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The Importance of Women: My gift to you–ZZ Top and the Lady of Tubber Tintye

As I was doing research for the Duck Dynasty story, (CLICK HERE FOR REVIEW) I ran across an extremely well done video remake of the “Legs” video, by ZZ Top.  I thought the video remarkable not for the pornographic nature of it but the content.  In it a young man enters a lair of beautiful women situated in various provocative poses.  Scattered throughout are other young men who appear to have coupled with some of the women, but the young man does not stop and linger on any of the girls.  Instead, he proceeds on until he finds the ultimate beauty which is the apparent object of his quest.  For me the video represents the best I have seen on YouTube during the year of 2013.  Upon watching it I was immediately reminded of the story the King of Erin and the Lady of Tubber Tintye.

I have told the story of the Lady of Tubber Tintye to my entire family, particularly the women.  It is the classic goddess motif summed up within a story of a typical hero adventure.  Yet it is so precisely told as to the psychological problem that young men all share and how all societies fundamentally function that I think it has tremendous merit.  I ran into the story through my studies of Joseph Campbell, and over the years have argued with several feminists—who went on to write their doctorial thesis on this story as evidence that feminism rules the universe.  Only most of them missed the point of the story.  Feminists tend to cherry pick the academic observations of people like Campbell who translated generations of mythological tales into the lens of progressive interpretation—which destroys the nature of the story—which was the point of the doctorial thesis interpretations.   So what I’d like to do is present to you Dear Reader the story of Tubber Tintye and the King of Erin, then at the end I’ll explain what’s going on and how it applies to that ZZ Top video.  The sum of that explanation has the power to restore our society and is not to be taken lightly, or brushed off carelessly as didactic pornography.  I will highlight in bold below the passage of the story as it most applies to the aforementioned video.  Then I will break down how this metaphor has a direct impact on our current society.  Please take the time to read this carefully.  It’s very important.

The King of Erin and the Queen of the Lonesome Island

THERE was a king in Erin long ago, and this king went out hunting one day, but saw nothing till near sunset, when what should come across him but a black pig.

“Since I’ve seen nothing all day but this black pig, I’II be at her now,” said the king; so he put spurs to his horse and raced after the pig.

When the pig was on a hill he was in the valley behind her; when he was on a hill, the pig was in the valley before him. At last they came to the sea-side, and the pig rushed out into the deep water straight from the shore. The king spurred on his horse and followed the black pig through the sea till his horse failed under him and was drowned.

Then the king swam on himself till he was growing weak, and said: “It was for the death of me that the black pig came in my way.”

But he swam on some distance yet, till at last he saw land. The pig went up on an island; the king too went on shore, and said to himself: “Oh! it is for no good that I came here; there is neither house nor shelter to be seen.” But he cheered up after a while, walked around, and said: “I’m a useless man if I can’t find shelter in some place.”

After going on a short space he saw a great castle in a valley before him. When he came to the front of the castle he saw that it had a low door with a broad threshold all covered with sharp-edged razors, and a low lintel of long-pointed needles. The path to the castle was covered with gravel of gold. The king came up, and went in with a jump over the razors and under the needles. When inside he saw a great fire on a broad hearth, and said to himself, ” I’ll sit down here, dry my clothes, and warm my body at this fire.”

As he sat and warmed himself, a table came out before him with every sort of food and drink, without his seeing any one bring it.

“Upon my honor and power,” said the king of Erin, “there is nothing bad in this! I’ll eat and drink my fill.”

Then he fell to, and ate and drank his fill. When he had grown tired, he looked behind him, and if he did he saw a fine room, and in it a bed covered with gold. ” Well,” said he, ” I’ll go back and sleep in that bed a while, I ‘m so tired.”

He stretched himself on the bed and fell asleep. In the night he woke up, and felt the presence of a woman in the room. He reached out his hand towards her and spoke, but got no answer; she was silent.

When morning came, and he made his way out of the castle, she spread a beautiful garden with her Druidic spells over the island, – so great that though he travelled through it all day he could not escape from it. At sunset he was back at the door of the castle; and in he went over the razors and under the needles, sat at the fire, and the table came out before him as on the previous evening. He ate, drank, and slept on the bed; and when he woke in the night, there was the woman in the room but she was silent and unseen as before.

