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Fire Fighting Murderer Made $130,000 Per Year: Sixteen others placed on paid leave having sex on firetrucks

So what happens when you give a worthless slug a $130,000 salary to sit around the firehouse bored out of his mind protected by a labor union and encouraged by mediocrity to do as little as possible? You get sixteen California firefighters placed on paid leave for having sex with prostitutes on top of their fire trucks and the death of a prostitute turned seductress girlfriend by a brutal stabbing and strangling which lead to a massive manhunt. Yet when the California Highway Patrol was asked to find evidence of a video tape to prove the misconduct which existed according to the ex-wife of the alleged murderer Orville Fleming, they came up empty. Imagine that? The state labor unions circled the wagons to protect their members and clear them of any wrong doing. Orville himself would have been cleared as well had he not been terminated from his job because he failed to show up for five days after the stabbing and murder of his 26-year-old girlfriend Sarah June Douglas.

Sarah had been a moderately priced escort service girl who had been spending a lot of time at the firehouse entertaining the bored fire department officials working there. Just two years prior there were several news reports of increases in fire fighting incidents around the Sacramento area where this murder took place blaming the defunding of the fire department due to budget cuts. Yet here was a mustache bearing battalion chief who made $130,000 per year off the taxpayers willing to bring in Sarah as a pass-around while he watched sixteen other fire department saplings have their way with her—then he showed the really poor misjudgment of falling in love with her, leaving his wife, letting Douglas move in when she was 30 years his junior. Then he was surprised when the relationship didn’t work out?

In her last moments of life Douglas was on the phone with her sister complaining that Orville had left the gas on in the home they were sharing accusing him of trying to kill her pet birds. Then like a maniacal lunatic, Orville broke into the conversation from the background surprising Douglas, hanging up the phone while she had been talking and proceeded to stab the young girl to death so violently that her blood splattered on the walls and drowned her sheets with life essence. Then to top it off, he strangled her with a bed sheet. Talk about really poor judgment—where does anybody start with that one?

http://www.foxnews.com/us/2014/12/30/16-california-firefighters-on-leave-after-sex-tape-inquiry/

 

http://www.foxnews.com/us/2014/12/30/16-california-firefighters-on-leave-after-sex-tape-inquiry/

But this is not an isolated incident. As seen by the videos on this article, these crazy sexual shenanigans are persistent all across America at fire houses in virtually every demographic area. It is so persistent that perhaps they should be opened as part-time brothels when fire fighting isn’t at play—so to justify the cost of the structures and employees housed there. Undoubtedly, these stories are what you get when you throw good money at really poor quality people.

And who is really at fault for all this bad behavior? Well The International Association of Fire Firefighters, who has protected these slugs of humanity with a value perception that clearly doesn’t match their public behavior, holds most of the responsibility. After the tragedy of 9/11 there was much public relations effort to show that people like Orville Fleming were worth any amount of money that they demanded through union brotherhood—and that if the money was paid, that all would be right in the world. But in reality, there really isn’t much to do around a fire station when everything is working well—so foul play often becomes the default mode of operation. Matters get much worse when public employees are paid so much to do so little.

Orville Fleming even at such an extraordinarily high salary was married formerly to Meagan Fleming—who is a public school teacher. So it was a household fully under the protection of the state labor unions. This brought the household income for the couple at a very disproportionately high rate compared to their actual industrious worth. It’s a similar type of behavior that one might find when they give a lottery ticket to the typical Sunday afternoon buffet dweller fresh from their dwellings in a trailer park—they blow the money on foolishness because they didn’t have to earn the money—and have very little value for it. So they behave recklessly. In Orville’s case, he was considered one of the elites and was actually in charge—which is difficult to imagine. Anyone who would show such recklessness in bringing prostitutes into the fire house under his command in the presence of so many other public employees and expected to not have ramifications for his behavior is an idiot—and shouldn’t be given the responsibility of washing a fire truck let alone being in charge of a whole battalion of them. Yet it wasn’t murder which caused Orville Fleming to lose his job eventually, it was because he didn’t show up for work for five consecutive days. That’s how entrenched the labor unions are in the process of employee management of state workers.

The tragic case of the Sacramento Fire Department is just one of many. Orville showing terrible midlife crises judgment fell in love with a woman he knew was a prostitute then grew hyper controlling when he realized that like his job, he didn’t have the stuff to keep a young girl like Douglas interested. Unlike his actual job, there wasn’t a labor union to protect him from a broken heart, or a prostitute turned girlfriend who lost interest in his decaying body when he wasn’t showering her with gifts to keep her interested. After all, if a 26-year-old girl wants sex, she can get it from a much younger man who is in better shape and connected to less baggage. Ultimately what appears to be the final straw that broke Orville Fleming’s heart was that there was no labor union to give him the false premise of value for a lover as he had received in his state backed employment. He was coddled with false value from his labor union, but that didn’t translate over into his love life. So he freaked out at the obvious lack of control there was to protect him from competition. He thought that being a sugar daddy with a comfortable income would be enough to protect him from hardship. Well, it wasn’t.

The International Association of Fire Firefighters gave Orville Fleming a false value through their collective bargaining agreement that did not translate over into other parts of his life. Living with his school teacher wife for so long, Orville had become so accustom to being peppered with accolades granted from the state that he lost touch with reality. Having so much household income between the two well above the typical household Sacramento median income of $57,000 per year empowered the small-minded man to believe he was something he wasn’t. So long as the labor union granted him that illusion—he was fine to order up prostitutes to be the big man on campus as a fire house legend among his peers. But when he fell in love with one of those prostitutes, there was no union to protect him from his own stupidity—so he folded under the pressure and committed a horrendous murder. And that is the result of what happens when people who don’t deserve such ability and finance are given it just for showing up for work over a thirty year period. They didn’t achieve their wealth by merit, skill, or effort—but rather it was just given to them because they were in a labor union. So when the same tactics didn’t work with a young 26-year-old he didn’t know what else to do—because he had an intellect that didn’t give him the answer. So he turned to the ultimate control there was—murder. All this is of course conjecture, but is based on direct experience. We’ll never know more of the story than this, because all parties involved from the police to the court system are also state employees—most of which is protected by the same type of labor unions. Thus, there are a lot more potential Orville Flemings out there—just waiting to snap.

Rich Hoffman

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How the Rothschild’s Made Their Money Off Waterloo: Secrets revealed from the cryptic text of ‘Finnegan’s Wake’

I suppose its time to carry you dear reader further down the rabbit hole. For a long time, I have treated my readers here like children learning the alphabet for the first time, patiently allowing the language of query to percolate from a question mark into an exclamation point. That’s not to say that it’s anybody’s fault so much. Information has been purposely withheld, so there isn’t any way that you could know certain things unless you had access to uncorrupted source material not altered through the public education system. But its time I think to take a new step and to share with you a new layer to the great mysteries of life. To answer the question which started this journey so long ago against the traditional mode of public education to the present is to understand a key book in my own education process—my college. The story goes that I attended traditional university on several occasions believing that I had to in order to secure a good living. But after my own business experience early in life, and a quick understanding of how the world really worked I needed more and traditional education didn’t have it. So I found my education in the most obscure book in the English language—Finnegan’s Wake.

