For those who thought I was unfair toward President Obama when his campaign opened an office in Mason, Ohio—history has proven me right once again. As usual, those types of people who lean in that particular political direction as Obama supporters have shown why they are so incompetent and living evidence as to why democracies will always fail. The mob cannot rule—because collectively they are too stupid to. I said so much about the Obama supporters who showed up to open the Mason office and many thought I was too harsh. Well, what does anybody think now?
Obama is the worst president in American history and may go down as one of the worst leaders in the history of the world, which is saying a lot considering Europe had some terrible kings, and the Roman Empire had a large percentage of fools serving as Emperor. Obama has proven as President of the United States that he is either a diabolical terrorist sent to undermine America as a world power, or he is a complete idiot incompetent to manage anything or anyone. I have often said that Obama was not qualified to manage even a McDonald’s restaurant—and this statement has more than proven to be true. Granted, managing a McDonald’s is not an easy task on a good day, but one would think that it should be within the management capacity of the world’s most powerful so-called leader. Obama could not even do such a thing—he is completely and utterly incompetent.
The list of scandals is growing under Obama’s care, and if there were a defining moment when Obama lost control of his foreign policy, it was Syria when he did not make good on his promise to defend a metaphorical line in the sand. This opened up the opportunity for Russia to push the U.S. in Ukraine, this antagonized aggression in Iran, Iraq and embolden terrorists in Afghanistan—as well as throughout the Middle-East. The wheels are now completely off, and are rapidly deteriorating. The world knows Obama is a fool, and they no longer respect American involvement in anything—which is the fault of the President and his administration.
Obama has in his Justice Department a common thug in Eric Holder involved in scandal after scandal from the IRS, gun dealing, open border debacles, and NSA surveillance. Obama has screwed up virtually everything he has touched in every category that he has touched it. If he has done anything right, it is in his con artist presentation—his ability to get elected and make promises—but he has not been able to make good on anything. I have often referred to him as a used car salesman—who will do and say anything to sell a car—but once you get the car—you realize it’s a lemon. What Obama gives isn’t even a lemon—it’s rather a picture of a lemon printed on garbage.
Obama’s ultimate failure is his socialism that he brought to the American economy. If Bush ran America into debt fighting terrorism, and attacking the free market with micromanagement—Obama put a dagger square in the back of capitalism placing the American economy into the hands of complete idiots—much like himself. Whether it is the Veterans Affairs scandals of mismanagement which actually killed innocent people—it is Obamacare which is destroying the greatest healthcare system in the world. Obama has propped up unionized businesses foolishly and squandered away billions of dollars on green energy hippie concerns. He has further strangled the U.S. economy by going to war with coal, and using the EPA to halt virtually every business development in the nation with over-regulation and government enforced corruption. Before Obama it was difficult to do business with the federal government—now it is nearly impossible. Mindless bureaucrats are in charge of creativity and productive enterprise—which has nearly stopped manufacturing and new job growth. All Obama can do to solve the problem is mindlessly create more government jobs like firefighters, cops, and teachers—or even worse, IRS agents, healthcare workers, or EPA staff which are simply flow over members of the Sierra Club and PETA. He has given activists power over the productive and the productive have simply thrown up their hands and said to hell with it. It’s not worth the headache, the law suits and the pain in the ass to start a new business. Even if a company could launch a new product, their profits are confiscated by the federal government and distributed to the poor, the lazy, and the idiot—the typical Obama supporter. Productivity under Obama has stopped. Existing companies have held their own, but new growth has been embarrassingly stagnating in future development and implementation through capital assets. That is the fault of Obama and his policies of federal terrorism of capitalism.
Obama spent the first four years blaming the previous administration on the state of the world. Now, six years into his presidency, he owns the parade of follies shown daily on the nightly news. All his bad management has caught up to him and he can no longer escape it. What will turn out to be his greatest failure will be that he did win a second term—because history will remember his faults instead of giving him the benefit of doubt of the four years he would have been in office left unproven. Now, he is proven. He’s a proven fool and is simply embarrassing as a human being—let alone a manager of anything.
Obama is way over his head and is proof of what happens when you put a radical community organizer into a responsible position. America and all the trouble currently plaguing the freest country on earth is the result of putting an idiot—and domestic terrorist like Obama into a governing position. Whether Obama is a terrorist by deliberate deceit or under just being a fool is the only question left to answer. Obama will always be known as the worst president in American history and a major step backward in human development. The results of his life and times as an American politician are now beyond refute and are solely in his possession. America would have done much better if it had simply plucked a stressed out fast food manager out of a nearby restaurant and put them in The White House. The results would have been much more productive.
The other intent of this blog, which again was addressed from the very beginning, was that it promised to take readers down the “rabbit hole” of knowledge so to unlock the reasons for many of the events occurring in the world. Of course the reference is to the novel Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll brought to immortal life by the Walt Disney film of the same name. I knew that those reading here would find themselves at some point in a world they never knew existed, but perilously aware that the mechanisms emitting from deep down the Rabbit Hole would explain the type of insanity seen in the nightly news. Such a tragedy is similar to a child watching a puppet show and believing that what they see on stage is real, only to discover as their eyes become more sophisticated that there are strings on the marionettes which extend off stage somewhere. So the inquiring mind gets out of their seat and climbs onto the stage to follow the strings up above the stage where it is discovered that the real manipulators of movement reside. In this way, the “rabbit hole” is anything and everything which helps support the puppet show away from the stage. The stage where the puppets act is the reality witnessed, but anything away from the stage would be considered Rabbit Hole material.
But the rabbit hole of our real life can be much more tragic than a child realizing that the puppets in a show are not real, and are manipulated by talented actors off stage. The realization that from deep down the Rabbit Hole of existence are the mechanisms which affect our daily life from news stories like the ISIS invading Iraq to the countless scandals involving President Obama, the IRS claiming to have lost two years of emails, or the real intentions of the legalization of drugs in America. On this site I also deal with the origin of the human race pointing to religion often as simply a puppet show to mask that true reality—but there is danger in going down such Rabbit Holes. I often give hints to games I endorse, or literary achievements which can help preserve the mind not from the fantasy of escapism, but the linking of a mind back to the accepted reality of the true dream world. Sports are a good mutual bonding agent between life in the Rabbit Hole and the world the rest of the society lives in. I often reference these types of things to keep sanity a close ally when the images of the Rabbit Hole threaten to shatter consciousness. For some people, it is too much to know what is really happening off the stages of life and they do fall into insanity. My goal with this blog is to show people what happens in the Rabbit Hole without destroying the minds of the inquiring minds who want to know more. So not only do I help lead people down the Rabbit Hole, I also provide mechanisms for dealing with the crisis of learning the truth once there.
To me the Rabbit Hole is a way of understanding the world of quantum mechanics and the world of macro and nano technology which is evolving at a rapid rate. From this realm it might be denoted that a ultraterrestrial species lives in conjunction with the human race and injects its influence upon us—and certainly stirs the pot so to speak. So dealing with this species is a conflict which goes well beyond the world of commerce, politics, or acknowledged philosophy—and can really only be discovered through advanced mathematics. Ironically, the author of Alice in Wonderland was a mathematician, and seemed over a century ago—well before anyone at the time had an inclination—whether through tragedy, sexual crises, or just a mind folding over on itself with the realization that all was not what it seemed and lacking a philosophy to deal with it—Lewis Carroll wrote a novel from inside the Rabbit Hole. So for those who thought they understood Alice in Wonderland as a beloved children’s story and classic Disney animated cartoon with images inescapable at Disney World, it is time to reveal what many of the metaphors mean. To make that the easiest transition as possible, I have shown the Cliff Notes below, along with video explaining the meanings of the classic novel. A link to the Cliff Notes origin article is provided below after a rather robust gathering of explanations on Alice in Wonderland and the life of Lewis Carroll are provided.
The novel is composed of twelve brief chapters; it can be read in an afternoon. Each of the brief chapters, furthermore, is divided into small, individual, almost isolated episodes. And the story begins with Alice and her sister sitting on the bank of a river reading a book which has no pictures or dialogue in it. ” . . . and what is the use of a book,” thought Alice, “without pictures or conversations?” Thus, we find many pictures and read much dialogue (although very little of it makes sense) in this novel.
After introducing us to one of the creatures in Wonderland, the Gryphon, for instance, the narrator tells us, “If you don’t know what a Gryphon is, look at the picture.” As noted earlier, Wonderland is filled with strange animals, and Alice’s encounters with these creatures, all of whom engage her in conversations, confuse her even more whenever she meets yet another inhabitant of this strange country.
Slowly losing interest in her sister’s book, Alice catches sight of a white rabbit. However, he is not merely a rabbit; he will be the “White Rabbit,” a major character in the novel. In this first paragraph, then, we learn about the protagonist, Alice, her age, her temperament, and the setting and the mood of the story. In a dream, Alice has escaped from the dull and boring and prosaic world of adulthood — a world of dull prose and pictureless experiences; she has entered what seems to be a confusing, but perpetual springtime of physical, if often terrifying, immediacy.
The White Rabbit wears a waistcoat, walks upright, speaks English, and is worrying over the time on his pocket watch. Alice follows him simply because she is very curious about him. And very soon she finds herself falling down a deep tunnel. For a few minutes, she is frightened; the experience of falling disorients her. Soon, however, she realizes that she is not falling fast; instead, she is falling in a slow, almost floating descent. As she falls, she notices that the tunnel walls are lined with cupboards, bookshelves, maps, and paintings. She takes a jar of orange marmalade off a shelf. But finding the jar empty, she replaces it on a lower shelf, as though she were trying to maintain a sense of some propriety — especially in this situation of absolute uncertainty. As she reflects on the marmalade jar, she says that had she dropped the jar, she might have killed someone below. Alice is clearly a self-reflective young girl — and she’s also relatively calm; her thinking reveals a curiously mature mind at times. But like an ordinary little girl, she feels homesick for her cat, Dinah. In that respect, she is in sharp contrast with conventional child heroines of the time. Although Alice may be curious and sometimes bewildered, she is never too nice or too naughty. But she is always aware of her class-status as a “lady.” At one point, she even fears that some of Wonderland’s creatures have confused her for a servant, as when the White Rabbit thinks that she is his housekeeper, Mary Ann, and orders Alice to fetch his gloves and fan.
Thus, in Chapter I, Carroll prepares us for Alice’s first major confrontation with absolute chaos. And note that Alice’s literal-minded reaction to the impossible is always considered absurd here in Wonderland; it is laughable, yet it is her only way of coping. As she falls through the rabbit-hole, for instance, she wonders what latitude or longitude she has arrived at. This is humorous and ridiculous because such measurements — if one stops to think about it — are meaningless words to a seven-year-old girl, and they are certainly meaningless measurements of anything underground.
In Chapter II, Alice finds herself still in the long passageway, and the White Rabbit appears and goes off into a long, low hall full of locked doors. Behind one very small door, Alice remembers that there is “the loveliest garden you ever saw” (remember, she saw this in Chapter I), but now she has drunk a liquid that has made her too large to squeeze even her head through the doorway of the garden. She wishes that she could fold herself up like a telescope and enter. This wish becomes possible when she finds a shrinking potion and a key to the door. The potion reduces her to ten inches high, but she forgets to take the key with her (!) before shrinking, and now the table is too high for her to reach the key. To any young child, this is silly and something to be laughed at, but on another level, there’s an element of fear; for children, the predictable proportions of things are important matters of survival. Yet here in Wonderland, things change — for no known reason — thus, logic has lost all its validity.
Then Alice eats a cake that she finds, and her neck shoots up until it resembles a giraffe’s. Suddenly, she is a distorted nine feet tall! Clearly, her ability to change size has been a mixed blessing. In despair, she asks, “Who in the world am I?” This is a key question.