When he went out on the second morning the king of Erin saw a garden three times more beautiful than the one of the day before. He travelled all day, but could not escape, – could not get out of the garden. At sunset he was back at the door of the castle; in he went over the razors and under the needles, ate, drank, and slept, as before.

In the middle of the night he woke tip, and felt the presence of the woman in the room. “Well,” said he, “it is a wonderful thing for me to pass three nights in a room with a woman, and not see her nor know who she is!”

“You won’t have that to say again, king of Erin,” answered a voice. And that moment the room was filled with a bright light, and the king looked upon the finest woman he had ever seen.

Well, king of Erin, you are on LonesomeIsland. I am the black pig that enticed you over the land and through the sea to this place, and I am queen of LonesomeIsland. My two sisters and I are under a Druidic spell, and we cannot escape from this spell till your son and mine shall free us. Now, king of Erin, I will give you a boat to-morrow morning, and do you sail away to your own kingdom.”

In the morning she went with him to the sea-shore to the boat. The king gave the prow of the boat to the sea, and its stern to the land; then he raised the sails, and went his way. The music he had was the roaring of the wind with the whistling of eels, and he broke neither oar nor mast till he landed under his own castle in Erin.

Three quarters of a year after, the queen of Lonesome Island gave birth to a son. She reared him with care from day-to-day and year to year till he was a splendid youth. She taught him the learning of wise men one half of the day, and warlike exercises with Druidic spells the other half.

One time the young man, the prince of Lonesome Island, came in from hunting, and found his mother sobbing and crying.

“Oh! what has happened to you, mother? ” he asked.

“My son, great grief has come on me. A friend of mine is going to be killed to-morrow.”

“Who is he?

“The king of Erin. The king of Spain has come against him with a great army. He wishes to sweep him and his men from the face of the earth, and take the kingdom himself.”

“Well, what can we do? If I were there, I’d help the king of Erin.”

Since you say that, my son, I’ll send you this very evening. With the power of my Druidic spells, you’ll be in Erin in the morning.”

The prince of Lonesome Island went away that night, and next morning at the rising of the sun he drew up his boat under the king’s castle in Erin. He went ashore, and saw the whole land black with the forces of the king of Spain, who was getting ready to attack the king of Erin and sweep him and his men from the face of the earth.

The prince went straight to the king of Spain, and said, ” I ask one day’s truce.”

“You shall have it, my champion,” answered the king of Spain.

The prince then went to the castle of the king of Erin, and stayed there that day as a guest. Next morning early he dressed himself in his champion’s array, and, taking his nine-edged sword, he went down alone to the king of Spain, and, standing before him, bade him guard himself.

They closed in conflict, the king of Spain with all his forces on one side, and the prince of Lonesome Island on the other, They fought an awful battle that day from sunrise till sunset. They made soft places hard, and hard places soft; they made high places low, and low places high; they brought water out of the centre of hard gray rocks, and made dry rushes soft in the most distant parts of Erin till sunset; and when the sun went down, the king of Spain and his last man were dead on the field.

Neither the king of Erin nor his forces took part in the battle. They had no need, and they had no chance.

Now the king of Erin had two sons, who were such cowards that they hid themselves from fright during the battle; but their mother told the king of Erin that her elder son was the man who had destroyed the king of Spain and all his men.

There was great rejoicing and a feast at the castle of the king of Erin. At the end of the feast the queen said: ” I wish to give the last cup to this stranger who is here as a guest; ” and taking him to an adjoining chamber which had a window right over the sea, she seated him in the open window and gave him a cup of drowsiness to drink. When he had emptied the cup and closed his eyes, she pushed him out into the darkness.

The prince of Lonesome Island swam on the water for four days and nights, till he came to a rock in the ocean, and there he lived for three months, eating the seaweeds of the rock, till one foggy day a vessel came near and the captain cried out: ” We shall be wrecked on this rock! ” Then he said, “There is some one on the rock; go and see who it is.”

They landed, and found the prince, his clothes all gone, his body black from the seaweed, which was growing all over it.

“Who are you? ” asked the captain.

“Give me first to eat and drink, and then I’ll talk,” said he.