Finnegan’s Wake is a cryptic key to many things in life and over the course of the year 2015 I will refer to it more and more often because it’s directly relevant to our present subjects. It’s very relevant to the here and now of today. For instance, any conspiracy theorist will point to many of the present financial problems and contemplate about the Rothschild family and the global bankers who dangle world leaders from their fingertips to control the world through the money supply. That family specifically is responsible for much tampering in the marketplace and political movements from all sides of the social spectrum strictly so that they can profit from the turmoil. I learned very early about these political dealings not from conspiracy theorists but actually from Finnegan’s Wake and its many lyrical puzzles which are carefully concealed from the lazy and uninitiated—particularly the unlearned. I am extremely proud of my unique education because there are only a handful of people who have really tackled the James Joyce novel Finnegan’s Wake including lettered academics, to the level of mining from its depths the intentions of his vast work.

The novel was written to begin civilization again once the forces of destruction have ripped it apart. It’s something of a human time capsule encompassing many religious and political beliefs through historical context containing nearly 70 different languages in the text. Unlike James Joyce, I am not content to surrender to this circular born again motif—but to change it with the strategy and force of the overman. But that simple disagreement does not violate the treasures which can be found in every paragraph of the very elusive book, Finnegan’s Wake. For instance, I will provide the passage from the novel which discusses how Nathan Rothschild took over the bank of England and made his family into one of the most powerful in the entire world. The footprint of it is placed within the Wake to disguise it from the book censors and religious fanatics of Europe who had their coffers open to such maniacal influence. Yet boldly, Joyce told the story as follows. (Before continuing the misspellings below are on purpose, they are a type of language written by Joyce for a means even more mysterious and dangerous to those not acquainted.) But I will explain that in greater detail later:

What a warm time we were in there but how keling is here the airabouts! We nowhere she lives but you mussna tell annaone for the lamp of Jig-a-Lantern! It’s a candlelittle houthse of a month and the windies. Downadown, High Downadown. And numbered quaintlymine. And such reasonable weather too! The wagrant wind’s awalt’zaround the piltdowns and on ever blasted knollyrock (if you can spot fifty I spy four more) there’s that gnarlybird ygathering, a runalittle, doalittle, preealittle, pouralittle, wipealittle, kicksalittle, severalittle, eatalittle, whinealittle, kenalittle, helfalittle, pelfalittlegnarlybird. A verytablenad of blaeakbardfields! Under his seven wrothschields lies one, Lumproar. His glave toside him. Skud ontorsed. Our pigeons pair are flewn for northcliffs.

But yet what gives away this historical moment? This passage which preceded it from the previous paragraph on page 10 of the Viking Press edition published in 1939:

Toffeethief, that spy on the Willingdone from his big white harse, the Capeinhope. Stonewall Willingdone is an old maxy montrumeny.

OK, what does all that mean? Well my teacher Joseph Campbell was the first to detect it in the 1944 publication of his Skeleton Key where it was accused that the House of Rothschild actually defeated Napoleon at Waterloo, not the Duke of Wellington. Spying on the great battle which held Europe’s fate in its outcome, Rothschild’s agent upon a hill gathered news of the battle and knew the happenings of the course of the battle before the government in England knew anything of the Belgium conflict. It is entirely possible that given this reach of influence that Rothschild had enough sway to turn the tide of the battle against Napoleon. The giveaway in the passage is not only the spy for Nathan Rothschild at Waterloo but the description of the seven superimposed shields suggesting the seven “sheaths” (physical, astal, mental, buddhic, nirvanic, anupadakic, and adic) which according to occultists, clothe the essence of the soul. The one left would of course be Nathan Rothschild.

Essentially what happened can be best read from the excellent article below with a link to the original story. It is about how Nathan Rothschild played both sides against each other, those of the English forces and those of the French to become the most powerful family in the world at the time. His wealth grew to such an extent that there wasn’t a kingdom on earth that could stand against his power as he had grown to control the money flow of currency in Europe. So he didn’t care to become a king or to rule any nation with a formal title, he simply ruled from controlling the money supply as the King had to bow to Rothschild’s feet if he wanted a strong economy. Keep in mind the following took place in 1815. Imagine the amount of information collected today and for the same purpose by modern families of like mind.

Their [Rothschilds] unique spy system started out when ‘the boys’ began sending messages to each other through a network of couriers. Soon it developed into something much more elaborate, effective and far reaching. It was a spy network par excellence. Its stunning speed and effectiveness gave the Rothschilds a clear edge in all their dealings on an international level.

“Rothschild coaches careened down the highways; Rothschild boats set sail across the Channel; Rothschild agents were swift shadows along the streets. They carried cash, securities, letters and news. Above all, news — the latest exclusive news to be vigorously processed at stock market and commodity bourse.

“And there was no news more precious than the outcome at Waterloo…” (The Rothschilds p. 94).

Upon the battle of Waterloo depended the future of the European continent. If the Grande Army of Napoleon emerged victorious France would be undisputed master of all she surveyed on the European front. If Napoleon was crushed into submission England would hold the balance of power in Europe and would be in a position to greatly expand its sphere of influence.

Historian John Reeves, a Rothschild partisan, reveals in his book The Rothschilds, Financial Rulers of the Nations, 1887, page 167, that “one cause of his [Nathan‘s] success was the secrecy with which he shrouded, and the tortuous policy with which he misled those who watched him the keenest.”

There were vast fortunes to be made — and lost — on the outcome of the Battle of Waterloo. The Stock Exchange in London was at fever pitch as traders awaited news of the outcome of this battle of the giants. If Britain lost, English consuls would plummet to unprecedented depths. If Britain was victorious, the value of the consul would leap to dizzying new heights.

As the two huge armies closed in for their battle to the death, Nathan Rothschild had his agents working feverishly on both sides of the line to gather the most accurate possible information as the battle proceeded. Additional Rothschild agents were on hand to carry the intelligence bulletins to a Rothschild command post strategically located nearby.

Late on the afternoon of June 15, 1815, a Rothschild representative jumped on board a specially chartered boat and headed out into the channel in a hurried dash for the English coast. In his possession was a top secret report from Rothschild’s secret service agents on the progress of the crucial battle. This intelligence data would prove indispensable to Nathan in making some vital decisions.

The special agent was met at Folkstone the following morning at dawn by Nathan Rothschild himself. After quickly scanning the highlights of the report Rothschild was on his way again, speeding towards London and the Stock Exchange.

Arriving at the Exchange amid frantic speculation on the outcome of the battle, Nathan took up his usual position beside the famous ‘Rothschild Pillar.’ Without a sign of emotion, without the slightest change of facial expression the stony-faced, flint eyed chief of the House of Rothschild gave a predetermined signal to his agents who were stationed nearby.

Rothschild agents immediately began to dump consuls on the market. As hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of consuls poured onto the market their value started to slide. Then they began to plummet.

Nathan continued to lean against ‘his’ pillar, emotionless, expressionless. He continued to sell, and sell and sell. Consuls kept on falling. Word began to sweep through the Stock Exchange: “Rothschild knows.” “Rothschild knows.” “Wellington has lost at Waterloo.”

The selling turned into a panic as people rushed to unload their ‘worthless’ consuls or paper money for gold and silver in the hope of retaining at least part of their wealth. Consuls continued their nosedive towards oblivion. After several hours of feverish trading the consul lay in ruins. It was selling for about five cents on the dollar.

Nathan Rothschild, emotionless as ever, still leaned against his pillar. He continued to give subtle signals. But these signals were different. They were so different that only the highly trained Rothschild agents could detect the change. On the cue from their boss, dozens of Rothschild agents made their way to the order desks around the Exchange and bought every consul in sight for just a ‘song’!