Meanwhile, the rapid, haphazard nature of Alice’s physical and emotional changes has created a dangerous pool of tears that almost causes her to drown when she shrinks again. Why has she shrunk? She realizes that she has been holding the White Rabbit’s lost white gloves and fan — therefore, it must be the magic of the fan that is causing her to shrink to almost nothingness. She saves herself by instantly dropping the fan. But now she is desperate; in vain, she searches her mind for something to make sense out of all this illogical chaos, something like arithmetic and geography, subjects that are solid, lasting, and rational. But even they seem to be confused because no matter how much she recites their rules, nothing helps. At the close of this chapter, she is swimming desperately in a pool of her own tears, alongside a mouse and other chattering creatures that have suddenly, somehow, appeared.
Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland is full of parody and satire. And in Chapter III, Victorian history is Carroll’s target. The mouse offers to dry the other creatures and Alice by telling them a very dry history of England. Then, Carroll attacks politics: the Dodo organizes a Caucus-race, a special race in which every participant wins a prize. Alice then learns the mouse’s sad tale as Carroll’s editor narrates it on the page in the shape of a mouse’s very narrow, S-shaped tail. The assembled, unearthly creatures cannot accept ordinary language, and so Alice experiences, again, absolute bafflement; this is linguistic and semantic disaster. Indeed, much of the humor of this chapter is based on Alice’s reactions to the collapse of three above-ground assumptions: predictable growth, an absolute distinction between animals and humans, and an identity that remains constant. We might also add to the concept of a constancy of identity a conformity of word usage. But in Wonderland, Alice’s previous identity and the very concept of a permanent identity has repeatedly been destroyed, just as the principles of above-ground are contradicted everywhere; here in Wonderland, such things as space, size, and even arithmetic are shown to have no consistent laws.
In Chapter IV, the confusion of identity continues. The White Rabbit insists that Alice fetch him his gloves and his fan. Somehow, he thinks that Alice is his servant, and Alice, instead of objecting to his confusion, passively accepts her new role, just as she would obey an adult ordering her about above-ground. On this day when everything has gone wrong, she feels absolutely defeated.
In the rabbit’s house, Alice finds and drinks another growth potion. This time, however, she becomes so enormous that she fills up the room so entirely that she can’t get out. These continuing changes in size illustrate her confused, rapid identity crisis and her continuous perplexity. After repulsing the rabbit’s manservant, young Bill, a Lizard (who is trying to evict her), Alice notices that pebbles that are being thrown at her through a window are turning into cakes. Upon eating one of them, she shrinks until she is small enough to escape the rabbit’s house and hide in a thick wood.
In Chapter V, “Advice From a Caterpillar,” Alice meets a rude Caterpillar; pompously and dogmatically, he states that she must keep her temper — which is even more confusing to her for she is a little irritable because she simply cannot make any sense in this world of Wonderland. Alice then becomes more polite, but the Caterpillar only sharpens his already very short, brusque replies. In Wonderland, there are obviously no conventional rules of etiquette. Thus, Alice’s attempt at politeness and the observance of social niceties are still frustrated attempts of hers to react as well as she can to very unconventional behavior—at least, it’s certainly unconventional according to the rules that she learned above-ground.
Later, Alice suffers another bout of “giraffe’s neck” from nibbling one side of the mushroom that the Caterpillar was sitting on. The effect of this spurt upward causes her to be mistaken for an egg-eating serpent by an angry, vicious pigeon.
In Chapters VI and VII, Alice meets the foul-tempered Duchess, a baby that slowly changes into a pig, the famous, grinning Cheshire-Cat, the March Hare, the Mad Hatter, and the very, very sleepy Dormouse. The latter three are literally trapped (although they don’t know it) in a time-warp — trapped in a perpetualtime when tea is being forever served. Life is one long tea-party, and this episode is Carroll’s assault on the notion of time. At the tea-party, it is always teatime; the Mad Hatter’s watch tells the day of the year, but not the time since it is always six o’clock. At this point, it is important that you notice a key aspect of Wonderland; here, all these creatures treat Alice (and her reactions) as though she is insane — and as though they are sane! In addition, when they are not condescending to her or severely criticizing her, the creatures continually contradict her. And Alice passively presumes the fault to be hers — in almost every case — because all of the creatures act as though their madness is normal and not at all unusual. It is the logical Alice who is the queer one. The chapter ends with Alice at last entering the garden by eating more of the mushroom that the Caterpillar was sitting on. Alice is now about a foot tall.
Chapters VIII to X introduce Alice to the most grimly evil and most irrational people (and actions) in the novel. Alice meets the sovereigns of Wonderland, who display a perversely hilarious rudeness not matched by anyone except possibly by the old screaming Duchess. The garden is inhabited by playing cards (with arms and legs and heads),who are ruled over by the barbarous Queen of Hearts. The Queen’s constant refrain and response to seemingly all situations is: “Off with their heads!” This beautiful garden, Alice discovers, is the Queen’s private croquet ground, and the Queen matter-of-factly orders Alice to play croquet. Alice’s confusion now turns to fear. Then she meets the ugly Duchess again, as well as the White Rabbit, the Cheshire-Cat, and a Gryphon introduces her to a Mock Turtle, who sings her a sad tale of his mock (empty) education; then the Mock Turtle teaches her and the Gryphon a dance called the ‘Lobster-Quadrille.” Chapters XI and XII concern the trial of the Knave of Hearts. Here, Alice plays a heroic role at the trial, and she emerges from Wonderland and awakens to reality. The last two chapters represent the overthrow of Wonderland and Alice’s triumphant rebellion against the mayhem and madness that she experienced while she was lost, for a while, in the strange world of Wonderland.
This story is characterized, first of all, by Alice’s unthinking, irrational, and heedless jumping down the rabbit-hole, an act which is at once superhuman and beyond human experience — but Alice does it. And once we accept this premise, we are ready for the rest of the absurdities of Wonderland and Alice’s attempts to understand it and, finally, to escape from it. Confusion begins almost immediately because Alice tries to use her world of knowledge from the adult world above-ground in order to understand this new world. Wonderland, however, is a lawless world of deepest, bizarre dream unconsciousness, and Alice’s journey through it is a metaphorical search for experience. What she discovers in her dream, though, is a more meaningful and terrifying world than most conscious acts of intelligence would ever lead her to. Hence, “Who in the world am I?” is Alice’s constant, confused refrain, one which people “above-ground” ask themselves many, many times throughout their lifetimes.
Throughout the story, Alice is confronted with the problem of shifting identity, as well as being confronted with the anarchy and by the cruelty of Wonderland. When Alice physically shrinks in size, she is never really small enough to hide from the disagreeable creatures that she meets; yet when she grows to adult or to even larger size, she is still not large enough to command authority. “There are things in Alice,” writes critic William Empson, “that would give Freud the creeps.” Often we find poor Alice (and she is often described as being either “poor” or “curious”) in tears over something that the adult reader finds comic. And “poor Alice” is on the verge of tears most of the time. When she rarely prepares to laugh, she is usually checked by the morbid, humorless types of creatures whom she encounters in Wonderland. Not even the smiling Cheshire-Cat is kind to her. Such a hostile breakdown of the ordinary world is never funny to the child, however comic it might appear to adults. But then Wonderland would not be so amusing to us except in terms of its sheer, unabated madness.
One of the central concerns of Alice is the subject of growing up — the anxieties and the mysteries of personal identity as one matures. When Alice finds her neck elongated, everything, in her words, becomes “queer”; again, she is uncertain who she is. As is the case with most children, Alice’s identity depends upon her control of her body. Until now, Alice’s life has been very structured; now her life shifts; it becomes fragmented until it ends with a nightmarish awakening. Throughout the novel, Alice is filled with unconscious feelings of morbidity, physical disgrace, unfairness, and bizarre feelings about bodily functions. Everywhere there is the absurd, unexplainable notion of death and the absolute meaninglessness of death and life.
Alice’s final triumph occurs when she outgrows nonsense. In response to the Queen’s cry at the Knave’s trial: “sentence first — verdict afterward,” Alice responds: “Stuff and nonsense! Who cares for you? You’re nothing but a pack of cards!” At last, Alice takes control of her life and her growth toward maturity by shattering and scattering the absurdity of the playing cards and the silly little creatures who are less rational than she is. In waking from her nightmare, she realizes that reason can oppose nonsense, and that it can — and did — win. And now that the dream of chaos is over, she can say, from her distance above-ground, “It was a curious dream,” but then she skips off thinking that — for a strange moment — what a wonderful dream it was.
Of all Lewis Carroll’s major works, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland has a unique standing in the category of whimsical, nonsense literature. Much has been written about how this novel contrasts with the vast amount of strict, extremely moralistic children’s literature. This is true; Alice is quite different from all other Victorian children’s literature. Yet, as odd as this story appears in relation to the other Victorian children’s stories, this short novel is odder still because it was written by an extremely upright, ultra-conservative man — in short, a quintessential Victorian gentleman.
Lewis Carroll was born Charles Lutwidge Dodgson on January 27, 1832, in the parsonage of Daresbury, Cheshire, England, the third child and eldest son of eleven children of Reverend Charles Dodgson and his wife, Francis Jane Lutwidge. The parents were descended from two ancient and distinguished North Country families. From the Dodgsons, the son inherited a very old tradition of service to the Church and a tradition that he belonged to one of the most respected lineages in England — for example, family legend has it that King James I actually “knighted” either a loin of beef or mutton at the table of Sir Richard Houghton, one of Carroll’s ancestors. This incident has been thought by some critics to have inspired the introductory lines in Through the Looking Glass, the sequel to Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, when the Red Queen introduces the leg of mutton to Alice: “Alice — Mutton: Mutton — Alice.”
For the sake of those who are curious about pen names and how authors choose one over another, “Lewis Carroll” is an interesting example. While teaching at Christ Church, Oxford, Charles Dodgson (Carroll) wrote comic literature and parodies for a humorous paper, The Train. The first of the several pieces submitted to The Train was signed “B. B.” It was so popular that the editor asked Dodgson to use a proper nom de plume; at first, Dodgson proposed “Dares,” after his birthplace, Daresbury. The editor thought that the name was too journalistic, so after struggling over a number of choices, Dodgson wrote to his editor and suggested a number of variations and anagrams, based on the letters of his actual name. “Lewis Carroll” was finally decided on, derived from a rearrangement of most of the letters in the name “Charles Lutwidge Dodgson.” Clearly, Carroll was fascinated with anagrams, and he will use them throughout Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland; his interest in anagrams also explains much about the writings in his later life, and his mathematical works. Concerning Carroll, one cannot safely exclude any influence, least of all hereditary ones, but a good case can be made for the formative effect of Carroll’s father on him. Those who knew Reverend Dodgson said that he was a pious and gloomy man, almost devoid of any sense of humor. Yet from his letters to his son, there is recorded evidence of a remarkablesense of fun. For example, in one letter to his son, he speaks of screaming in the middle of a street:
Iron-mongers-Iron-mongers — Six hundred men will rush out of their shops in a moment — fly, fly, in all screwdriver, & a ring, & if they are not brought directly, in forty seconds I will leave nothing but one small cat alive in the whole town of Leeds, & I shall only leave that because I shall not have time to kill it.
To a boy of eight, such correspondence from his father must have greatly heightened his later love for literary exaggeration; indeed, such fanciful letters may have been the genesis for Carroll’s so-called nonsense books.
