Probably the biggest thing that everyone is concerned with after this November 5^th election of President Trump is what will happen after.  Let’s face it: Democrats are the party of bullies and criminals, and to hide their intentions from the public, they resort most of the time to violence. And that is what people ultimately are afraid of.  So, they elected President Trump to return to the White House.  What happens then?  How do we deal with the radical left and the violence that is part of their interaction with the world?  Well, that just so happens to be my specialty.  As an adult now, I have the unique position of being in a lot of violent fights and coming out well in all of them.  That includes my childhood, which was unusually violent even though I grew up locally in Butler County, Ohio, and went to a good school.  I have always been uncompromising toward evil, so conflict was bound to happen.  For instance, when I was in the first grade, there was a really nasty bully that everyone was afraid of.  And he wanted to fight me right in the middle of class in front of everyone.  He was a big, scary kid who beat up everybody.  And I wasn’t very big at all at the time.  So I knew a fight with him would be tough.  So, as we started the fight, I poked him in the eye with my scissors, and it was a mess.  I got into a lot of trouble, of course.  But it was worth it because I gained something far more valuable: a reputation.  And that reputation would last the rest of my days in school, even up to the present.  When I fought with someone, the people involved often got badly hurt. 

When I was in the 6^th grade, there were many fights between these, however, some of these show a pattern of behavior throughout my life; I got into a big fight with a kid much bigger than me right in the hallway in front of the principal’s office.  Most of the school was watching the fight because it was near the locker area right in front of the school in the morning while everyone was arriving.  So they formed a big circle and were watching, so I knew I had to make it good.   It wasn’t going well for the kid, so I needed to do something really dramatic to make sure I made a point. I pushed the kid through the principal’s office doors so hard that he fell into the doorway, and a few teacher assistants were residing there and being knocked away like bowling pins.  I followed it up by rushing him as he was getting up, colliding with him, which forced him backward even further and into the principal’s office where the guy was sitting at his desk.  I figured I was already in trouble, so I made it count.  I got into a lot of trouble, but again, my reputation bloomed as almost everyone in the school had witnessed or heard about it immediately.  It was worth the trouble I got into as a result.  Let me say that.  One thing you learn in these kinds of fights is that fewer people build up the courage to fight you because they know they are going to get hurt.  I was never a bully, but I had a policy not to take any crap from anybody over anything.  And that provoked people who like to give out crap, to try and make a trophy out of me, leaving many of them hurt in destructive ways and certainly damaged for life.  It’s gone forever once you lose a reputation, as with most things.

When I was a junior in high school, there was a group of bullies and a series of conflicts ensued through the winter that year with three of them, and it started over a girl.  I was always a sucker for helping girls when bullies pushed them around.  A trend that is as current as yesterday.  I still do this kind of thing a lot.  But then it was a matter of cafeteria warfare, and it got so bad that during one of these engagements, I punched a hard plastic plate that immediately cut my hand open in several places and exposed my bone and ligaments in front of the entire lunchroom.  Knowing I was severely hurt, I made the most of it and stayed calm even though my bones were sticking out of my hand.  I made a point to continue eating my food even with blood pouring out, taking my time to get to the nurse.  I had to be rushed to the hospital to have emergency plastic surgery because my hand was cut up badly.  It took a few months to heal, but the moment I could close my fist, I agreed to meet three of these guys at the Screaming Bridge, a local haunted spot in Liberty Township back then, for a fight.  And it was going to be a big one.  My friends were going to go and watch me fight these three guys who showed up to the fight location early to set booby traps they intended to push me into.  This was confirmed later in court when all this blew up into a significant headline, as the evidence of their intentions was nothing short of murderous. 

Fortunately for me, and this is why I can confirm Providence as a hidden hand that often shows up when you least expect it; I was with the police when one of those kids was shot and killed by a friend of mine after a car chase.   My reputation being what it was, I was not at the fight when it was supposed to start, and these kids I was supposed to meet told my friends that they had already thrown me down the hill into a series of booby traps they had set there, which frightened my friends because they couldn’t believe it.  So they gunned those kids down and chased them down the road, and a bullet hit one of the provocateurs, killing him.  Of course, the whole school knew I was supposed to fight those kids that night, and the story was all over the news.  So, I was the prime suspect.  But as it occurred, the police had apprehended me for another event that happened the weekend before, so they were questioning me at the exact moment on a Saturday night in late February 1985.  The point of all this is that, yes, I have a lot of experience dealing with bullies and violence.  And I enjoy these engagements.  I have had more guns pointed at me directly over the years than most police officers experience over their entire careers.  Most of the people I knew from back then didn’t make it very far into adulthood, and some had very violent deaths.  But I can say that I’ve seen enough of that behavior to know what will happen after this election. The Democrat bullies are out of gas and are beaten.  Do not be afraid of them.  They are defeated people, and their past has caught up with them.  And you don’t have to take any crap from them.  They are not scary or more powerful and can easily be beaten.  So don’t worry about what they will do after Trump wins the election.  They have only one play in the playbook and that is to bully people into submission.  But if you don’t submit, they don’t know what to do, and based on my experience, they don’t have what it takes to push people around, especially when they are losing as they are now politically.  There is only one path for them, and victory is not it.  And having the ability to bully people around, they have lost forever.  All you have to do is stand up to them.  God will take care of the rest. I’ve seen it all my life, and it happens like clockwork.  So don’t yield to the bullies from the radical left.  Stand up to them and expose them in ways they are unprepared to fight because they can’t.  Be like Joshua when he led the Israelites into Canaan.  God will take care of you if you fight in his name and do what’s right even when it seems scary and unwinnable. 

Rich Hoffman

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