A short time later the ‘official’ news arrived in the British capital. England was now the master of the European scene.

http://thecounterpunch.hubpages.com/hub/Nathan_Rotschild_and_the_Battle_Of_Waterloo

Since then there have been many financiers who have essentially done the same thing. In our current time George Soros comes to mind. These are men, who crave power and dictatorship over mankind in various forms, yet they tactfully supersede the election process to just take power through the manipulation and open theft of money and once they gain control of such things, they can control the legislation system that might otherwise convict them.

A system of government to stand against such abuses of power rose in the communist and socialist movements—however, little known to everyone’s mind it too was a creation by these global manipulators to limit the power that governments might gain and to keep everyone off balance allowing the financial families to reign as a global aristocracy in control of everything and everyone. And for the most part it has gone unnoticed for many, many years. Only recently with the rise of the Internet has some of this discussion against these money controlling families really taken off. But for those who have read and attempted to unlock the secrets of the classic novel, Finnegan’s Wake speaking out against the Rothschild family was very dangerous business, and could get a book banned in 1939, even from Paris where Joyce lived for quite a long time during his writing years. So he coded the information so that future aspects of civilization might know, and put a stop to the practice.

The answer to these kinds of tyrants is in pure capitalism as people like Rothschild, and Soros cannot compete in a world where honor is given to those who make things instead of just to people who have a lot of money. A thief can acquire a lot of money. That doesn’t make them good people. But the creation of wealth in the first place is an honorable endeavor if the value between making money and making wealthy assets is distinguished. That is an important consideration that deserves contemplation because those types of decisions are before us now. And to unlock the correct answer I usually turn toward the recorded history protected through obscurity from censors in Finnegan’s Wake. The information there is protected from the stupid and manipulative because it’s too hard for them to unlock. But for us, those who read here often—the soil is rich for new ideas to grow and the seeds for such an endeavor are located within the complicated paragraphs of Finnegan’s Wake.

It is time to graduate.

Rich Hoffman

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Caltech Capitalism: An explaination of ‘Interstellar’s’ “blight”

I was surprised to learn while reading a recent book by a physicist I respect a great deal regarding the science of the movie Interstellar how limited the views of science really are. While attempting to discover a way to insert the concept of a blight into the film as the primary reason for earth’s cataclysmic disaster pushing human kind off the planet, Kip Thorne, the author organized a dinner meeting with Jonathan Nolan the screenwriter, at the Caltech faculty club, the Anthenaeum. Also attending the dinner was film producer Lynda Obst, the biologist Elliot Meyerowitz, Jered Leadbetter—an expert on diverse microbes, Mel Simon, an expert on cells that make up plants, and David Baltamore, an expert about everything regarding biology.

The challenge was to discover how plausible it was for a blight to consume the food supply on earth due to relatively natural occurrences. In the film Jonathan and the Director Christopher Nolan wanted a natural disaster in the story that would force humans to make a decision, so they set the story a bit into the future, yet the population on earth was rapidly declining, and technological advancement was regressing. The scientists attached to the film, and the attendees of that dinner found it hard to believe that scientific endeavor would decline so rapidly in such a society—which I thought was astonishing. After all, it’s happening right now.

My son-in-law and I were discussing this very problem just last night–if it hadn’t been for Ronald Reagan and Margret Thatcher who wrestled away from socialist England much of its industry back into privatization, most of the great technology we are enjoying today would not have happened. Our society would regress as opposed to the leaps it made in the 80s and 90s to what many neglect these days as common occurrences–such as cell phone technology. It took political vision and commitment to privatizing industry that was using science to usher in the technical leaps that we have been seeing. However, the danger is that much of that work is has-been technology and for the generations coming from the years of the Bush presidents, Clinton and Obama, much of the science has returned to the type of dinner discussions occurring at Caltech for the Interstellar blight meeting.

Most college professors know that most of their funding comes from the tax payers, so their view of the world tends to be left leaning progressive. People tend to attach their politics to what feeds their mouths, not so much what they believe is right or wrong based on personal judgment. So those brilliant scientists at Kip Thorne’s meeting were already missing a major ingredient to the success of science before their meeting on the blight even took place. After reading about the meeting it is no wonder that so many top scientists believe in global warming as a manmade occurrence—as their funding often comes from government, and government wants to propel such myths so to gain more control through organizations like the EPA on regulating industry. In much the same way that the aforementioned scientists found a type of blight for the Interstellar film plot line, they also find evidence of global warming to gain grant money for their research leaving the discovery process of scientific data contaminated with liberal politics.

Yet the point of the meeting was to find a form of biological blight appropriate for the Nolan storyline—so it was under a capitalist endeavor that the scientists even gathered to discuss the topic. Without the potential profit of making the movie Interstellar, the motivation for even having the scientific discussion would not be present, and those same faculty members would talk among themselves not sharing with the world the brilliant science of their efforts. It was just another reminder of how science should be attached more to business rather than government.

The dinner meeting went on for some time and many topics were discussed. Jonathan Nolan is my kind of screenwriter. He is concerned with many of the same types of themes that I am, the danger of collectivism, the regression of human spirit when the profit motive is taken away, and the strength of the individual over the mob of democracy. Those are topics that Kip’s scientists are typically weary of as they come often from the liberal side of the tracks, particularly Lynda Obst who is one of those liberal Hollywood producers that are always talked about attending Obama fundraisers thinking that he is the second coming of Christ or the Egyptian pharaoh Ramesses. Yet Lynda was in the business of making money. At the time it was Steven Spielberg who was attached as the director of the film, and there is an expectation that his films must garner a certain healthy box office take—especially in regards to science fiction. But Nolan was staying away from the typical man-made doomsday scenario that most writers guided by Obst would typically be comfortable with. If not for the profit motive, the dinner meeting would not have occurred at Caltech with any purpose but for scientist to talk about what projects they were working on.

The result of the dinner was the type of blight that is known in the science world as a lethal generalist blight that would run rampant over the earth consuming the oxygen humans need to breathe. As the atmosphere is 80 percent nitrogen and the lethal blight feeds off of nitrogen it has an endless supply of nutrients for its parasitic destruction of plant life. The byproduct of the Interstellar blight is CO2 which of course is a byproduct of human breathing which would gradually consume the oxygen in our atmosphere slowly killing everyone who depends on oxygen to live. But before arriving at that conclusion many scenarios were discussed, such as an AIDS virus that could quickly evolve into a far more contagious form that was airborne. Another scenario proposed by Leadbetter was that people might panic due to global warming and fertilize the oceans to produce algae that would eat much of the atmosphere’s carbon dioxide via photosynthesis. This could be done by throwing a lot of iron into the oceans to help feed algae growth. However this massive growth might then kill off all the fish and plant life starving humans from the rich food supply there. Another proposal by Meyerowitz contemplated that ultraviolet light streaming through our atmosphere’s ozone hole could mutate an enormous bloom of algae growth creating new pathogens that would again wipe out plant life in the oceans then jump on land to do the same. All those are interesting ideas, but also point to the dangers of not having a screenwriter like Jonathan Nolan who came up with a strong premise that actually made these scientists think. Typically, what would have happened is that a clueless screenwriter enamored by the nice meal and wine at such dinners would do whatever the scientists proposed and hoping to get another writing job, would kiss the ass of Obst. This would have taken Interstellar’s plot and made it into something like The Day after Tomorrow or some other cheap environmentally charged message film that would falter at the box office because it does not speak to the core of the American film audience—rather just the fringe government driven scientists at universities.