As we noted, Reverend Dodgson was said to be an austere, puritanical, and authoritarian Victorian man; Lewis Carroll’s mother, however, was the essence of the Victorian “gentlewoman.” As described by her son, she was “one of the sweetest and gentlest women that had ever lived, whom to know was to love.” The childhood of Lewis Carroll was relatively pleasant, full of ideas and hobbies that contributed to his future creative works. His life at Daresbury was secluded, though, and his playmates were mostly his brothers and sisters. Class distinctions did not permit much socializing between children of the parsonage and the “lesser” parish children. Curiously, a number of the Dodgson children, including Carroll, stammered severely. More than one author has suggested that, at least in Carroll’s case, his stammer may have arisen from his parents’ attempts to correct his left-handedness. Isa Bowman, a childhood friend of Carroll’s, has said that whenever adults approached them on their walks, Carroll’s speech became extremely difficult to understand. Apparently, he panicked; his shyness and stammering always seemed worse when he was in the world of adults. This stammering made him into a bit of a “loner” and explains, somewhat, Carroll’s longtime fascination with puzzles and anagrams, solitary games to amuse himself. It was as though the long suppressed, left-handed self endured in the fanciful, literary adult Carroll — in contrast to the very stern adult librarian, mathematics lecturer, deacon, dormitory master, and curator of the dining hall. Carroll was, seemingly, the archetype of the left-handed man in a right-handed world, like his own White Knight in Through the Looking Glass (the sequel to Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland).
And now if ever by chance I put My fingers into glue Or madly squeeze a right-hand foot Into a left-hand shoe . . .
Carroll’s fondness for games, language puzzles, and the world of the bizarre is further demonstrated in his flair for amusing his brothers and sisters — especially his sisters, which explains, perhaps, his lifelong attraction for little girls. In fact, a great deal of Carroll’s childhood was spent taking care of his little sisters. At home, it was he who was in charge of these seven sisters, and his imagination was constantly being exercised in order to entertain them. In one of his fanciful story games that he invented, he imagined a sort of “railway game,” and as one of the rules of the game, at least three trains had to run over the passengers in order for the passengers to be attended to by physicians. Fortunately, though, rarely were Carroll’s amusements cruel, and when the family moved to the Croft Rectory, Yorkshire, where Carroll’s father assumed the Archdeaconry, Carroll wrote, directed, and performed light, gay plays, and he also manipulated puppets and marionettes for his family and friends.
In addition to the plays that Carroll wrote and the scripts that he composed for his puppet theater, he also wrote poems, stories, and humorous sketches for his own “magazines.” In his “Useful and Instructive Poetry” magazine, for example, a volume that was composed for a younger brother and a sister, he satirized a copybook of stern, dogmatic maxims (a typical Victorian children’s book), and in this poem, he alluded to his own handicap:
Learn well your grammar And never stammer.
Eat bread with butter; Once more, don’t stutter.
Other poems in the volume focus on the theme of fairy tales, an interest which played a large part in the creation of Alice. An early poem of Carroll’s, for instance, “My Fairy,” suggests the contrariness of the creatures that Alice will meet in Wonderland:
I have a fairy by my side Which cried; it said, “You must not weep. “If, full of mirth, I smile and grin, It says, “You must not laugh.” When once I wished to drink some gin, It said, “You must not quaff.”
Similarly, in another early poem, “A Tale of a Tail,” there is a drawing of a dog’s very long tail, suggestive of the very slender, increasingly smaller mouse’s tail in Alice, which coils across a single page in a sort of S-shape. Also, an early poem about someone falling off a wall anticipates Humpty Dumpty in Through the Looking Glass, and a “Morals” essay reminds one of the ridiculous conversations between the ugly Duchess and the evil Queen in Alice. It is difficult to ignore the writings of Carroll as a child in any analysis of his works, for in his childhood productions, we find conclusive evidence of early imitations, hints, allusions, suggestions, and actual elements of imaginary creatures, dreams, and visions that will appear in his later works.
Education
All his life, Carroll was a scholar; when he was not a student, he was a teacher, and until two years before his death, he was firmly imbedded in the life of Oxford University. Quite honestly, though, nothing very exciting ever happened in Carroll’s life, apart from a trip to the Continent, including Russia. His vacations were all local ones, to his sister’s home in Guildford, his aunt’s home in Hastings, and to Eastbourne, the Lake Country, and Wales. He did not begin his formal schooling until the age of twelve, when he enrolled in Richmond Grammar School, ten miles from the Croft Rectory, but he had already received a thorough background in literature from the family library. Yet it was mathematics — and not English literature — that interested Carroll most. When he was very young, for example, Carroll implored his father to explain logarithms to him, presumably because he had already mastered arithmetic, algebra, and even most of Euclidian geometry.
Carroll entered Rugby in 1846, but the sensitive young child found the all-boys environment highly unpleasant; the bullying abuse, the flogging, and the caning was a daily part of school life. Nonetheless, Carroll was, despite his three years of unhappiness there, an exceedingly studious boy, and he won many prizes for academic excellence.
Carroll matriculated at Christ Church, Oxford, in 1851, and remained there for forty-seven years. But, two days after entering Oxford, he received word of his mother’s death, something which deeply distressed him and seemed to have worsened his stammering. By all accounts, Carroll was not an outgoing student; with little money, and because of his stammer, his circle of friends always remained small. Yet in his academic work, he applied himself with the same energy and devotion that characterized his career at Rugby. He won scholarship prizes, honors in Classical exams, and also won a First Prize in Mathematics. His scholastic efforts were rewarded by a lifetime fellowship and a residency at Christ Church, so long as he remained unmarried and proceeded to take Holy Orders.
In 1854, the year Carroll took his B.A. degree, he began publishing poetry in the student magazines and in The Whitby Gazette. Carroll’s writings had already established him as both a superb raconteur and humorist at Oxford, and in 1854, he began to seriously teach himself how to express his thoughts in proper literary form; it was at that time that his writings began to show some of the whimsy and fantasy that are contained in the Alice books.
In 1857, Carroll took his M.A. degree and was made “Master of the House.” During those years, he immersed himself in literature, mathematics, and also in the London theater. He produced freelance humorous prose pieces and verses for various periodicals, explored theories of dual identities, wrote satires, published mathematical and symbolic logic texts, invented word games and puzzles, and took up photography, a hobby that would make him famous as one of the best Victorian photographers. In short, Carroll became a sort of lesser English equivalent of Leonardo da Vinci. He invented the Nyctograph, a device for writing in the dark, and he also invented a method of remote control self-photography. Helmut Gernshein, the author of Lewis Carroll: Photographer, calls Carroll’s photographic achievements “astonishing”; in his estimation, Carroll “must not only rank as a pioneer of British amateur photography, but I would also unhesitatingly acclaim him as the most outstanding photographer of children in the nineteenth century.”
Carroll’s Interest in Little Girls
In every study of Carroll’s life, one finds that Carroll had only the most formal encounters with mature women. There was seemingly no romantic interest in adult women. Some biographers have attributed this asexual interest to Carroll’s stammering and his self-conscious shyness about it. On the other hand, Carroll’s diaries and contemporary accounts about him are full of his encounters with children, nearly always with little girls. He obviously delighted in the company of little girls twelve years old and younger, and his diary records in great detail the aesthetic pleasure that he took in viewing “nice little children.” Carroll’s attractions for little girls were honorable and above reproach — at least we have, almost a century later, absolutely no evidence to the contrary.
Carroll’s interest in discovering new little girls for his photographic studio seems to have amounted to his discovering hundreds, perhaps thousands, of girls in his lifetime. And in nearly every recorded case, Carroll produced a masterpiece of character study. His photographs are filled with unusually sensitive and candid “personalities” of the subjects. They caught the essence of human beings; they were not merely stiff, embalmed-like “objects.” Occasionally, there is an extraordinary sense of straightforward eroticism — but it is straightforward; it is not murky or perverted. And in nearly every recorded case, Carroll had the full approbation of the child’s parents, and invariably his work was chaperoned, at least indirectly. Had there been any intimacies between Carroll and his young female subjects, it would long ago have been ferreted out by the multitude of Freudian-oriented literary critics.
Today, we can understand why, occasionally, certain people thought Carroll’s photographs to be erotic. Most people now, however, wouldn’t consider them to be. His photographs are alluring; they look as if they almost could speak. They all have a provocative quality about them. But, they are “safe,” and as we view them, they help us to understand Carroll’s interest in seeing children as his own personal, private, peculiar escape from mature sex.
Alice Liddell
In 1846, Carroll met Alice Liddell, the four-year-old daughter of Dean Henry George Liddell of Christ Church. Carroll had already established himself as a close friend of Alice’s elder sister and cousin. But it is Alice who figures most prominently in Carroll’s most famous creation, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland.
On July 4, 1852, Carroll and a friend, Rev. Robinson Duckworth, took the Liddell children, Lorina (13), Alice (10), and Edith (8) on a boat ride (a row boat) up the Isis River (the local name for the Thames River). As they made their way upstream, Carroll began telling a story about the underground adventures of a little girl named Alice. According to Duckworth, the story “was actually composed and spoken over my shoulder for the benefit of Alice Liddell, who was acting as ‘cox’ of our gig. I remember turning around and saying, ‘Dodgson, is this an extempore romance of yours?’ And he replied, ‘Yes, I’m inventing as we go along.'”
Upon disembarking, Alice asked Carroll to write out Alice’s adventures for her, and Carroll promised to do so by the following Christmas, but the work was not completed until February 10, 1863. By that time, Alice was eleven, and Carroll was no longer seeing her with the regularity that he used to. Now he had made a new friend, the famous ingénue Ellen Terry, who was nearly seventeen. His interest in Ellen Terry is the closest relationship that Carroll had with an adult woman, apart from his family, of course.
From an initial length of 18,000 words, Carroll’s manuscript expanded to 35,000 words, and the famous English illustrator John Tenniel read it and consented to draw illustrations for it. As Carroll searched for a publisher, he gave anxious thoughts to a perfect title. Various ones came to him: Alice’s Golden Hour, Alice’s Hour in Elf-land, Alice Among the Elves, Alice’s Doings in Elf-land, and Alice’s Adventures Under Ground. Finally, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland was chosen, and Macmillan, the publishers for Oxford University, agreed to publish the book on a commission basis.
Alice was an immediate critical success when it appeared in 1865. The Reader magazine called it “a glorious artistic treasure . . . a book to put on one’s shelf as an antidote to a fit of the blues.” The Pall Mall Gazette wrote that “this delightful little book is a children’s feast and a triumph of nonsense.” About 180,000 copies of Alice in various editions were sold in England during Carroll’s lifetime; by 1911, there were almost 700,000 copies in print. Since then, with the expiration of the original copyright in 1907, the book has been translated into every major language, and now it has become a perennial bestseller, ranking with the works of Shakespeare and the Bible in popular demand. In the words of the critic Derek Hudson: “The most remarkable thing about Alice is that, though it springs from the very heart of the Victorian period, it is timeless in its appeal. This is a characteristic that it shares with other classics — a small band — that have similarly conquered the world.”
I consider Alice in Wonderland to be a real treasure of literature—and relevant in a metaphorical way to Finnegan’s Wake by James Joyce, which is a favorite of mine—just for the puzzles and allusion to another dream-like existence. Finnegan’s Wake is far more complicated than Alice in Wonderland nearly to the point of being completely useless to the average person. Disney saved Alice in Wonderland by making it relevant as a cartoon—which would have been the only way to preserve such a story as the age of media has cheapened the mind of man by providing information so easily that few wish to think deeply about things any longer—being less prone to exploring the Rabbit Holes of existence—rather than the other way around. The question of the day—philosophically, which reality is the dream in our lives and which is the true reality—and this is my primary concern with this blog.