They brought him food and drink; and when he had eaten and drunk, the prince said to the captain: “What part of the world have you come from?

“I have just sailed from Lonesome Island,” said the captain. “I was obliged to sail away, for fire was coming from every side to burn my ship.”

“Would you like to go back?”

“I should indeed.”

“Well, turn around; you’ll have no trouble if I am with you.”

The captain returned. The queen of Lone-some Island was standing on the shore as the ship came in.

“Oh, my child!” cried she, ” why have you been away so long?”

The queen of Erin threw me into the sea after I had kept the head of the king of Erin on him, and saved her life too.

“Well, my son, that will come up against the queen of Erin on another day.”

Now, the prince lived on Lonesome Island three years longer, till one time he came home from hunting, and found his mother wringing her hands and shedding bitter tears.

“Oh! what has happened?” asked he.

“I am weeping because the king of Spain has gone to take vengeance on the king of Erin for the death of his father, whom you killed.”

“Well, mother, I’ll go to help the king of Erin, if you give me leave.”

“Since you have said it, you shall go this very night.”

He went to the shore. Putting the prow of his bark to the sea and her stern to land, he raised high the sails, and heard no sound as he went but the pleasant wind and the whistling of eels, till he pulled up his boat next morning under the castle of the king of Erin and went on shore.

The whole country was black with the troops of the king of Spain, who was just ready to attack, when the prince stood before him, and asked a truce till next morning.

“That you shall have, my champion,” answered the king. So there was peace for that day.

Next morning at sunrise, the prince faced the king of Spain and his army, and there followed a struggle more terrible than that with his father; but at sunset neither the king of Spain nor one of his men was left alive.

The two sons of the king of Erin were frightened almost to death, and hid during the battle, so that no one saw them or knew where they were. But when the king of Spain and his army were destroyed, the queen said to the king: ” My elder son has saved us.” Then she went to bed, and taking the blood of a chicken in her mouth, spat it out, saying: “This is my heart’s blood; and nothing can cure me now but three bottles of water from Tubber Tintye, the flaming well.”

When the prince was told of the sickness of the queen of Erin, he came to her and said: ” I’ll go for the water if your two sons will go with me.”

“They shall go,” said the queen; and away went the three young men towards the East, in search of the flaming well.

In the morning they came to a house on the roadside; and going in, they saw a woman who had washed herself in a golden basin which stood before her. She was then wetting her head with the water in the basin, and combing her hair with a golden comb. She threw back her hair, and looking at the prince, said: ” You are welcome, sister’s son. What is on you? Is it the misfortune of the world that has brought you here?”

“It is not; I am going to Tubber Tintye for three bottles of water.”

“That is what you’ll never do; no man can cross the fiery river or go through the enchantments around Tubber Tintye. Stay here with me, and I’ll give you all I have.”

“No, I cannot stay, I must go on.”

“Well, you’ll be in your other aunt’s house tomorrow night, and she will tell you all.”

Next morning, when they were getting ready to take the road, the elder son of the queen of Erin was frightened at what he had heard, and said:

“I am sick; I cannot go farther.”

“Stop here where you are till I come back,” said the prince. Then he went on with the younger brother, till at sunset they came to a house where they saw a woman wetting her head from a golden basin, and combing her hair with a golden comb. She threw back her hair, looked at the prince, and said: “You are welcome, sister’s son! What brought you to this place? Was it the misfortune of the world that brought you to live under Druidic spells like me and my sisters?” This was the elder sister of the queen of the Lonesome Island.

“No,” said the prince; “I am going to Tubber Tintye for three bottles of water from the flaming well.”

“Oh, sister’s son, it’s a hard journey you ‘re on! But stay here to-night; to-morrow morning I’ll tell you all.”

In the morning the prince’s aunt said: “The queen of the Island of Tubber Tintye has an enormous castle, in which she lives. She has a countless army of giants, beasts, and monsters to guard the castle and the flaming well. There are thousands upon thousands of them, of every form and size. When they get drowsy, and sleep comes on them, they sleep for seven years without waking. The queen has twelve attendant maidens, who live in twelve chambers. She is in the thirteenth and innermost chamber herself. The queen and the maidens sleep during the same seven years as the giants and beasts. When the seven years are over, they all wake up, and none of them sleep again for seven other years. If any man could enter the castle during the seven years of sleep, he could do what he liked. But the island on which the castle stands is girt by a river of fire and surrounded by a belt of poison-trees.”