If the faculty at Caltech was more attached to capitalism instead of government driven socialism discussions like the one that took place for Interstellar would take place all the time and be aimed at more profitable measures—which would be a great thing. Instead of brilliant scientists like Thorne, and the others sitting around at the Anthenaeum contemplating the universe as they wait for tax payers to funnel money through the government to arrive at their science experiments, the goals of such discussions under capitalist endeavor would be to align profit with science to arrive at a new market—and therefore a new human creation. There needs to be a lot less government involved in those types of meetings and a lot more capitalism. It is only because of Jonathan Nolan and later his brother Christopher that Interstellar took a unique approach that pushed scientific validity to a level that was unusual for a big screen film produced by the studio system. And if such endeavors could do wonders for a simple movie, just think what they could do if private enterprise was more engaged directly with the likes of Thorne, Leadbetter, and Meyerowitz.

Rich Hoffman

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Cliffhanger as a Gift: Evil beyond the tesseract

Christmas presents are more about what people you care about think of you than so much in what you get. For instance, one of my daughters’s bought me two extremely rare Joseph Campbell books that are beyond treasures. They are literary classics that are difficult to find in rare book stores in places like New York, let alone Ohio. But using Amazon.com, she was able to get her hands on them and give them to me—which I will devour. My other daughter bought me a simple Jurassic Park t-shirt that is vintage from the 90s which is simple enough.   For whatever reason, I never bought one in the 90s, and would have loved to have one. I almost bought one while at Universal Studios but didn’t quite get around to it. So she bought me one for Christmas this year—because she knows that I want one, but that so many other things usually get in the way that I just didn’t get around to it for myself—like the Campbell books. So my kids took care of me. But the best present I received this year is actually for the first time something I created. It is a written character I created over a decade ago and my wife has been gently prodding me to return to. Now that I have with the series of stories called The Curse of Fort Seven Mile she rewarded me with the newly embroidered pull-over seen below with the simple name of Cliffhanger stitched across it.image

The reason for her encouragement is due to the fact that my intentions for Cliffhanger are epic, he is a hero unlike any ever created in literature or mythology at any point in the human drama. He is on a scale that is epic, more so than the Biblical characters such as Noah who was chosen by God to survive as mankind was wiped clean by a wrathful Yahweh. Cliffhanger is not David from the same book who haphazardly brings down the giant Goliath only to become a king that can’t keep his pants on getting himself into trouble in a sexual context due to his buckling under the reigns of power. Cliffhanger is not Moses who must flee Egypt and the Pharaoh. Rather than part the Red Sea to escape into the wilderness, Cliffhanger would stop and fight every one of the soldiers seeking his destruction—so in that regard and many others he is the strongest literary character ever put into a story and my wife thinks that the world is in desperate need of him. So when she learned that I was returning to that character in my artistic work, she was very happy which was reflected in my Christmas present.

But it’s no small order, let me say that. Human beings have been conditioned to accept that nothing on earth is perfect. This trend has been established by our religions to hold us tethered to control by the deities of mythology. Even our heroes are flawed flesh that is destined to return to God by means beyond the design of the human race. We are taught to accept fate—not to make it. The trouble is, when we approach problems in such a manner from budget concerns to psychological family issues, we are always looking for someone else to solve our problems instead of ourselves which often means, we never reach a solution. We spend our days praying for some supernatural aid to help us, and most of the time it never does leaving us either feeling dejected, or unworthy of the grace of Gods.

So to write about a character that is inwardly empowered and self-reliant to such a measure that he does not reject the values of religion but does not surrender to passivity either is a very delicate balance that can be extremely difficult. To create a character in this day and age who does not fear anything—anything at all—yet to be compelling in a narrative is a particularly difficult hat trick. To be a superhero without any superpowers but a highly developed intellect might otherwise be a recipe for youthful rejection. But, as my wife and I have talked about many times for many years, the world needs new heroes as the old ones have either been killed and slaughtered, or are failed people who eventually let us down. The world needs to see a character who does not fall, surrender, or react out of fear so that they can see what it looks like—and take a step in human development that has been placed before us for a long time but not yet acted upon.

In Islam there is a reason that they don’t allow criticism of their Quran characters—it’s because they are all terribly flawed and if people actually considered the quality of the characters that they were sacrificing their lives for, they would have second thoughts. So the religion requires non-thinking so that followers can believe in the flawed prophet Muhammad, the vengeful Allah, or the pacifist participant of his own life in following orders to a fault in Abraham. These flawed traits are bred into our human nature by the mythologies which form our religions and they lead us as a society to perpetual war and doom—stifled with intellectual stagnation. Cliffhanger is intended to step beyond those limits.

But its one thing to think something, it’s another to make it real, to flesh it out in a story that interacts with other characters which challenges the premise. I felt good in doing that in The Symposium of Justice where Cliffhanger was introduced. But I had only touched the tip of the tip of an ice . I wanted a character so strong and so powerful that his greatest challenge was in standing against the real villains of the universe, those beings from an ultra advanced future civilization that can step across space and time to manipulate through disguise and dreams our present civilization through subtle means. Because here is the quandary of our times, all time and its events are occurring at the same time, the expansion of the universe as an entity is still a measurement made within the dimension of time—so the reason and cause of it is still a mystery because more information is needed to contemplate it—which is missing unless the additional dimensions of quantum law are considered—those beyond time. And civilizations that advance to the ability to use entire solar systems—and galaxies for their energy hundreds of billions of years from now are still anxious about their role in the universe and their need to move beyond it—as the universe is not infinite, but doomed to destruction as well within billions of years. So what’s beyond the universe? Well to discover it, or find a way to last long enough as beings to find out, those advanced cultures have their own insecurities and fights for power. But their war is not so literal, but more passive aggressive because of their advanced state. So they journey back and forth through time and space manipulating the past to affect the far distant future. It is not ancient aliens out there more advanced than we who have always been causing human beings trouble; it is a further developed ghost of ourselves using quantum physics to manipulate our time to benefit theirs. How better to wipe out a future political rival than to just eliminate their bloodline `from millions of years in the past by entering their dreams and lives as a parasitic entity hell-bent on destroying them with temptations of intoxication, adultery, and other reckless living.

The more I read about the gods and goddesses of mythology, which I’ve done a lot and continue on each year, the more this tesseract idea of fifth, sixth and seventh dimensional villains seems valid. So to defeat such creatures there is only one way—and that is a new hero not bound to terrestrial limitations—and evolution of the human being that is well beyond anything yet created who isn’t just roaming the earth fighting evil, sex trafficking, drug distribution, political upheavals, and all manners of human terror—but to fight against the manipulators of history itself, those outside of the living world who step across millions of years of evolution like steps from one level of a house to another. Because evil, as we define it in the context of our own lives is a big entity which encompasses the universe as a whole and to defeat it requires a new kind of hero—not one with super powers, or even the grace of some God like the womanizing slug Zeus, but a human being that has grown more than human to the eternal well of life essence which our bodies simply catch through living bodies so that the root of evil can be explored properly, and identified by a clueless, busy audience.

That is the task, and why my wife has encouraged me to the effort. So for Christmas while I dive down that deep well of difficult scholarship to bring to the surface a story which covers that enormity my wife gave me a reminder of how that character of Cliffhanger should be emblazoned with memory. It is one thing to wear such an emblem that is created by others, but in this case, Cliffhanger can come from nowhere else, and by seeing such a creation, it is a reminder to me of how important such a character can be to the emerging world mythology. The only restriction is the difficult task of telling those stories from a place deep in the gut where they reside. And her Christmas present will help me greatly. That is the benefit of Christmas and a wife who understands how difficult, and important the task is.