Most people accept that the words they hear coming from President Obama at a press conference, or a school board announcement for more tax money, or the tragedies on the nightly news reflect the reality of the living world—but I contend that it is far from the case. What we see are only marionettes to a stage play without a title anybody understands, and to learn the plot, title, and actual cast members you have to follow the strings down the Rabbit Hole to where reality actually exists. In this way most of society is already Alice—they are in the land of the Mad Hatter, the Queen of Hearts, or the Cheshire-Cat and the way to understand the bizarre behavior of Wonderland—the stage play we are all witnessing in “reality,” is to go down the Rabbit Hole to where quantum mechanics will reveal who holds the strings and ultimately the fate of mankind hidden behind the deceptions of reality.
But beware while traveling down that hole—it is a superhuman journey that requires courage, and a sane mind. While it may seem easy to get up out of your chair while watching a puppet show and gaze up at the puppeteers above the stage with their hands on the strings of the stage actors—it is not. It is one thing to notice that the strings extend beyond the reality of a stage play—it is another to confront those puppeteers on their terms and deal with them directly. For that—it will require every bit of cleverness, and intellectual aptitude that can be gathered—and for that—I have prepared a road map to guide the weary traveler inclined through the curiosity of Alice, to jump down the Rabbit Hole to the truth and to meet the horrors found there squarely, and with valor.
When traveling down this Rabbit Hole, be sure to stay sane, stay grounded, and maintain a relationship to those still stuck in the dream so not to get lost along the way—otherwise—you will never be able to help them down the Rabbit Hole when they are ready to travel. Because it’s only a matter of time before they will. Talk to them about sports, movies, books and other nonsensical trivia because all those things are part of the dream. And most of all beware of ultraterrestrials, they are devious creatures who are more a part of your life than you might wish to acknowledge. To learn more about them, read the Mothman Prophesies by John Keel. The strings of the puppet show extend into their hands—and they are not friends—but rival foes in a fight for the same resources in the long drama known as the human race. Ultraterrestrials have formed religions to serve their needs in a plot they wish to sell to their four-dimensional rivals—us—and they are withholding much of the truth to serve their own ends.
In the context of my lifelong interest in global mythology and comparative religion, I see all the news coming out about Star Wars as infinitely good in so many ways. When Harrison Ford was injured recently filming the new Star Wars Episode 7 movie, the world stopped as he was airlifted to the hospital in England. With all the news going on globally, terrorists taking over Iraq, Obama’s parade of scandals, election impact of new blood in the Republican Party, it was Harrison Ford’s injury which captured the headlines of virtually every news source. Some of that is deliberate misdirection, but a lot of it is genuine interest, and concern for a mythology which touches the heart of so many people. On the same day as this terrible news about Harrison Ford, who will bounce back from such things as he always does—came the latest news from Fantasy Flight Games popular X-Wing Miniatures game. For Father’s Day my wife hosted a big party for our family, which was wonderful. But much of the best parts of it were the weekend of playing X-Wing Miniatures with the people who came.
Every time I turn around starting about a year ago, Fantasy Flight Games has been improving their product line. What they are doing with X-Wing Miniatures is cutting edge stuff that is launching tabletop gaming into a whole new dimension. I’ve never seen anything like it. There have been for years great games like Warhammer, Dungeons and Dragons, and Magic the Gathering, but this effort with X-Wing Miniatures is game changing. As the new films hit the marketplace and return to the mind of society in general as part of their daily dialogue—which is already happening, this Fantasy Flight Games production of X-Wing Miniatures is about to explode. Mythologically speaking, I think FFG’s relatively new game is the best vehicle to express and maintain new mythological trends that exist. It is more powerful than novels, more relevant than the films themselves, and more participatory than video games. Playing the game does essentially what some of the highest minds in the world do at Esalan at the Mythological Roundtable sponsored by the Joseph Campbell Foundation. X-Wing Miniatures recreates myth and allows players to directly participate actively, as opposed to passively. They take control of their own mythology, which is what I think is the key to the success of the Fantasy Flight Games venture.
During Father’s Day my family played the game extensively, and as we played we talked heavily about the new ships coming out in Wave 4, in just a few weeks, and we discussed the very exciting news about Wave 5 set to hit the marketplace later this year—2014. The most exciting news of that announcement is the YT-2400 from the old video game Shadows of the Empire from Nintendo 64. That particular ship will go well with my Millennium Falcon to cause all kinds of trouble in a game that has become a mild obsession. Here is the press release from Fantasy Flight Games published as news poured out to the world the Harrison Ford would quickly recover from his injury.
Fantasy Flight Games is proud to announce the upcoming release of two new starships for X-Wing™!
In this, the game’s fifth wave, two large starships arrive ready for the heat of battle: the Rebellion’s YT-2400 and the Imperial’s VT-49 Decimator.
In addition to their starships, each of which is sculpted faithfully at the game’s standard 1/270 scale, the YT-2400 Freighter Expansion Pack and VT-49 Decimator Expansion Pack introduce a host of new upgrades and terrain pieces that allow you to explore a wide range of new tactics in your space battles.
You’ll also find a large cast of characters drawn from the expanded Star Wars universe, the first Imperial turret weapon, and upgrade cards designed by the game’s first two World Champions.
YT-2400 Freighter Expansion Pack
A fast and resilient light freighter, the YT-2400 features no fewer than thirteen weapon emplacement points, making it an attractive vessel for smugglers, mercenaries, and other individuals looking for a heavily armed “transport.” Although a stock YT-2400 light freighter has plenty of space for cargo, much of that space is often annexed to support modified weapon systems and oversized engines.
The YT-2400 Freighter Expansion Pack brings this formidable light freighter to your table as a Rebel starship with two attack, two agility, five hull, and five shields.
The highlight of the YT-2400 Freighter Expansion Pack is its detailed miniature starship, which is enhanced by one new mission, three debris cloud tokens, a maneuver dial, all requisite tokens, and four ship cards, including one for the famed smuggler Dash Rendar.
VT-49 Decimator Expansion Pack
To be granted command of a VT-49 Decimator is seen as a significant promotion for a middling officer of the Imperial Navy. A heavily armed transport, the VT-49 Decimator is one of the Empire’s most feared warships, often used to provide long-range reconnaissance or to deploy raiding parties past enemy forces.
The VT-49 Decimator Expansion Pack brings this intimidating Imperial gunboat to X-Wing as the game’s largest ship yet designed for Standard Play. Even at the game’s signature 1/270 scale, the expansion pack’s detailed miniature towers over its base and smaller starfighters.
In addition to its imposing, pre-painted miniature, the VT-49 Decimator Expansion Pack introduces four ship cards, three debris cloud tokens, a new mission, a maneuver dial, and all the tokens you need to fly your Decimator into the thick of combat. Finally, you’ll find thirteen upgrade cards, which introduce a variety of crew members like Mara Jade and Fleet Officer designed to help you fill out the Decimator’s three crew member slots.
X-Wing Miniatures as it stands today is one of the coolest games on the market. I have never seen something like it which has united my family the way it has—from young to old and all economic groups. Everyone who plays the game loves the game—even if they aren’t very good at it. I would say that is because of the strength of the mythological nature of it—it pulls players into a story which they control, and that is what separates it away from novels, movies, and video games. In those forums, participants simply unlock what someone else created, but with X-Wing Miniatures, Fantasy Flight Games simply provides the tool box–the players use the tools for their own stories.
In my personal story arc, I’m a YT guy in every way possible—and to get my hands on a YT-2400 that barrel rolls and has a turret that can equip a secondary weapon is extremely powerful. This will be the build that replaces the twin Falcons and with the meta game moving away from TIE swarms and toward the devastating aspects of Whisper who flies the upcoming Phantom Wave 4 ship shooting with 4 dice. The game is getting faster and more maneuverable. Rebel ships can’t just sit around with no agility waiting to get picked off. They will also have to be able to shoot every turn just to survive the weapons the Imperial players are throwing at them—and that is where the fun begins. Figuring out those types of problems and letting the mythology play out based on the thought of the players.
I think this game X-Wing Miniatures will replace Monopoly as the newest, hottest selling game that brings families to the kitchen table to play—because as the new films hit the market over the next 6 years, and the new Rebels television show on Disney XD gains in popularity, the innovation created by Fantasy Flight Games will have hit critical mass and the general population will find themselves every bit as addicted to the sheer joy that the game brings—only for them the learning curve will be steep. What started as a simple game with just a few ships has turned into a very complex web of tactical entertainment with a seemingly infinite combination of strategic options which can keep a mind occupied for years. But beyond that—there is a story to this game which has more power than Chess, all the ambition of a novel, and more edge of the seat excitement than a year’s worth of video games—and the new additions never stop coming—the most exciting for me yet is the YT-2400.
I have a long history of dealing with people who believe that they are the smartest people in the room—people who work very hard to be masters of a specific field of endeavor—no matter what it is. I have dealt with some of the worst people imaginable—from actual killers of men hired for the task so to suppress competition—and those who just believe that they are smarter than everyone else hiding their true intentions behind a veil of confident mastery over specific fields of endeavor. However, I have always had since the age of a very small child the unique ability to see through any level of bullshit into the soul of the perpetrator and know exactly what they are up to and why. Some might call it a gift from God—my unique skill which sets me aside from virtually everyone. Some people can run fast, some can calculate complicated mathematics without a calculator, some can read pages and pages of legal documentation and actually retain the knowledge—etc, but almost nobody who I’ve ever met had the ability to see into, and through people the way I do. Some might think it a curse—but I wouldn’t trade that ability for all the gold in the world and a life of ease and immortality on a paradise island with only pleasure in the forecast—I enjoy my ability that much.
So I started this blog as a way to address the crimes that I was seeing and challenge the premise that those same crimes were committed under—specifically by a class of people who sincerely believed they could get away with harming intellectually others while hiding their maliciousness behind a superior intellect. They can’t. To demonstrate my effectiveness, I have now written millions of words in this blog, virtually every article is over 1200 words each, and I’ve done it every day since 2010. It has changed the lives of many people for the better and shattered the once confident hiding places of those most vile in our society—who hope to perpetrate their ill will toward mankind in obscurity. They have tried every trick imaginable—but have failed utterly to shake me off their scent—which to me was never in question.
The good thing about the blog is that with all those words and the public forum of it—where anybody can answer my comments and pick holes in my theories, to date they have not been able to do so. They can certainly insult—but they cannot answer or refute my claims and they’ll never be able to—and they hate it. The proof is in the vast swath of articles I have produced in such a short time—relatively speaking. At this point in this blog’s history I could take all the books of Ayn Rand and Leo Tolstoy and combine them—and I have written more than they have specifically targeting the crimes of our modern age. I will certainly not proclaim that these works are as well edited—most of the articles are raw, and from the heart, the way a writer’s notes would be when formulating an idea for refinement—but that doesn’t take away the results which are enormous, and likely only rivaled over the entire Internet by a few outlets.
I mostly deal with excessively smart people who universally believe they are the smartest people around at any given time. It is my task to show them that they are not—so that their efforts do not become a detriment to an enterprise—but a contributor and this often causes resentment. This has been my task for four decades now, so I knew that by taking on the established thinking especially in regard to politics and education, what I was getting into. That is the history of this blog to this point. It has evolved away from the more specific task of identifying education industry crime—and has evolved more into a philosophic analysis of mythology and how it impacts the static patterns of the human race. Because it is within that phrase that my special gift shines most brightly—when I go into long tirades about Star Wars, or some new game, literary work, or musical effort, it is because I see the impact of those achievements well before the rest of society does. What I say today, will become the standard of thought approximately 15 years from now. I am so confident in my assertions that I write these things audaciously for free on the Internet for future testimony without revisionist deflection. People may not always understand why or what I’m doing, but if they did—they’d be the ones writing about them instead of me—but they aren’t, and they can’t.
