny details like pairing them up couple specific. For instance my daughter and her husband couldn’t see my face, only my wife could because the seats were arranged in a way to provide a zone of privacy for couples. That really impressed me.
Just like in a restaurant a server comes to your seat to take your order after you’ve had a few minutes to look over the menu. That’s when you notice how much space there is between rows. The seats are arranged in a way that allow for the waitress to walk down the aisle even if the seat’s footrest is fully extended into the reclined position. If you wanted you could recline the seats back enough to sleep in. But the distance between rows of seats is more than enough for servers to attend you without having difficulty. It was a surprising distance that I’ve never seen in any movie theater, even private ones. Your server takes your order during that 30 minute seating period. The objective for them is to get all the orders into the kitchen so that the food can be delivered to a table which folds out over your seat by the time the previews start. Preview times are set at 18 minutes. The runners bring your food from the kitchen to your seat during this time. They do not want to be standing in your way when the movie starts, that is why they need to get your order as soon as possible once you sit down. It takes just a bit of planning on your part, but it is well worth it.
Gone from the Cinebistro are those stupid ads that show on the screen before a movie’s previews begin—while people are sitting. Cinebistro is like watching on the screen a fine novel as opposed to the classifieds in a newspaper. Both actions fall under the heading of “reading” but one is certainly better than the other. At Cinebistro during our film they were showing IMAX images of nature films that are available on DVD. But there was no narration, only nice sound effects of nature elements and some mild music that played continuously during the entire 30 minutes of seating, ordering, and awaiting for its arrival. When the previews began, the food started to come out. I was in the mood for a hamburger so I tried their Bistro Burger, which was very fresh and along the lines of something from the Rusty Bucket or Red Robin. They advertise that everything is made fresh each day, and from my perspective it was. My wife had the veggie burger. My daughter had a more refined taste as she had the Shrimp Mac and Cheese which was really a nice looking dish for $17. My son-in-law had the Smoked Pork Chop at $20.50. It looked like it came from Jags—which in Cincinnati is one of the premier steak houses in the Tri State. That impressed me. He ordered another martini, and my wife a beer. I had a Coke so we had a nice sampling of all their various food options at degrees of etiquette and all were quite immaculate. If I was impressed with everything up to that point, which I was, the food really put it over the top. It actually far exceeded my expectations. I assumed it would be a bit gimmicky, but it was genuinely extremely good.
Thank goodness the movie itself was really good as well, because it just put a period at the end of that sentence for the night. The sound system was fabulous. The visual quality of the picture was what you’d expect from a high-end place—everything was top shelf—which I’m finding is a theme at Liberty Center. I’m sure there are issues somewhere with all the new establishments coming on-line with all the new hires, but so far my experiences have been wonderful. I have been very happy with the Rodizio at the other end of Liberty Center—they are an extremely good dining option. Of course I had high hopes for the Cinebistro so it is not often when reality actually exceeds high hopes, but they did in this case. By the time the James Bond movie was over and we all looked at each other after the movie, we realized that it was the best film going experience we had ever had—which is saying a lot. We’ve had some good times at movies, but never anything like what we had at the Cinebistro.
On the way out the staff was as friendly as they were on the way in. All in all, we spent $207 on four people for a prime time first run movie and a really good meal. The tip is set at 17% and is added to your bill automatically. So you don’t have to worry about leaving one at the end of the film. We could have spent a lot more, and we could have spent less, especially if we hadn’t had any alcohol. You don’t have to get food, but it’s almost impossible not to because the atmosphere begs for it. So I thought of it as a bargain. The couple next to my wife and I ordered a bottle of wine halfway through the film. If you want something refreshed once the movie starts there is a concession area right outside the theater that you can go to for additional items. They do that so servers don’t bother you while watching the movie. The serving team every 30 minutes travels from theater to theater which is why they have their movies timed the way they do. It’s a very slick operation. But if you want more, they have those options too. Next to us the couple sipped on wine after their dinner and were enjoying themselves quite a lot. It was a bizarre experience to me. I had to remind myself that in my wildest dreams when I was a kid that something as nice as the Cinebistro would be built on ground I used to play on. Back then all the nice, fancy stuff was downtown in Cincinnati or Dayton. Most of the time it was out-of-state. Now Liberty Township was an instant tourist destination which was fine with me. It still has many of the things I have always loved about it. But now it has some things that I used to only get while traveling to far away places. After the Cinebistro experience it became clear to me that now people would be coming from thousands of miles away to come here—and that gave me a bit of pride in my hometown that is always under the surface, but was easier for me to access.
On the way out I spoke to the bartender again and we talked about her idea for the fire pits. She was right, that was the only thing that could really improve Cinebistro. From down below on the street it would look like a temple of exotic paradise. Above it would provide warmth to romantic couples waiting for their movie while having a nice drink and enjoying the weather no matter how cold it was. It’s really the only thing that could be done to improve the place. Because otherwise, it was exquisite, extremely memorable, and much more affordable than you’d think. I’m already looking for a good excuse to see another movie just to experience the whole thing again. My only hesitation was that Spectre was so good that another movie might take away from my memory too soon.
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