Rich Hoffman

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The Indian and Christian Cover-up: A relic from my past made present

One of the byproducts of resurrecting my old company Cliffhanger Research and Development for the slate of current projects starting in 2015 is the memories of the past that were good at the time, but matured over time into something better. It hasn’t been just recently where I have dedicated myself to completely changing the way people think about virtually everything. I have always known that it would likely take a few hundred years—but the effort is worth the wait. And in my case I started trying to re-educate people at a very early age.

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When I was just 22 years old I started a philosophical line of t-shirts that were poised to directly compete with the No Fear Gear line. One particular shirt from that line sold by the multitudes. It was so popular in 1992 that I literally sold a shirt right off my back since it was the only one left. I remember it vividly, I was in the food court at Tri-County Mall wearing a shirt design seen in the below pictures. I was buying food at one of the restaurants there, and the clerk loved the saying on my shirt so much that he literally bought the shirt I was wearing since I was sold out at the time. I left the mall shirtless and proud.

 

I knew it at the time but the design on that shirt featuring the Indian on the back was more than just a message against development over Indian lands. I have been particularly obsessed for most of my life at the casualness that archaeology has been destroyed in America so to preserve the belief that Indians were the first inhabitants of North America—which wasn’t true, and that they had higher wisdom over the new capitalist country—which wasn’t true, and that American’s had no right to westward expansion over Indian land—which of course is preposterous. Indians didn’t own American land—they lost the war for it as one culture came out on top, and that was the end of the story as far as I was concerned. Yet it wasn’t quite enough.

 

I spent several evenings in a Waffle House restaurant drawing the designs that became the Cliffhanger line of shirts, and this Indian one provoked much talk around my booth as I purposely ate my omelet each night while coming up with just the right concept. Most watching me draw the picture thought that it was a conversation message. Others thought it was religious—especially accompanying the saying that was on the front. Others thought that I was up to something else all together. For me it was a fun moment and I had a taste of what it must have felt like to be Pablo Picasso in Paris creating his art for the first time to a skeptical audience with great voraciousness and eccentricity. My sketches were relatively simple artistically, but the story they told was quite extensive and worthy of discussion that erupted around the Waffle House at 4 AM in the morning.

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Those who know me today understand why I blame Christianity for being a weapon against historic understanding. Many churches—particularly in Europe are built on old “pagan” sites so to show how the new religion had conquered the old one. In much the same way we are presently going through the same purge with the religion of Islam as they are deliberately attempting to carry mankind into another Dark Age with sheer intimidation and brutality. But before the Muslim, European conquistadors were just as brutal eradicating the Mayan, the Aztec and gradually all of the North American tribes not out of desire for their land so much but to destroy the intelligence of a people who came long before during the Archaic Period—in that little known age from 8000 BC to about 1000 BC well before the Hopewell and Adena Indians came to be during breeding with the Chinese who had been trading in the area in the years leading up to 1421 AD. What was being done was a religious purge by one over another and the great crime against not only the Indians, but humanity was that the last remnants of their mythology and folklore was wiped out and destroyed with great aggression. The unfairness to them was not out of broken treaties due to greed, but in suppressing what was already in the New World that the powers of Europe wanted to conceal.

 

Living in Liberty Township, Ohio I watched first-hand as construction crews plowed right through burial mounds of the people from the Archaic Period discarding the bones and relics like trash found around the footers of almost every American home—where construction crews fresh from their lunch breaks toss in their discarded trash too lazy to carry it away from them off site—so they bury it once the backfill the foundation of a home. Native Americans used the Great Miami River as a main artery to get deep into the land of Ohio and Liberty Township was a popular hunting ground and burial-place. That history was wiped away, first by the greed of the developers but there was something even more sinister at work. There was a deliberate erasing of history going on by the zoning boards at the time who were supposed to protect the past. Without question many of the deals which destroyed the archaeology of my Liberty Township were struck from the pews of churches where developers and zoning officials broke bread together over communion to approve new developments before the public hearings on Monday evening knowing that Indian mounds were present. And so it goes that most of the only remnants of archaeology left in Liberty Township are those from the English settlers who came shortly after the French and Indian War. Progress was used as the mask that destroyed the evidence of a culture that had long been in America before even the Hopewell or Adena. I should know because I walked nearly every mile of farmland in Liberty Township when I was a kid and I know what was destroyed to make way for the various neighborhoods who now overload the voting booth at election time in favor of Lakota schools—named after the Indians only in the hope of hiding the real crime of erasing their culture from memory—because of their pagan roots.

 

So I poured all that emotion into a t-shirt design and started a company around the premise which did quite well carrying me all the way to a large apparel trade show in Chicago by the age of 24. Most people my age were still immature partiers looking for their way through life—but even then I was being called an old man whose mind didn’t fit my age at all. At Chicago many of the older trade show patrons were astonished by my designs, and my age. Inside the McCormick Center there were very expensive deals taking place, but at night I was sleeping under the stars next to the lake at Meigs Airfield—because I couldn’t afford a hotel in Chicago at the time. I spent my last dimes to attend the show with my product line and to send my family to the south to open our store and manufacturing facility for Cliffhanger Research and Development in Gatlinburg Tennessee.

 

It all started with that simple shirt designed at a Waffle House in 1992 and the controversy that followed. It was a good controversy as it made people think which my real intention was always. I knew even then that I wanted to commit my life to changing not just the way people think but what they think about. Of course it’s not a short process, and currently I’m only twenty years into the project.

 

One of the treasures from my children’s childhood was that I gave them copies of their own versions of that shirt so that they could learn something from the message—particularly the one on the front. My kids grew up sleeping every night in their shirts and eventually wore them so thin that the material nearly wore away into dust. So for Christmas this year I had a reprinting done and gave it to them as one of their presents. They had asked me five or six years ago for new updates and it took me a few years to dig up all the old stuff so I could get the original artwork—but in 2014 I finally got around to it once again. Now they can use them for sleep shirts as they did once before or just have them in the closet for conversation with their own kids. There are plans to resurrect some of the other designs to bring out a modern line of t-shirts which is fun, but it will never be the way it was in 1992 when expressions on t-shirts were a fairly new concept. Today such expression is everywhere, so the shirts don’t have near the same appeal even though the art on them is timeless. It’s a different market in a different time. It is unlikely that anybody, anywhere would purchase the shirt right off my back these days as they did then—because everyone is so overwhelmed with messages of all kinds that nobody pays attention to little things anymore—like what people are wearing and what they mean.

 

But for my family it was fun to resurrect the design. It signifies the start of a quest that I knew very well from the outset at that Waffle House long ago at 4 AM in the morning as springtime winds beat at the window through layers of pouring rain that I was making some kind of history in the process. That journey would likely extend out for a few centuries but the starting point was literally at the restaurant table with a nice steaming omelet freshly made accompanying my obscure designs that for a few nights had the entire restaurant peering over my shoulder and asking questions that would resonate through the halls of time.

Rich Hoffman

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Making Omelets: The essence of leadership

Another aspect to the perils of collectivism is the cheerleader for the concept of a “TEAM” especially when great emphasis is placed on the specific terminology. One of the premier drivers of social and economic socialism is the desire to hide one’s cowardly behavior under the blanket of society pointing to the greedy management of some organization to rise up against and overtake. But then there are those who provide justification to the cowardly by becoming abusive tyrants when given authority through position who are clueless and inept attempting to hide their minor dictatorships behind the concept of a “TEAM.”