Because they can’t, this leaves critics bitterly resentful, and constantly plotting and scheming so that they can return to the safety of their cloaked behavior within society. Most people from the perpetrators of injustice currently sitting in The White House to the local labor union leaders within the education industry spend large amounts of their time trying to stay hidden—and they despise anyone who can see what they are really about—so they plot, scheme, and manipulate any way possible to return to that status. But in regards to this blog, it makes it impossible for them. Readers here have taken my words and used them as tools to change behavior and flush out the pretentious thugs of their localities in much the same way and embolden their efforts at justice—which is all I want. But those motives still elude the most dastardly terrorists of the mind and within their circles of self-imposed exile have begun spreading reference to me in the following fashion:
“Our universe explained by the god Rich Hoffman”
On my blog I can see the site stats hour by hour of the kind of terms people use to find it online—and that phrase has been coming up more often by different origin IP addresses lately. This is an indication of the temperament of the critics out there and how they view this blog. It is unfathomable to them that any individual would attempt to declare that they unshakably know facts, and can see into their hearts unless those individuals were supernatural. So this is their new derogatory term used to confront the light which shines into their lives grudgingly preventing them from hiding in plain sight. We live in a time where information is easier to get than ever before in human history—yet people are expected to be dumber than at virtually any point since the dawn of man. People are expected to remain stupid so to prevent inquiry into the nature of crimes that those who think they are smarter than everyone else, wish to commit upon the innocent—and genuinely good-hearted.
Referring to me as a “god” in their context is not a compliment—but I take it that way—because it shows me more about them than they wish for me to see. At the start of this blog I knew I was challenging people who thought they were the smartest people in existence, and the shattering impact that they were not has often proven too much for them to handle—which serves them right. It is ultimately best for them to learn that they cannot use their intelligence for evil—but should utilize it for good, productive ends—and they’ll only do that if they are not allowed to hide behind an industry that does not question their merit for what it is.
A “God” is universally accepted as one who can see everything at all times—they are omnipotent. Does that accurately describe me? That is for me to know, and nobody else. But my enemies do see me that way—and that is because they have been unable to match my assertions which leaves them metaphorically stripped naked for all to witness—and the sight is not a pleasant one. But it is one that makes society and all endeavor better—which makes me sleep better at night knowing that I did the work that was required—and if some see that as the work of a “god” well—so be it. I may be a lot of things to a lot of people depending on the context—but one thing I am not is humble. Humbleness is a waste of time when the only goal of it is to make others feel better about their life decisions and ultimate fall from grace. And that is not a business I want to be a part of.
In regard to this movement of changing the name of the Washington Redskins NFL football team, the intention of the parties involved is not reverence of a conquered people, but an emphasis on progressive politics and all the garbage that comes with it. Native American guilt is used in the same way that other Civil Rights violations are exploited to advance social gains by progressive political advocates. Most of the time, the argument is a full proof slam–nobody would dare criticize a socially abused minority group—especially if the critic is in the majority—such as a “white male.” This leaves arguments one-sided and defenseless, which is the nature of the push to change the name of the Redskins to something else. The goal of the endeavor is not respect of the Indians who supposedly lived in North America happily and in accordance with nature before the “white men” came and destroyed their way of life. The goal is power over NFL owners and the public in general. This is a power attempted at the expense of the Native American Indian.
But for those who wish to propel the myth that the Native American had all the answers, they don’t know the history of those people. They don’t know that outside St. Louis was a gigantic “Indian” city of over 30,000 people who likely traded with the Mayans down the Mississippi, across the Gulf of Mexico and straight into Chichen Itza and their culture of human sacrifice. They don’t know that it is highly likely that many of the American Indian tribes—especially the Shawnee who settled Ohio out of Florida where always at war. The Shawnee couldn’t settle just north of Florida because the Cherokee fought them away driving them further. Once in Ohio, they settled just west of the Five Nations of the Iroquois and lived for a few hundred years in the manner that many believe was the way of life for all Indians since the start of time. But in all reality, it was a short time in human history and the Shawnee were long at war with their neighbors much the way the Mayans were constantly at war with neighboring factions. They were not a society living in peace. They were warriors.
Their culture of collectivism was not compatible with the settlers fleeing European statism so war ensued and the Indians lost. They were beaten and dominated by a culture inventing capitalism. They were fighting on equal terms of social evolution, and the Native Americans—who were largely stranded Chinese from various trading missions around the world by gigantic Junk ships circumnavigating the globe far before Christopher Columbus—were beaten by minds further developed creatively, financially, and socially. Indians were not superior to the American Frontiersman. They did not hold the key secrets to the universe, or have a special relationship to Mother Nature. They were hunters, gathers, and fighters, and they lost their fight against the “White Man.”
Even with the help of American culture to get financially on their feet, the Indian nations still resort to their collectivist tendencies, and are economically—poor for the most part. They still are happy to live in villages and avoid using their brains to create new industry, or even create great works of art—because they have allowed themselves to be conquered, even when their conquerors tried to help them. They like many of the poor living in the inner cities of America cannot shake their psychological tendency to live in village huts waiting to act under the direction of some chief. The reason the Indians lost to the American Frontiersman was because they rose and fell as a society based on collective effort as the Americans were individually motivated—and could not be conquered. If one group of frontiersman were scalped, raped and tied to trees as warnings to all who might follow with their innards used as ropes, more American settlers came behind them fearless and in pursuit of freedom. There was not tribal chief in America who decided not to be at war with the Shawnee, the Cherokee, the Iroquois or any other tribe so “White Men” never stopped coming forcing the Indians to yield, and yield and yield until they were all but destroyed.
To their credit, the Americans felt sorry for their conquered rivals and they named their schools and sports teams after the brave antics the Indians showed on the battlefield. If Americans were truly bad, they would have bragged about their conquests of a superior culture over an inferior one–over one culture who yielded to nature and one who sought to overcome it with the power of imagination. But they didn’t, they gave them reservations to live on because in a world dominated by private property ownership, the Indians did not have any money to own any land. So they were given reservations—just to be fair to them.
Over time, the American western tried to incorporate the Indian into American culture through mythological endeavor. And tensions eased between the former frontiersman and the Native American and if the progressives kept their noses out of the situation and did not attempt to exploit them, the American Indian might be more integrated into American society. They may invent new technology, new cars, or even new philosophy—but they haven’t. Instead, they have allowed their name to be exploited by progressives looking for political capital to attack all tenets of capitalism.
The reason for exploiting Indians, specifically in the case of the Washington Redskins is to force a name change of an NFL team and start a chain reaction of appeasement toward progressive causes. The plight of the Indian is the unfairness of American ownership of private property to supplant the open community nature of the Indians. The Indian is valued as superior by progressives because they did not understand the concept of private property, and revered nature with the highest regard—which of course is a dog whistle to liberals and their support of the Green Movement. But the Indian that progressives hold in such high regard, are fictional characters in that they were part of a Utopia in America that was destroyed by the self-greedy Frontiersman. That Utopia never existed, and the Native American Indian was war mongers and deeply in love with battle, which is why an NFL football team wanted their name to begin with. Nobody wants a football team to be named, the “Washington Pacifists,” or the “Liberals.” Nobody wants to play on a football team named after losers, lowlifes or characters of low valor. The NFL has done the memory of the Indian a favor by naming a team after their battlefield antics—instead of the progressive pacifism which ultimately allowed them to be conquered utterly, and completely.
If the Washington Redskins change their name and cave in to the progressive activists advocating such a thing, it will not stop there—but will unleash a floodgate of demands affecting nearly every college and high school in the country. And it won’t have anything to do with the Indian. Their time has come and gone in a flash. They were not Native American in the way that people think they were—instead they were a mix of many cultures—some nomads who crossed the Bering Straight, some where Chinese stranded in North America when giant ships traveled the world well before recorded history has acknowledged the ability, and some where immigrants from Central Mexico who traveled into North America up the Mississippi River and traded with Cahokia and broke away to start their Indian tribes. But they were not Native Americans living in North America from the start of existence with established cultures who owned the New World with a deep history. The American Indian was no more Native American than George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, or Simon Kenton. Daniel Boone had every right to settle the land of Kentucky into Illinois as Tecumseh did. In fact, Blue Jacket was a “White Man” who took up the Shawnee war against the frontiersman. The Indians were a mishmash of cultures that lost philosophically and technologically to a superior culture. Any attempt to highlight otherwise is an attempt to destroy that superior culture with guilt, and lackluster performance to stop the spread of capitalism throughout the world in favor of socialism—which is the standard of the progressive.
I am aware of the controversial nature of these assertions, yet history can confirm it. All anyone who wishes to dispute what I’ve written here need do is study Native American history prior to 1550 AD and they will see that the cultures that resided in North America were no better than any nomadic culture anywhere in the world and were just as primitive. They lost their war with the American Frontiersman fairly and have been remembered through the folklore of a capitalist culture. If not for football teams like the Washington Redskins, who would remember anything of the Indians—even if they were a failure? The NFL has made such memories household names which would otherwise never happen—which is an honor to a society that was a flash in the history of the world. But the Indian was never what the progressives paint them as—a Utopian society that should be followed, and honored with mimicry. That attempt is a falsehood and just another example of how progressives exploit minorities as a way to advance their agenda—even if it means they conduct themselves as complete liars.
If Obama wanted to quell suspicions that he is an Islamic insurgent sent to infiltrate The White House as a domestic terrorist, he certainly failed to contain his intentions with the release of the deserter Bowe Bergdahl prisoner swap for five Taliban Guantanamo prisoners. The story will come out with time, and it is without question that Bergdahl identified with his captors and will for a long time be a domestic threat. When the exchanges with the father prior to the desertion are considered, and the way the father behaved at a White House press conference addressing Allah with a smiling Obama looking on—there are serious questions that must be brought up—which are being universally ignored. This prisoner swap was not so much about releasing the last American POW from a long war, but something else—something more elusive. The first hints of it were the strange way that Obama led the mother Jani to the press conference, with his arm around her in an intimate way—not the customary open hand in the center of the back the way a man should treat a woman he is not familiar with. Instead, Obama’s hand was around her waist, just above her buttocks in a way a mating partner might handle a woman—which nonverbally speaks volumes as to what was happening.
Clearly Obama and his White House staff knew what they were doing. They saw the reports, they understood the situation for what it was, and they had talked about it with the parents based on the comfort level between Obama and Bergdahl’s parents. Obama technically should find the parents repulsive since they had homeschooled the American POW—if based on the way the administration went after the German homeschooling couple who sought protection in The United States from the German education system. Obama pursued deportation of the family personally. Yet here is another home school family where the father was speaking the native language of the Taliban and paying reverence to Allah with Obama handling the man’s wife as though she were a gift.
I knew a radical Muslim once who invited me to his home where he had a very beautiful wife. Even though I disagreed with this Muslim’s religious beliefs, he was a hard worker, and we had that in common—so he invited me to his home thankful for my appreciation of his efforts. I stopped by to let the guy know that I was willing meet him informally, mostly out of politeness. I thought it would be nice to stay for an hour or so to strengthen my relationship with him as he was a generally nice guy with far more positives than negatives. He on the other hand liked me a lot and made sure I knew it when he greeted me at the door. His wife showered us with food and courtesy for well over an hour as I spoke with the man. After a while, the man instructed me that he wanted to be brothers with me and suggested that I take his wife into their bedroom to seal the deal.