The aunt now blew on a horn, and all the birds of the air gathered around her from every place under the heavens, and she asked each in turn where it dwelt, and each told her; but none knew of the flaming well, till an old eagle said: ” I left Tubber Tintye to-day.”

“How are all the people there? ” asked the aunt.

“They are all asleep since yesterday morning,” answered the old eagle.

The aunt dismissed the birds; and turning to the prince, said, ” Here is a bridle for you. Go to the stables, shake the bridle, and put it on whatever horse runs out to meet you.”

Now the second son of the queen of Erin said:

“I am too sick to go farther.”

“Well, stay here till I come back,” said the prince, who took the bridle and went out.

The prince of the Lonesome Island stood in front of his aunt’s stables, shook the bridle, and out came a dirty, lean little shaggy horse.

“Sit on my back, son of the king of Erin and the queen of Lonesome Island,” said the little shaggy horse.

This was the first the prince had heard of his father. He had often wondered who he might be, but had never heard who he was before.

He mounted the horse, which said: ” Keep a firm grip now, for I shall clear the river of fire at a single bound, and pass the poison-trees; but if you touch any part of the trees, even with a thread of the clothing that’s on you, you’ll never eat another bite; and as I rush by the end of the castle of Tubber Tintye with the speed of the wind, you must spring from my back through an open window that is there; and if you don’t get in at the window, you ‘re done for. I’ll wait for you outside till you are ready to go back to Erin.”

The prince did as the little horse told him. They crossed the river of fire, escaped the touch of the poison-trees, and as the horse shot past the castle, the prince sprang through the open window, and came down safe and sound inside.

The whole place, enormous in extent, was filled with sleeping giants and monsters of sea and land, – great whales, long slippery eels, bears, and beasts of every form and kind. The prince passed through them and over them till he came to a great stairway. At the head of the stairway he went into a chamber, where he found the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, stretched on a couch asleep. ” I’II have nothing to say to you,” thought he, and went on to the next; and so he looked into twelve chambers. In each was a woman more beautiful than the one before. But when he reached the thirteenth chamber and opened the door, the flash of gold took the sight from his eyes. He stood a while till the sight came back, and then entered. In the great bright chamber was a golden couch, resting on wheels of gold. The wheels turned continually; the couch went round and round, never stopping night or day. On the couch lay the queen of Tubber Tintye; and if her twelve maidens were beautiful, they would not be beautiful if seen near her. At the foot of the couch was Tubber Tintye itself, – the well of fire. There was a golden cover upon the well, and it went around continually with the couch of the queen.

“Upon my word,” said the prince, “I’ll rest here a while.” And he went up on the couch, and never left it for six days and nights.

On the seventh morning he said, ” It is time for me now to leave this place.” So he came down and filled the three bottles with water from the flaming well. In the golden chamber was a table of gold, and on the table a leg of mutton with a loaf of bread; and if all the men in Erin were to eat for a twelvemonth from the table, the mutton and the bread would be in the same form after the eating as before.

The prince sat down, ate his fill of the loaf and the leg of mutton, and left them as he had found them. Then he rose up, took his three bottles, put them in his wallet, and was leaving the chamber, when he said to himself: “It would be a shame to go away without leaving something by which the queen may know who was here while she slept.” So he wrote a letter, saying that the son of the king of Erin and the queen of the Lonesome Island had spent six days and nights in the golden chamber of Tubber Tintye, had taken away three bottles of water from the flaming well, and had eaten from the table of gold. Putting this letter under the pillow of the queen, he went out, stood in the open window, sprang on the back of the lean and shaggy little horse, and passed the trees and the river unharmed.

When they were near his aunt’s house, the horse stopped, and said: ” Put your hand into my ear, and draw out of it a Druidic rod; then cut me into four quarters, and strike each quarter with the rod. Each one of them will become the son of a king, for four princes were enchanted and turned into the lean little shaggy horse that carried you to Tubber Tintye. When you have freed the four princes from this form you can free your two aunts from the spell that is on them, and take them with you to Lonesome Island.”