Many years ago I worked at one of many fast food restaurants and without question I was one of their most productive workers. However, the manager there and I did not get along. She was a raging feminist who was attempting to live all her life’s failures through her career decisions hoping beyond hope that a successful management career would somehow off-set two decades of diabolical personal decision-making mistakes. She looked for respect not by earning it, but simply because she had schemed some executive within the company to give her responsibility and that by simple virtue of a nameplate identifying her as a “boss” she had earned the right to infinite respect. Well, she was wrong.

 

At this job I was just a grill cook—but I was the fastest in the area and I could work two lines by myself saving the company two staffed positions, sometimes three, four, up to five so I knew the value I brought to the table. I also knew that this manager’s role within the company was purely ornamental; after all she was a young woman who helped their staffing numbers—especially in management, and fit the profile of what corporate wanted to see on paper for their labor statistics. However, she was ineffective as far as official management duties often carrying her store over staffed, under stocked, and ill prepared for dinner rushes. And because she treated everyone like slaves on her personal plantation the workers would lay down on her and refuse to give her a good shift of productive output—because they didn’t respect her. They simply showed up to collect a check.

I’ve always believed in authenticity so I never pandered to her authority or the company overall. I let her know that I could see that she didn’t know what she was doing and I offered to help her help herself if she needed proper counseling on how to perform such an elusive task. But of course she thought she knew everything so she refused to listen—instead she chose to pick fights with me at every turn which ultimately sealed her fate.

When a member of corporate came through the drive thru window to check on things and see how the store was operating—he asked how things were going. I told him that the store manager had no idea what she was doing and that she was pushing his margins toward the negative needlessly. Of course he wanted to know more where I proceeded to disassemble her piece by piece which was easy because she had been hiding her ineptitude behind a love for her title and the authority it wielded. When she had to actually be accountable, she was absolutely clueless and had no resort but to fall on her feminist teachings accusing the executive and me of being prejudice against her because she was a woman in a man’s world and all that other nonsense. Of course I told the executive that too, right in front of her which sent her deeper into defense without being able to bring up anything professionally which justified her continued existence as manager of that store. Instead she leaned on her title, her authority, and her sex to shield her ineptitude from further social judgment.

The executive gave her another store after that encounter putting her into a really bad neighborhood where the workforce was much more antagonistic toward management. The store was already performing poorly so she couldn’t screw that up any worse. She had a nervous breakdown within two months and actually ended up in the hospital for psychological treatment. The reason was that she had to actually perform to hold her job and not rely on titles or even her feminism to shield her incompetence—so with no other option to lean on she had a mental breakdown as her only escape from the situation.

 

I felt bad for the manager only in that she had to take things so far before she actually listened. But she should have known better than to think I was going to let her abuse me and others just to fill her own ego with pride as a second-hander. I used that example of failed leadership because it is one of the easier to explain—and one of the shortest examples of how top down incompetence can fuel the collective desire for communist concepts like socialism, unionism, or committee driven consensus—it is because leaders fail to lead when they place the value of their positions on a nameplate or organization chart instead of the actual performance of the position.   In my past I have so many examples of such conflict with authority similar to that above story that I can’t even remember them all—given that I have an excellent memory, it should provide context to the multitude. Behind me is a dark and bloody river of many such conflicts and people from my past reading this—which of course they do can offer nothing in defense because they know it’s all true. The difference is that I never felt compelled to join with others to solve any of these problems. I simply confronted those targets with the truth about their real desire for power—and exposed them to the people who fund the endeavors.

There have of course been more men than women but in general there are far too many people who enter the work force believing that a title of authority will grant them power they otherwise don’t have. Once they get this power they find they need their egos constantly massaged and instead of their productive effort going into making money for their company’s needs, they use the workforce as their personal playground of boosting their own internal worthlessness. They often use authority to mask their own incompetence which they hope will go undetected from behind their commands. But it never does—people can naturally detect bullshit and immediately set about ways to protect themselves from it—which leads often to collective unification against a tyrant. So in the end both sides end up wrong and the business suffers or goes out of existence all together unable to produce a profit.

 

I have been in the business of making omelets and to do that you have to break a lot of eggs. In that metaphor of course eggs represent the ego of the type of people who fall in love with power out of their own insecurity. This has been exposed at the Lakota school district, many businesses, and within several organizations and I have behind me a lot of omelets made and eaten by grateful financial interests. And the omelet making will continue wherever I am at the time—because I personally have no tolerance for abuse of leadership. It’s not a mystery that requires collective endeavor to stand up against—all it takes is a good heart, a clean conscience, and a will to do well. If one possesses those traits they will find that they can move mountains and solve the world’s problems just by showing up for work without malice or social gratification.

Most businesses that fail do so because of poor leadership at the top. Most organizations are weak and next to worthless because they have people running them who care more about the nameplates on their desk than in accomplishing the task at hand. And government is filled with poor leaders who seek office not on merit but by popularity allowing them to believe they are important when in fact they are just more examples of detrimental human frailties. The way to fix all these issues is to recognize the attributes of proper leadership as the values are removed from social consensus and instead based upon individual performance. And for the worker who thinks they are at the bottom of the food chain and not able to do anything about the tyrant they work for, take it from someone who knows very well, if you are a superior worker and bring a good heart to your business backed by honesty you will find that your employer will value you far more than the guy with the brass nameplate on their desk. And your counsel will be very valuable because it is so rare these days to have such authentic people on a payroll.   Don’t be afraid to expose an idiot when they present themselves. The cost in not doing so only brings misery to more people for a longer period of time needlessly. In the end, it’s not just you who will suffer, but everyone else.

 

A TEAM is not something where everyone contributes equally. A “team” is where a leader rallies people behind a common cause not out of duty—but respect. Not everyone is capable of being a leader. Most people are terrified of it. But if you are one of the rare few who are of leadership quality be careful when nameplate lovers start using the word TEAM to describe an enterprise. The reason they do it is to cover their own ineptitude and to piggy back off your efforts so they can use your leadership to mask their own fallacies using the designation of a “TEAM” to perform the task. When a politician says the words, “we did it as a team” look carefully at what is going on behind their words—because there is likely something hidden there they are trying to mask. Likely what it is will be a series of abused people who have done all the work and lost the credit to a politician who seeks to associate themselves with success by gradually taking over the enterprise by putting their nameplate upon it and expecting their authority position to allow them to do it without question. When that happens there really is no choice, its time to make some omelets by breaking several eggs and making something positive out of a bunch of broken shells and the contents which ooze from them once shattered. It takes a leader to do the shattering and to see the need for an ordered up omelet.

Rich Hoffman

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The Nights Before Christmas: White House guilt in the IRS targeting of conservative groups

Shhhhhhhhh, do you hear that dear reader?  SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.  It’s a few nights before Christmas and not a creature is stirring…………..not even a mouse.  Instead, they are all huddled together in the cracks of society planning what to do next.  If you listen carefully you can hear them making their plans at damage control.  Did you wonder why Obama suddenly showed courage and support for Hollywood in the face of North Korean aggression when he had blamed an anti-Muslim video for the whole Bengahzi incident?  And could the timing of the Cuban deal have come months before, or several months later—instead of right now.  And how about the executive orders in favor of amnesty?  SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, listen carefully.

The House Oversight and Government Reform Committee released a report Tuesday that found the Obama White House turned the IRS into a political organization that has spent years attacking conservative groups.  Yet with all the noise surrounding Christmas, the 18 trillion-dollar debt, the Korean crises, the Cuban crises, the Chinese crises, the declining Russian economy, the parade of scandals following the Obama White House like tin cans chained to a beat up car hosting newlyweds after a shotgun wedding, the race wars in America, the plummeting gas prices, there just isn’t any room in people’s minds for the most important news item of them all—how the government from the very top used the IRS as a personal weapon to attack political rivals so that their regime could stay in power during the 2012 election.  Here’s some of what the report said:

“The Internal Revenue Service has compromised its traditional position as an independent tax administrator,” the report found. “The IRS’s inability to keep politics out of objective decisions about interpretation of the tax code damaged its primary function: an apolitical tax collector that Americans can trust to treat them fairly.”