This of course was not something I was going to do, so I declined, which he was greatly insulted. It ruined his evening and put a strain on our relationship that lasted for the rest of the time that I knew him. I will never forget the look on his wife’s face when he offered her up, she gazed down, never making eye contact—perfectly in submission to her husband’s directions. I couldn’t help but notice the sadness on her face and blank emotion. She seemed relieved that I declined. However, many other mutual friends took him up on his offer which was made to all his friends who came to his home. Watching football games at the Muslim friend’s home was a popular activity and many co-workers did sleep with his wife who was offered out of friendship in the same way.
The point of the story of course is to reiterate that not all cultures view things the same way—and the whole world does not see women as objects of worship, but tokens of appreciation between friends. When I saw Obama handle the wife of Bob Bergdahl I saw a similar behavior—a man treating a woman the way a man might drive the car of another man out of friendship. That doesn’t mean that there was sex between Jani Bergdahl and the President. I’m sure the mother just wanted her son back. Her dedication is obvious from the website she maintained dedicated to his release. She didn’t care if Bowe was a deserter, an assassin, or a Muslim infiltrator—or even if he was just an aloof philosopher at odds with the world—she loved her son and would do anything to see him home.
Obama on the other hand and Bob Bergdahl seem to have a different understanding. If that were my wife being handled like that by the President, with his hand just around her waist with the last few fingers of his hand upon her ass, I would have interjected and broke it up for the obvious ownership which it represented. Handling a woman in such a way shows possession in the sexual game of human beings, and there is something to it not spoken about in the deal. The President obviously needed a way to repair his reputation after the VA scandal and thought that by giving the Bergdahl family what they wanted, it would improve moral among military veterans and help them forget about his mismanagement of their health care issues. Where the Bergdahl family is traumatically, they are likely to say yes to anything, and Jani let herself be handled however the President wished because he had the power to bring home her son. They were invited to the White House to make the announcement—which backfired because Bowe Bergdahl had been in captivity for so long mostly due to his own actions. Nobody in their right mind could justify rescuing him under the conditions for which he left, leaving him in political limbo—until Obama needed a public relations card to play—which he did. But Bowe Bergdahl was not sick and dying as Obama had stated—instead, he had other problems which will be embarrassing to the President.
Now out of captivity Bergdahl has asked to be addressed as Private First Class, according to sources, as he was promoted to sergeant while in captivity. “In his mind, he’s a Pfc,” an official with knowledge of Bergdahl’s current status told CNN Pentagon Correspondent Barbara Starr.
Bergdahl’s refusal to accept his new title is consistent with other updates on his status, none of which have offered any sort of timeline for him to return to the United States. Officials in Landstuhl, Germany, where Bergdahl is being treated say that he appears to be improving physically and is in stable condition; however, he is “not ready psychologically or emotionally” to return to the United States. He has told those with whom he interacts in the hospital that the Taliban kept him locked in a cage for extended periods of time.
This is strange behavior for a fugitive from Taliban custody, and it is likely that he is being kept in Germany to reduce the embarrassment of the situation when the American media gets a hold of the story. It is likely that Bergdahl was tortured and abused, but already had an inclination to Islamic faith and that the rough handling was intended to toughen him up as a potential insurgent. It looks as though these last few years were among friends in the Taliban—not enemies—and without question the White House knew the briefing reports—yet they released him anyway.
So purely from a conspiratorial point of view—for those who think that Obama is a Jihadist insurgent surgically implanted in American culture by radical terrorist to destroy North American imperialism, there is more ammunition now for their theories. Obama gained six Islamic radicals out of the deal, the five prisoners released from Guantanamo Bay and the one who converted as a deserter of the U.S. military raised by a father who told his boy to “follow your conscience.” In front of the world, Obama gained support for Islamic faith with a grieving father who did not throw stones at the captors of his son, but supported them. Obama showed his comfort of the situation by the way he handled the Bob’s wife—like a token of friendship between two men who wanted similar things. Because the Bowe Bergdahl case is so inflammatory, all other news topics have been pulled from the table, including the VA scandal—as planned, and it has positioned the Jihadist argument on center stage to be argued by different factions of civilized society. The little smile Obama gave during the speech by Bob Bergdahl comes from knowing that the Overton Window of radical acceptance of Muslim extremism has moved deeper into society. The terrorists won on all fronts, the war in Afghanistan, the release of the Guantanamo Bay prisoners, even the domestic terrorists seeking the complete destruction of American society. I saw during that interview a mother in Jani Bergdahl who like the wife of the Muslim friend, had relief on her face, and a yielding to the forces around her who are really in control of her fate.
I felt sorry for her. All the men in her life have let her down, leaving her only to yield to their power—which Obama was obviously happy to exploit. You can always tell. A man does not put a hand on another woman’s ass unless he is showing his possession of her. And that possession comes from controlling all the aspects of her life, which the President had gained in the deal which put more terrorists for the cause of Jihad into the world than there were the day before. That is the real story—of course the one that nobody wants to talk about.
As dire as things may seem socio-economically, politically, and philosophically, there are a number of truly wonderful developments which are taking mankind on a marvelous journey. My enthusiasm for the Star Wars space vessel, The Millennium Falcon is well chronicled, and one of the most obvious reasons for it is shown during the development of a brand new computer game called Space Engineers. A very clever player in that game during its development phase—as the game is not yet completed–has done in that computer realm what I have long thought will actually happen in the not so distant future. Space vehicles will no longer resemble the old shapes of the past created by stuffy German engineers from the World War II generation, but the ambitious children who grew up on the popular movie series Star Wars. For many years I have thought that the most practical ship design to carry travelers from some space port in Florida, or New York to say a Hilton on the Moon, then to a series of exotic space stations circling the Earth as luxurious resorts was a real Millennium Falcon. Once antigravity technology is mastered, there really isn’t any reason that such a design could not be implemented for such journeys. This is essentially what a player of the new game did; they built a Millennium Falcon in the game and actually made it so it could fly practically with a series of reactors and gyroscopes. The surface propulsion units are distributed the way they actually would be in order to fly through space—and actually solves some of the initial design concerns for future space travel. Have a look.
The new game is exciting to me because it is a prequel to what is coming for the human race. Once human minds behold such concepts, real life implementation is not far behind. Chris Lee is already building a full-sized Millennium Falcon in Nashville, Tennessee and private investors are moving into independent space travel presently eclipsing the efforts of governments over the years. It is not so outlandish any longer to behold that a real Millennium Falcon could be built and flown about in space. The new game Space Engineers allows for such things. It looks to be the new Minecraft, a game so popular that school teachers are often playing it during their class time in school from their laptops. Minecraft is not popular because the graphics are so pristine, but because the creativity the game allows encourages thought, and human beings in spite of the trends in the other direction which are mostly self-imposed destruction—love to think. In Space Engineers one of the most dominant early designs of ships which can fly are those from Star Wars. The mechanics in Space Engineers are like Lego blocks, only in a computer environment. This allows human beings to build virtually anything and everything they desire—much the way children do. Adults have the same yearnings, and it is not an accident that one of the first ships built-in Space Engineers is a Millennium Falcon, one that can be walked around in, and flown from one point to another. Other ships built have been some of the large capital ships fully rendered in scale which can actually be piloted.
From the game designer’s website a space engineer is a professional practitioner who uses scientific knowledge, mathematics, physics, astronomy, propulsion technology, materials science, structural analysis, manufacturing and ingenuity to solve practical problems in space.
Space engineers design materials, structures and systems while considering the limitations imposed by practicality, regulation, safety, ethicality and cost. Space engineers are grounded in applied sciences and their work in research and development is distinct from the basic research focus of space scientists.
Practical solutions:
engineering, construction and maintenance of space works: open-space stations, asteroid stations, space crafts of all sizes and utilization (civil and military), remote sensing technology, artificial gravity generators
asteroid mining (mostly near a construction site)
maintaining lines of transport and communications
industrial and scientific research, development and exploration
In war times, space engineering involves military engineering as well. Such tasks typically include construction and demolition tasks under combat conditions. Military engineers use practices and techniques of camouflage, reconnaissance, communication methods and enhancement of survival by other troops. They are also responsible for construction rigging, the use of explosives and carrying out demolitions, camouflage erection, battleship construction and design, field fortification construction, artillery outpost construction, obstacle clearance, obstacle construction, assault of fortifications, the use of assault ships in obstacle crossings, expedient space station construction, general construction, route reconnaissance, and communication installations. They are also responsible for logistics behind military tactics.
Space engineers are in a high demand, especially since the Second Space Race of 2029. They take pride in their ability to get the job done right—no matter how big, how complex or how remote.
The word “engineer” derives from the Latin root ingeniare (“to contrive, devise”) and ingenium (“cleverness”).
FEATURES
Game modes
– Creative – unlimited resources, instant building, no death – Survival – realistic management of resources and inventory capacity; manual building; death/respawn
Single-player – you are the sole space engineer
Multiplayer
– Creative and survival mode with your friends
– Cooperative and competitive
– Privacy customization: offline, private, friends only, public
– Max 16 players (this may increase in the future)
– Weapons on/off
– Copy-paste on/off
Scenarios
– Easy Start 1 – start on an asteroid platform with one large ship and two small ships
– Easy Start 2 – start in a green asteroid station with several large and small ships (large scene!)
– Lone Survivor – start on an abandoned asteroid platform with no ships
– Crashed Red Ship – your mother ship just crashed…
– Two Platforms – competitive two-team multi-player world
– Asteroids – start in a rescue ship with very limited resources
– Empty World – no asteroids, no ships; suitable for creative mode
Dedicated servers – allow players to connect to a third-party host, rather than using a player-host, in a peer-to-peer set-up. The result is a faster connection and a more fluent multiplayer performance with less lag
Ships (small and large) – build and pilot them
Space stations
First-person & Third-person
Drilling / harvesting
Manual building in survival mode – use welder to assemble blocks from components; use grinder to disassemble and reuse components
Deformable and destructible objects – real proportions, mass, storage capacity, integrity
Building blocks – light armor (cube, slope, corner), heavy armor, interior wall, interior light, small cockpit, large cockpit, cargo container(s), drill, ore detector, gravity generator, nuclear reactor, thruster, gyroscope, assembler, medical room, magnetic landing gears, spotlight, catwalk, cover wall, stairs, ramp, window(s), pillar, decoy, wheels, automated turrets, weapons, artificial mass, conveyor, collector, connector, merge block
Magnetic landing gears – attach your ship to a surface (another ship or asteroid)
Electricity – all blocks in a grid are wired in an electrical and computer network; electricity is generated by nuclear reactors
Gravity – produced by gravity generators
Rotors – create rotating objects
Refinery – process harvested ore to ingots
Assembler – manufacture components from ingots
Symmetry/Mirroring – useful in creative mode when building structures that require symmetry
Weapons – automatic rifle, small and large explosive warheads, small ship gatling gun, small ship missile launcher
Large weapons – missile launcher (for large ships)
Solar panels – produce energy depending on the amount of light that they catch from the sun
World management – generate new worlds, “save as” to multiple copies, auto-save every 5 minutes (can be turned on/off), edit world settings
32-bit & 64-bit – 64-bit version expands the amount of objects, ships and asteroids (almost unlimited)
Steam Workshop – share your creations with the Community (upload and download worlds)
Modding – world files, shaders, textures, 3D models
Custom colors for blocks – Customize your creations by using any color you like
Cargo ships – auto-piloted vessels (miners, freighters and military) that carry ore, ingots, constructions components and other materials from sector to sector. They can be looted but beware, they often contain booby traps!