The report indicated that improper IRS activities began with a 2010 comment from President Barack Obama, who said some of the Tea Party groups were being funded with corporate money, and “we don’t know where this money is coming from.” That criticism was prompted by Democratic reactions to the Citizens United case in the Supreme Court, which many Democrats blamed for allowing the wealthy to pour more money into campaigns.

Five days after Obama spoke in 2010, former IRS official Lois Lerner spoke at Duke University and said many wanted the IRS to “fix the problem.”

“The pressure to ‘fix the problem,’ as articulated by Lois Lerner, originated with President Obama and senior party leadership,” the report found. “For twenty-several months, from February 2010 until May 2012, the Internal Revenue Service systematically targeted conservative tax-exempt applicants for additional scrutiny and delay.”

“As prominent Democratic politicians and the media condemned conservative non-profit groups, the IRS sought ways to rein in the groups’ political speech,” the report found. “Lois Lerner initiated a ‘c4 project’ — careful to ensure that it was not ‘per se political’ — and called applications filed by Tea Party groups “very dangerous” because she believed that they could undo existing IRS limits on non-profit political speech.”

That led to additional scrutiny of conservative groups seeking tax-exempt status. The report said that while a few groups were targeted with the words “progress” or “progressive” in their title, almost all were conservative-leaning organizations.

The decision to target conservative groups was followed by later decisions to cover it up, and blame lower level workers for the initiative.

The report also blamed Obamacare, which gave the IRS a key role in implementing Obama’s health program, for turning the IRS into an arm of the White House, when it should have remained independent.

“Evidence shows an IRS responsive to the partisan policy objectives of the White House and an IRS leadership that coordinates with political appointees of the Obama administration,” it found.

It said efforts to cover up the scandal were ultimately led by Obama himself. Obama initially said the IRS’s actions were inexcusable, but later said there was not a “smidgen of corruption” at the IRS.

http://www.theblaze.com/stories/2014/12/22/report-blames-obama-white-house-for-turning-the-irs-into-a-political-weapon/

 

Yet there’s a good bet that the report will be largely ignored.  Most of the premier newscasters are on vacation using replacements to fill the airtime while everyone has their eyes on the Christmas Holiday and time with families.  The story will likely die on the vine as everyone is thinking about everything but the IRS.  Even those who do watch the news over the holiday season do not give it much weight as their minds are heavily encumbered with social obligations—and that is all by design.  Obama and his White House simply overloaded the news cycle with news bits with such density that most people’s heads would simply explode if they tried to take it all in.

So punishment for the IRS crime and the “smidgen” of evidence pouring in from the White House will go unpunished.  When the senate released their report about the waterboarding torture conducted by the CIA under the Bush administration—the entire news cycle covered the story even as Paul Gruber was testifying on the Hill about the deceptions that helped Obamacare get passed as a new tax because Americans were too stupid to notice—his words.  But regarding the White House aggression in using the IRS as a personal political weapon next to nothing will be said, even on Fox News because all the heavy hitters are on vacation and by the time they come back in January, there will be new things to talk about and the IRS story will be old hat—and uninteresting.

But the proof that the White House was involved from the very start of the scandal is there.  You just have to listen very closely to hear it.  SHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.  Do you hear it now?  Good, so can I..  Now, what do you want to do about it?

Rich Hoffman

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Panty Waste: Florence Mall evacuates because of a loud noise

There used to be a term that was very common while I was growing up terming properly the type of behavior we are seeing today—whether it is the Sony studios pulling a film lampooning about North Korea or a bunch of Christmas shoppers running out of the Florence Mall because a CO2 tank blew up at the food court. That term was “panty waste.”

Panty waste meant that someone was so useless that they didn’t even deserve to be the waste material created during the construction of panties which we all know is next to worthless. Not only would such a material not make the cut into an actual garment intended for women and all the waste product that emerge from their southern regions, but it wouldn’t even find its way into the plans for such a thing. Once a panty is made, the left over material has no place to go but in the trash, and such panty waste doesn’t even get the benefit of being soaked in minstrel blood, sexual waste, and genital leakage. That is how bad being “panty waste” is.

 

Panty waste is not even talked about any longer, because it might hurt someone’s feelings. It’s too derogatory and mean spirited—even sexist. It implies that women are not as strong as men—or equal to them by the feminist definitions of our day. So nobody has any proper words to describe who terribly cowardly it is for shoppers to become scared enough to run out of the Florence Mall just because they heard a loud noise—and overreacted to it being a possible gun shot.

I’ve blown up lots of CO2 type containers, and I’ve shot a lot of guns, even had them pointed at me in aggressive ways on several occasions and let me tell you, anyone who ran from the Florence Mall on Saturday December 20, 2014 just because a silly little CO2 tank blew up, are best defined as “panty waste.” Anyone who cowardly transferred their neurosis into the disguise “but my children had to be safe” trying to hide the fact that you are panty waste to begin with, you have now doomed your children to becoming panty waste in the future with your cowardly behavior. Shame on you.

Children should not be taught to be such cowardly specimens. They should be taught that panty waste is not a good thing to be indulged in by some confused man who wishes to wear high heels with fish net stockings. Panty waste is the worst of the worst because it’s not even material fit for the occasional skid mark absorption that panties are technically supposed to utilize.   Most panties are not the Victoria Secret types of G-strings, but those balloons that overweight women often wear not to entice a sexual partner, but to provide comfort after a day of shopping at the grocery store while the bearer picks their ass constantly between the aisles when they think that nobody is looking. Once in the laundry basket, those used panties are likely to turn off anybody from wanting to engage in sex with the regions of the female that produced such a monstrosity leaving the wash as the only next destination. Panty waste is not even fit for such a disgraceful existence.

So for those who ran from the Florence Mall because of a loud noise, they are the modern embodiments of panty waste. To the Sony executives who pulled their Christmas Day comedy satirizing North Korea, they too are panty waste because of their cowardly behavior. And if you generally cry every time something scary happens and run for some authority figure in your life—you are panty waste. Geez, even some liberals knew the difference such as Obama and George Clooney. I mean, they are really wimpy modern men weakened greatly by progressivism and even they know that enough is enough when it comes to North Korea and Sony.

Once again we have our education system to blame for all this useless sensitivity. They have nearly banished the word panty waste out of political correctness calling it “hate speech.” But in many ways, panty waste is the only tactful way of describing such a cowardly society. That society was largely shaped by modern public education backed by government lawyers, lobbyists of sensitivity, and progressive hate baiters. They are responsible for making so many detrimentally neurotic people who ran from a shopping mall as soon as they heard a loud noise.

The proper behavior would be to hear the noise, determine whether or not there is danger by judging the circumstances—then taking action. In this case once the direction of the loud noise was identified and it was seen that a bunch of oriental people were scrambling to contain their accident at a little restaurant then it would be concluded that they had some kind of cooking mistake—and you could quickly return back to your business. If however it did turn out to be a crazed gunman shooting innocents—then the proper thing would be to engage the target directly and disable the aggressor. If in doing so you take a few bullet shots—the moment the target is disabled, you get yourself to the hospital before you lose all your blood. Try to plug up the loss the best you can during transit. But don’t stand around waiting for someone to save you—save yourself and those around you quickly and instinctively—then get on with business. Don’t be a panty waste.