Environmental hazards – protect your character and your creations from meteor storms (Safe, Normal, Cataclysm, Armageddon)
Conveyor, Collector, Connector (IMPORTANT: this is a first work-in-progress version and a realistic version will be added later) – Conveyors move items from inventory to inventory. Collectors can collect small objects (ore, ingots, components, tools) into inventory. Connectors can throw items from inventory to space (in future update could be used to connect two ships/stations and transfer items). Gameplay note: Explanation of pull & push principles in conveyor system
Artificial mass – can be used to add gravity-affected mass to ships, useful in machine ships or cars
Wheels – use them with rotors and artificial mass to build vehicles
Automated turrets – gatling, missile and interior. Turrets are used mostly as defense mechanism rather than shooting other players. They aim on decoys (automatically by default), meteorites, missiles or all moving objects (eg. small/large ships) – targeting can be changed in the control panel
Large/small ship grinder and welder – assemble and disassemble blocks faster and in larger amount
Now, what can be better than all of that! What’s best is the game is designed to be step over between the science past and the science future. It is a new generation of massive online gaming that is intelligently based, and it is certain that current players will be tomorrow’s actual Space Engineers—who will realistically design these kinds of things in the next couple of decades. It would not surprise me to find that in the not too distant future, I will be able to build a real Millennium Falcon and actually fly it around from colonies on Mars, to the Moon and anywhere else human beings settle in space within the next 100 years.
Imagination is taking us to that space destination. Education systems have not kept up and have outdated themselves to inventions like this latest remarkable game. Humans are naturally inclined to the kind of creativity they can experience in these types of games, and are quickly outgrowing the terrestrial limits of earth and its small-minded politics. Seeing The Millennium Falcon flying around in Space Engineers is the first indication of what the future will look like as today’s game players invent a reality to play out the images painted across their minds born of creativity. The origin of much of this creativity will be the familiar Millennium Falcon as millions share with me the desire to actually walk around and fly the real thing first introduced to their imaginations in the Star Wars saga. Space Engineers is an exciting game, and is a step into a future that is much more ambitious than anyone previously thought. It is a window into a future that will not be rooted in the limitations of oppression driven by ignorance, but the unknowable extension of the human imagination and what it can build if restrictions are removed.
A comment I received recently by a frequent reader regarding the latest threat by the Mason Education Association deserves its own mention—because it cuts to the heart of the issue regarding modern public education. I can’t say that it was always this bad—there was a time when public education was something to be proud of—but the government has ruined it utterly and unequivocally. It is a disgrace to everything that is American—ruined by labor unions and their greedy love of European culture. What the MEA and the public relation hounds whoring themselves for the swine threatening to strike in Mason during a summer off from any concern of work are simply attempting to put lipstick on a pig. No matter how anyone ties to shine up the labor union greed and sheer audacity uttered by the sloths of liberal thinking—that is modern education—it is still a big rolling in its own feces attempting to live off the efforts of our children toward ends born in the mind of the destitute poverty-stricken fool—Karl Marx.
There is nothing righteous about the lack of valor taught in public schools. There is nothing beneficial in teaching children the communist notion of sharing when it robs them of ambition. There is nothing wonderful in teaching sex education when it robs children of the value of romance. There is nothing good whatsoever in teaching children math if they can’t apply it to balancing their check book. There is nothing good about teaching history if the lessons are ignored and picked apart only to feed a liberal agenda. Yet this is what we as tax payers are paying for. This is what the Mason teachers of southern Ohio are threatening to take away with their work stoppage while their fat, pretentious asses sit on a couch and rot as people like pumpkins left on a porch 90 days after Halloween—forgotten by the owners, neglected in favor of Christmas and the harsh cold of cleaning up the mess outside the warmth of their homes preventing action. Nobody cares about them, nobody wants them, and nobody likes them—except the same lard-assed despots who support school levies hoping to save 50% on their child care services. It costs levy supporters far less to pay $6000 per year in taxes than a baby sitter or private caretaker will charge to watch their children while they build their lives around their careers. What it ultimately comes down to is that the typical levy supporter, and the members of the MEA, and every education association under the Ohio Education Association are too lazy and thoughtless to actually teach anything useful—yet they want to be paid a king’s ransom to instruct American youth to be soft minded slugs and useless caretakers of tomorrow’s problems.
Every labor union—especially those connected to government—like the teaching profession is—are simply lipstick on a pig born in Germany where the concept of socialism was created and exported to the rest of the world. Every labor union is connected to the “Worker’s Movement” as conceived by Karl Marx himself and cares not anything for the minds of children, but is strategically positioning themselves to attack the concept of private property in all capitalist countries. Once the lipstick is wiped off the swine what one finds underneath is a feces covered pig trying to disguise itself as something more worthy of life than a trip to the slaughterhouse.
The labor union confiscation of the American education industry is the single most direct attack on America that there is. It pales the attack on Pearl Harbor, or the destruction of the World Trade Center on 9/11. It is not Islamic driven terrorism, home-grown government dissidents, or crazed lunatics driven by political hatred that most threaten America. it is the deliberate destruction of our children through public education by radical zealots of socialism and liberalism in general who wish to undermine everything The United States was built upon by corrupting the youth off extracted taxation from its property values killing two birds with one stone. Public education is not free—it’s only free for those who own no property. And the value of it is useless because what the teachers of the MEA are instructing are the wrong kinds of things kids should be learning. Public education needs to be completely reinvented because its current form is utterly useless to a capitalist society.
The nightly news likes pigs in lipstick because they think it’s cute—the way a little girl might dress up a dog, or put a dress on an animal meant to be dinner. It’s a game to them that fills air time—but they ignore the impact that the game places on American youth. Most adults who enjoy the experience of public education think back to their proms, to the football games, to the social events born of public education and they mindlessly support the whole endeavor because of a few fun experiences. They do so out of reverence for the show conducted by the pigs in lipstick. They ignore the slop house where the pigs reside or the contemplation of their inevitable futures ground into bacon to be served for breakfast—they just enjoy the show of pigs in lipstick dancing on a stage of their design.
But it’s not funny or cute when the minds of young people are robed, and the economy of America is attacked, and political leaders ride the back of this social mechanism to stay in power—write more laws, and do even more damage—all at the expense of children’s futures. Public education is the single most dangerous attribute of modern society—it is far more dangerous than any notion of global warming, or international terror, of domestic school shootings, of any civil rights issue—because public schools touch the lives of virtually every human being in a country—especially America. Their children are legally obligated to attend public school, and property owners pay the bill off an inflated value driven by a dollar value propped up by quantitative easing. The property values for homes is not high because of their intrinsic value, but because for the taxes to be extracted there has to be value provided and that value must be artificially inflated so that the expectations of increased costs can be met. The end game is financial collapse and the minds who must deal with that financial collapse are being taught in the public schools that two men kissing each other has more value than balancing a check book, or learning how to weld two sheets of metal together. Kids are taught useless progressive propaganda and left unarmed to deal with the real problems caused by the pigs in lipstick.
There is no way to save public education so long as labor unions are involved. They are the pigs in lipstick using makeup to cover up their ugly swine-like tendencies. Public education for a time, before labor unions came into power was a noble ideal, and it worked alright during the early stages of labor union control until the Department of Education centralized education in league through the Department of Labor with the labor union desire to expand the government work force through tax backed employment rooted in communism. To protect itself from critical analysis, labor unions and their supporters dress in lipstick hoping to seduce away scrutiny of their real intentions which are anti-capitalist and anti-economic strength. The very concept is rooted in failure and cannot be saved because the illusion is only makeup skin deep. What is at the core of public education is rotten and devastating to any culture implementing it—and must be abandoned if there is any hope of saving one child, let alone millions.
This is why the teachers of the MEA are pigs in lipstick and all their supporters enemies of the our nation. Where is that GM parts plant now from the strike in 2o07? Gone, just like public education is headed funded off tax money and liberal instruction.
I probably think of General Patton at least once every day of my life since I saw the movie about him when I was a very little boy. In the film when Patton was under strife by aircraft instead of taking cover like everyone else, he ran out into the street and poured his revolver into the planes as they flew by staring down the bullets as they hit around his feet without flinching an iota. Later, during 90’s while watching the historically accurate Young Indiana Jones Chronicles on ABC television I learned of a much younger Patton who was hunting down Pancho Villa on the Mexican border and challenged some of his men there to an old-fashioned duel. That clip is seen below. In the 80’s I was working at the restaurant ran by the Chinese mob out of Chicago and froze when I saw on the bar television the broadcast movie called The Last Days of Patton done once again by George C. Scott. I clocked out and the owner let me sit down at the bar next to two former Bengal players—Isaac Curtis and Gary Burly to watch the show—which floored me, because it seemed like such a bad end to such a glorious life that George Patton had. I never forgot it—in many ways Patton shaped my view of politics, military life in general, and the role mankind plays in the fate of its own history. I promised myself never to be stuck in the same situations that Patton found himself in—so have approached my own life much differently. But there is not a day where I don’t think of George Patton at least once.
Much to my delight the History Channel put on a miniseries after Memorial Day 2014 which captured the back story of the most important men from World War II and how World War I shaped their lives—and of course Patton was heavily featured which is why I watched the show. Much of the history shown in the program I already knew, but it was so wonderfully done that the context to the presentation was quite extraordinary. It was a stunning series done excessively well by The History Channel. And while I enjoyed the fresh perspective on George Patton, the rise of Adolf Hitler, the context of Mussolini—the newspaper man who wanted to rule the world—the wisdom of Churchill it was the sequences about Lenin and Stalin which hit me the hardest. Here is the press release material on the program. If you get a chance to catch the show—do so.
An assassination in Sarajevo sparks a global war. For the next 30 years, deadly fighting rages across Europe, Africa, China and the Pacific.
Hitler. Churchill. De Gaulle. MacArthur. Patton. Stalin. Mussolini. We know them as legends. But they first learn what it will take to rise to greatness as young soldiers, fighting for their lives on the frontlines.
This is the story of a generation of men who come of age in the trenches of World War I, only to become the leaders of World War II. The lessons they learn on the frontlines shape them as they rise to power—and haunt them as the deadly fighting breaks out again. Some become heroes, forged in courage under fire. Others emerge as the most infamous villains the world has ever seen.
Theirs is one story—the story of a 30-year global struggle. A fight that will either save the world—or destroy it.
Narrated by two-time Oscar nominee Jeremy Renner (The Hurt Locker, The Town), this three-night event series featured gripping dramatic scenes, stunning CGI visuals and interviews with contemporary leaders, including John McCain, Colin Powell, John Major and David Miliband, along with noted historians from around the world. The World Wars is a mini-series event that takes viewers on an epic and groundbreaking ride through the bloodiest century in history.
I knew that Lenin was in exile from Russia in Germany and that he had returned to Petrograd to ignite the Communist Revolution—but I didn’t have the context of the role the German government played in the expansion of that diabolical scheme which still haunts the world as the most devastating aspect of the 20th Century. The Germans sent Lenin back to Russia on a train with $10 million dollars and the philosophy of Karl Marx not to spread communism to the rest of the world for the benefits of mankind—but to destroy Russia so that Germany would not have to fight the war on two fronts. It worked—obviously The Communist Revolution in Petrograd has been covered by me extensively on these pages—but what I learned from the new History Channel documentary is that Germany intended to use Marxism to destroy Russia—not help it.
Later when Hitler would rise to power as well, it was socialism—a softer version of communism that he used to advance his position against the Allied powers which had crippled the German government into poverty after the Treaty of Versailles which has also been covered by me extensively. I have so many articles on this topic I wouldn’t even know which one to link to properly. What the History Channel documentary did so well was pull back far enough on the characters without emotion and tell their story correctly—and clearly in the early stages of Hitler’s rise—was a combination of two German philosophers, Karl Marx, and Friedrich Nietzsche. One of them I despise, one of them I love—and Hitler got them both wrong just bad enough to nearly destroy the world. It quickly became quite clear that the Germans were vastly responsible for the creation of communism and played a major role on the defamation of the human race which persists to this day.