There is no sympathy for those who behave like panty waste. They tend to vote for every school levy that comes their way, every police levy, every fire levy, every tax increase that comes up because they want some authority figure to make them feel safe—because they are essentially panty waste. They empower terrorists to be meaner than their natural courage would normally allow just in providing such an easy target. When panty waste is so easily scared, it makes those who hope to terrorize others so much more embolden that their attempts might be successful giving terrorists that momentary jolt of power which they crave so aggressively. Those terrorists may find themselves in the end arrested and jailed, but not before the momentary power of ruling over others provides a spike to their sappy egos.

Just because the term “panty waste” isn’t used anymore does not mean that it shouldn’t be. There needs to be some way to describe cowardly behavior and that was what evacuating the Florence Mall was. It was cowardly behavior. Thankfully, nobody was hurt and business resumed as normal just moments after the chaos, but for all those would be terrorists out there watching the behavior of the panty waste at Florence Mall—they were empowered to believe that if a simple little CO2 tank could create such havoc than other easy things might work as well—giving their ego starved intellects the jolt of confidence they need to engage in aggression against Americans. Being panty waste makes our society more dangerous, not less. And there simply isn’t any other word to describe these modern events created by our public education system of pacification and over-reaction all in the name of safety.

Rich Hoffman

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Erasing History: Glenn Beck’s vision of sheer terror

I had a nice talk with Doc Thompson the other day about some really cool things that are on the horizon—which ironically corresponded to some of the really good work that Glenn Beck has been doing. Beck on December 18th 2014 did a very dystopian video playing himself as a man 40 years older thinking back on this time and the events of our day. His message corresponded perfectly with the contents of the discussion Doc and I had just hours earlier. In a lot of ways the reason I write this blog every day, and produce the other creative content that I do is that I know we are entering a new age where collectivism will be the new open mantra and it is my responsibility as an individual to speak out against it. The revisionists are already hard at work steering the world in the direction Beck alluded to in his video just as they did with the Christopher Columbus voyage—declaring that Europe had discovered America—even though that was very far from the truth.

I have watched and learned over the years how diabolical the church aligned with politics can be in destroying history. In order to maintain the theory that the North American Indian was “native” to the New World and that Columbus discovered them the government has virtually destroyed those nomadic people so to remove the evidence of their very lives, and destroyed numerous archaeological sites that proved human beings had advanced cultures in America thousands of years before Christopher Columbus ever thought of sailing across the Atlantic. In America there were of course Vikings who moved as deep into the country as Oklahoma and Minnesota. There were also Chinese who apparently mated with a giant species of man possibly from the lost tribes of Israel. There were Aztecs and Mayans who traveled up the Mississippi to exchange goods with Cahokia and other large population centers with advanced knowledge of astronomy and mythology. And likely there were advanced cultures in America before any of those groups came to be—well before Europe was even a land of kingdoms. But to maintain the illusion that Europe had discovered America—much evidence had been destroyed on purpose.

So Beck’s video drama is not far off the mark. Revisionist history is hard at work in the present trying to erase events only decades old—let alone centuries so that an order centered around collectivism can rise to power. And if that assault is not met with aggression, Beck’s apocalypse will come true. So I write my postings, my books, and do whatever I can to preserve the history that I have witnessed personally through a colorful life full of experience. I have first hand witnessed the world before the revisionists put their hands on fate—so I’m dedicated to that preservation.

 

The history erasing is mostly happening by the public school system followed closely by the media. The most current evidence of historic revision is the Cuban issue of Obama reopening ties with the southern communist country. In my lifetime I watched the Cold War struggles between America and Cuba and have watched how during the Obama presidency that slowly the anger toward communism has abated with full support of the media culture to watch the revision of a former enemy to a friendly southern neighbor occur virtually overnight. Within a few years the dark days of the Cold War will be wiped away.

 

Ironically the best way to study revisionist techniques comes from the attempted passage of local school levy issues where public relations professionals spin reality often and hide crimes to gain tax increases by public vote. They will cheat any way possible to acquire their funds. The same basic Alinsky methods have been used by the Obama White House to cover their many scandals. Once that game is understood it is easy to see how history is being erased right before our eyes as fast as it is created.

Beck’s apocalyptic vision is quite realistic if taken at the value of true observation. Those who might call it conspiratorial or paranoid are the type of people erasing history presently. And this cannot be allowed to occur. So in a lot of ways I have dedicated my life to the preservation, and resurrection of the proper history before it is gone forever—wiped clean by the revisionists trying to hide their tracks. And that was the content of the talk Doc and I had. 2015 should be a very interesting year.

Rich Hoffman

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Communist Cuba Open for Business: Obama’s master plan

Book your trip to communist Cuba now; America’s unofficial communist president has just declared an end to the half century stalemate between capitalism and communism by surrendering to the later. Barack Obama showed what kind of secret deals he’s capable of as he arranged between the United Nations, the Pope, and Cuba a lifting of the sanctions against the oppressed island to the south of Florida to provide that communist country an infusion into their economy that will at least allow American tourism to flow money into the pockets of the Cuban people. What Obama gets out of the deal is that Americans will get a taste of communism polished up specifically for the influx of tourism to help expand the ideals stateside. Ultimately it’s about economically propping up Cuba in much the way that tourism helps Mexico so to disguise the terrible failures that socialism and communism have been to that country with American capitalism slowly weakened by inclusion into the international community watered down by Socialism International.

 

The Cuban deal is the opposite of OPEC’s maneuver where the oil-producing countries in agreement with the United Nations are lowering their prices to squeeze Russia out of the Ukraine—to take away the teeth of the aggressive president and former KGB member. The declining oil prices are meant to strangle Russia’s emerging oil markets and choke off their economy until Putin says uncle and plays nicely one again on the playground of the international community. At that time, oil prices will return to the previous levels so to force car companies and airline manufactures into more environmentally friendly innovations.

 

The Cuban model as Obama sees it will follow a similar path as communist China by allowing private investment to bring money into the country so that the communist nation can appear to be successful only by marriage with the capitalist America. Communist countries in such a marriage are like the parasitic spouse who simply lives off the money the other spouse makes—and does little to contribute to the relationship—like a trophy wife without the trophy. China likes western money because it makes them look like they have an expanding economy—but without capitalism in the world, there would be nobody to give them money leaving China to be an armpit in the global economy.

Cuba has not been forced to amend its oppressive ways—Obama has simply folded and given the communists everything they wanted. In the chess game of global politics which desires socialism to accompany a central power at the United Nations governing world affairs, Obama can further weaken America while propping up Cuban communism so that the ideals of collective endeavor can gain a further foothold among countries like China that are emerging markets of expanding economy.

Obama has simply shown the cards we always knew he held—but denied. Now in his last two years of office he is clearly the communist from the South Side of Chicago that he has been accused of. The only difference is that now it is unmistakable what his intentions have always been. It’s not the freedom of the Cuban people from oppression—it is the lowering of America into the grip of communism by allowing tourists to visit the country—buy its cigars and come back to the voting booths declaring—“its not so bad in Cuba.” But what they won’t see on the tours are the prisons of those prosecuted under the Castro brothers—and the oppression that has long stained that country with the taint of communism and all its ugly tenets.

Even though Obama brought the Pope into the deal to take the edge off the conservative right and their Catholic followers—the intent is clear. And again I can only say that I and several others told you so dear reader. But you didn’t listen.

Rich Hoffman

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