I am of German decent. Cincinnati was built essentially by Germans. The beer which established Cincinnati as a city came straight from Munich and was adored all over the nation. Yet some of the worst clashes I have had—business wise—have been against old German money in Cincinnati where my reverence for good ol’ Patton takes precedence over my German heritage. The Germans make great engineers, great philosophers, and a great productive society—but they are essentially collectivists whom I have grown to despise—first from my business experience—then from my knowledge of their history. And it gives me great satisfaction to know that Patton overwhelmed the German troops and caused the acquisition of Berlin ending both World Wars.
So many bad things have come out of Germany, specifically communism. For that alone, they deserve responsibility for one of history’s greatest follies. It is the modern Germans who still function under socialism and carry the rest of the European Union financially. It is because the Germans as so good at technical feats that they have managed to have a robust economy as socialists playing around in small ways with capitalism in the manner only collectivists can do. It is because of their collectivist nature that Hitler rose to power, and that Russia was destroyed as a rival in World War I. But in the end, Patton beat them twice—with a little help—but with the same gusto shown on a dusty street at the border with Mexico hunting down Pancho Villa. It is the Americans who function from bravery and the rest of the world through collective effort—and the two are radically different and can never be reconciled. These differences are on full display on the History Channel’s miniseries The World Wars. Watch it if you have not already.
What wins is Patton. What loses is Germany. It is better to face down a bullet than to hide from it, and when it comes to communism—it has to be stared down and dealt with directly. Not hidden from behind a barricade of cardboard capitalism. It has to be met the way Patton met things—head on, and with bravery—which is why I love that guy so incredibly much to this very day.
It is an unpopular position to state that the American education system is disgraceful, and that the labor unions are destroying the minds of American youth. My position against public education has caused many uncomfortable engagements with people who obviously do not know the facts, or are willingly ignoring them. I have associated with entertainment professionals, science foundations, business leaders, and just casual everyday people and due to my positions, they are not sure whether they like me, or hate me. Yet I am unconcerned by these appraisals, because to my eyes, the worst thing any society can do is destroy the mind of young people. In the 1930’s the United States had the best school system in the world. Now we are ranked at 32 – below Cyprus. More money thrown at teacher unions has not helped American schools. The curriculum taught in these schools have destroyed them and the kids in attendance. The situation has become notably worse in just the few years I have spent covering these issues and making my disapproval so vocal. I know that sooner rather than later, my opinions about public education will be mainstream—so any current resistance to my evaluation will dissolve with time.
Honestly, I can’t think of a more pleasurable event than watching the minds of children coming on. Our society puts a lot of effort into these young people from ages 3 to 5, and it is wonderful to see children learning to talk and interact with the world in a completely open manner—not fearful of failing, no resistance to adventure—just open books looking or good material to imprint upon their brains. Conversely, the saddest is when those minds are turned off. Some of the saddest moments of my life were not the death of loved ones, or the occasional tragedies that happen, but in watching people I have known deliberately turn off their minds through intoxication or deliberate stupidity. A room full of college kids getting “high” in a small fraternity room at Miami University, a passed out girl nude and gang raped by everyone at a party covered with beer, spit and semen, or a former reading advocate who gave up books for cocaine and found themselves a twisted mess within months of making the perilous decision are examples of what I consider the worst examples of human detriment. The young girl I am thinking of saddened me because I thought at the time that once not that long ago she was somebody’s pride and joy. She was a wide-eyed child figuring out that circles and squares were different and she was learning how to string together words to make sentences. The world was alive with adventure and thought and within a decade of that behavior she was robbed of her dignity and abused by others in the same state to be forever tarnished and lowered in her own mind never again to reach for the stars of opportunity. After a few of these events, the young mind always reaches for less, and less until they are unhappy grey hairs on a collision course with their own death only to live fruitless, uneventful lives as a malcontent. Those paths to destruction begin young, and are planted in their minds at public schools—and for that reason—I hate those places.
Children before they attend public schools are alive and curious. After they are numbed and destroyed. By the grades of 3 to 5, most children are so turned off to the world they no longer function properly. By the grade of 6 to 8, children are pulled nearly exclusively into the didactic world of puberty—the public schools are not palaces of adventure and learning—but of sexual pursuits or the option of it through peer group development. Peer groups form and sexual pairings occur along the lines of those boundaries. The appeal of gang raping an intoxicated female once grades 9 through 12 are reached are that alcohol and drugs break down those peer boundaries and inter-pollination of sexual advancement can take place through thoughtless exchange. By the time these tarnished youth arrive in college, the peer groups further devolve into complete social neurosis paving the way for democratic unity. With peer groups stripped away, these minds are now ready to accept their role in the “middleclass” under of course the political upper-class who makes the law and substitutes the teacher role as an object of authority. Once jobs are obtained, and children are born, the public educated victim becomes more “conservative” and may even vote for a Republican. This they hope gives them redeeming value for all the mistakes they made in their past. Two decades later, they are in physical decline and willing to yield to the youth of the next generation not departing wisdom but in worshipping them with a lust not felt in 40 years. Regret fills their minds, corrupts their hearts, and destroys their families. By the time they are in a coffin and visitors come to see their vacant bodies, there are a few good things that are remembered by those left behind, but mostly it is sadness. The sadness is not in missing the person who has died, but in all the potential they had, which was not developed, or lost during their lives by thinking wrongly about things. This pattern of living is getting worse, and is the fault of our public education system.
To measure just how bad the situation is the below statistics come from a friend of mine who used to be a school board member. The information she provides is startlingly illuminating as to the real contents of the public education problem. Public schools are not teaching children, they are simply performing a scam selling an elixir—a cure all to life’s problems—but once consumed the student discovers there is nothing there. I am willing to call the situation what it is—after the scam that it is because of the way it is destroying minds and sending young people into lives of unhappy adulthood where the magic of youth has been destroyed. The confirmation of such an assertion can be seen in the college readiness scores shown below of a number of area schools. More information can be found at my friend’s site linked below.
The college readiness statistic is based on a score of 100%. That means 100% of the senior students in a school took the test and 100% passed the test. Every student had to take and pass at least one AP class. Few schools reach the 100% mark. The math and reading scores are based on the number of seniors that took and the number that passed the Ohio State Exit exam. Listed below are some examples of the scores.
WALNUT HILLS – Rank: Ohio 1 National 77 College Readiness Score 81.3
College Readiness: 92% tested 78% passed
Math – 100% proficient 0% not proficient scored at 4.8
Reading – 100% proficient 0% not proficient scored at 4.4
WYOMING – Rank: Ohio 2 National 110 College Readiness Score 74.4
College Readiness: 83% tested 71% passed
Math – 98% proficient 2% not proficient scored at 4.6
Reading – 97% proficient 3% not proficient scored at 4.4
SYCAMORE H. S. – Rank: Ohio 23 National 514 College Readiness 46.6
College Readiness: 51% tested 45% passed
Math – 96% proficient 4% not proficient scored at 4.5
Reading – 97% proficient 3% not proficient scored at 4.3
KINGS – Rank: Ohio 31 National 666 College Readiness 42.2
College Readiness: 52% tested 39% passed
Math – 94% proficient 6% not proficient scored at 4.2
Reading – 94% proficient 6% not proficient scored at 3.9
MILFORD – Rank: Ohio 32 National 707 College Readiness 41.4
College Readiness: 54% tested 37% passed
Math – 91% proficient 9% not proficient scored at 4.2
Reading – 94% proficient 6% not proficient scored at 3.9
MASON H. S. – Rank: Ohio 34 National 720 College Readiness 40.9
College Readiness: 44% tested 40% passed
Math – 96% proficient 4% not proficient scored at 4.6
Reading – 97% proficient 3% not proficient scored at 4.2
LAKOTA EAST – Rank: Ohio 36 National 750 College Readiness 40.4
College Readiness: 44% tested 39% passed
Math – 96% proficient 4% not proficient scored at 4.4
Reading – 97% proficient 3% not proficient scored at 4.1
LOVELAND – Rank: Ohio 43 National 955 College Readiness 35.7
College Readiness: 42% tested 34% passed
Math – 94% proficient 6% not proficient scored at 4.3
Reading – 96% proficient 4% not proficient scored at 4.1
LEBANON – Rank: Ohio 51 National 1119 College Readiness 32.6
College Readiness: 41% tested 30% passed (approximately 60 students)
Math – 92% proficient 8% not proficient scored at 4.1
Reading – 94% proficient 6% not proficient scored at 3.9 (near OH Average)
LAKOTA WEST – Rank: Ohio 53 National 1178 College Readiness 31.3
College Readiness: 34% tested 31% passed
Math – 96% proficient 4% not proficient scored at 4.4
Reading – 95% proficient 5% not proficient Scored at 4.1 (above OH average)
CENTERVILLE – Rank: Ohio 70 National 1436 College Readiness 27.0
College Readiness: 32% tested 25% passed
Math – 94% proficient 6% not proficient scored at 4.4 (above OH average)
Reading – 96% proficient 4% not proficient scored at 4.2 (above OH average)
SPRINGBORO – Rank: Ohio 84 National 1629 College Readiness 23.5
College Readiness: 29% tested 22% passed
Math – 97% proficient 3% not proficient scored at 4.5 (above OH average)
Reading – 98% proficient 2% not proficient scored at 4.1 (above OH average)
MONROE – Rank: Ohio 93 National 1698 College Readiness 22.5
College Readiness: 38% tested 17% passed
Math – 89% proficient 11% not proficient scored at 4.0 (near OH average)
Reading – 96% proficient 4% not proficient scored at 3.8 (above OH average)
VALLEY H. S.(297 students) Not ranked College Readiness 18.3
College Readiness: 30% tested 14% passed
Math – 92% proficient 8% not proficient scored at 4.2 (above OH average)
Reading – 90% proficient 10% not proficient scored at 3.7 (near OH average)
The reason I am going to all this effort to post these scores is so that a valid comparison can be made. Note that Walnut Hills has a college readiness score of 81.3 and that 92% of their senior class took the test. Compare that to Lebanon where only 41% were tested and 30% of those passed the test. If you calculate that out you will find that only 60 AP students passed the test. That is 60 out of approximately 500 students.
The test is pure propaganda meant to disguise what is really going on, and the schools and law makers are all openly participating in the deception. The entire purpose of the test is not to ensure that children are learning, but to keep the money flowing into their incompetent jobs of the labor union employees and tax funded colleges. It is a scam designed to feed off the minds of people only to discard them like dirty laundry in search of the next victim. Ultimately once children learn to read, and think and they see what is really going on, they take on a kind of prison inmate position to the school experience and they make their moves to survive in that culture. They pair up with a peer group to protect them and hope to get out alive. This starts them on a life of bad decisions that lead one into another for the rest of their lives and is caused by the public education experience.
I feel very passionate about those houses of horror. I despise them more now than ever—because I know that the testing, and school scoring have no basis in reality, but are designed with one intention in mind—to convince tax payers to continue funding the insane behavior. They are lies because the real statistic is that Cyprus is now ahead of The United States in educational aptitude. To truly understand how bad the situation really is read the below report, which refers to a 1983 document titled A Nation At Risk. The situation is dire! And remember this; the Department of Education was formed in 1979. The 1983 report was only 4 years into the DOE existence. We are now three decades of destruction into its incompetency now.
So I offer no apologies to the insanity that is public education. It is a failure and should be massively defunded—abandoned, and rebuilt around competitive models. The labor unions should be outlawed, and the curriculum must be totally overhauled. It is the number one problem facing the modern United States because public education is breeding stupidity—not saving the world from it. And for that, I have strong feelings that are quite rational—if the facts are understood in context.