The prince did as the horse desired; and straightway four princes stood before him, and thanking him for what he had done, they departed at once, each to his own kingdom.

The prince removed the spell from his aunts, and, travelling with them and the two sons of the queen of Erin, all soon appeared at the castle of the king.

When they were near the door of their mother’s chamber, the elder of the two sons of the queen of Erin stepped up to the prince of Lonesome Island, snatched the three bottles from the wallet that he had at his side, and running up to his mother’s bed, said:

“Here, mother, are the three bottles of water which I brought you from Tubber Tintye.”

“Thank you, my son; you have saved my life,” said she.

The prince went on his bark and sailed away with his aunts to Lonesome Island, where he lived with his mother seven years.

When seven years were over, the queen of Tubber Tintye awoke from her sleep in the golden chamber; and with her the twelve maidens and all the giants, beasts, and monsters that slept in the great castle.

When the queen opened her eyes, she saw a boy about six years old playing by himself on the floor. He was very beautiful and bright, and he had gold on his forehead and silver on his poll. When she saw the child, she began to cry and wring her hands, and said: ” Some man has been here while I slept.”

Straightway she sent for her Seandallglic (old blind sage), told him about the child, and asked:

“What am I to do now?”

The old blind sage thought a while, and then said: “Whoever was here must be a hero; for the child has gold on his forehead and silver on his poll, and he never went from this place without leaving his name behind him. Let search be made, and we shall know who he was.”

Search was made, and at last they found the letter of the prince under the pillow of the couch. The queen was now glad, and proud of the child.

Next day she assembled all her forces, her giants and guards; and when she had them drawn up in line, the army was seven miles long from van to rear. The queen opened through the river of fire a safe way for the host, and led it on till she came to the castle of the king of Erin. She held all the land near the castle, so the king had the sea on one side, and the army of the queen of Tubber Tintye on the other, ready to destroy him and all that he had. The queen sent a herald for the king to come down.

“What are you going to do?” asked the king when he came to her tent. “I have had trouble enough in my life already, without having more of it now.”

“Find for me,” said the queen, “the man who came to my castle and entered the golden chamber of Tubber Tintye while I slept, or I’ll sweep you and all you have from the face of the earth.

The king of Erin called down his elder son, and asked: ” Did you enter the chamber of the queen of Tubber Tintye?”

“I did.”

“Go, then, and tell her so, and save us.”

He went; and when he told the queen, she said:

“If you entered my chamber, then mount my gray steed.”

He mounted the steed; and if he did, the steed rose in the air with a bound, hurled him off his back, in a moment, threw him on a rock, and dashed the brains out of his head.

The king called down his second son, who said that he had been in the golden chamber. Then he mounted the gray steed, which killed him as it had his brother.

Now the queen called the king again, and said:

“Unless you bring the man who entered my golden chamber while I slept, I ‘II not leave a sign of you or anything you have upon the face of the earth.”

Straightway the king sent a message to the queen of Lonesome Island, saying: ” Come to me with your son and your two sisters!”

The queen set out next morning, and at sunset she drew up her boat under the castle of the king of Erin. Glad were they to see her at the castle, for great dread was on all.

Next morning the king went down to the queen of Tubber Tintye, who said: “Bring me the man who entered my castle, or I’ll destroy you and all you have in Erin this day.”

The king went up to the castle; immediately the prince of Lonesome Island went to the queen.

“Are you the man who entered my castle?” asked she.

“I don’t know,” said the prince.

“Go up now on my gray steed! ” said the queen.

He sat on the gray steed, which rose under him into the sky. The prince stood on the back of the horse, and cut three times with his sword as he went up under the sun. When he came to the earth again, the queen of Tubber Tintye ran over to him, put his head on her bosom, and said:

“You are the man.”

Now she called the queen of Erin to her tent, and drawing from her own pocket a belt of silk, slender as a cord, she said: ” Put this on.”

The queen of Erin put it on, and then the queen of Tubber Tintye said: ” Tighten, belt! ” The belt tightened till the queen of Erin screamed with pain. “Now tell me,” said the queen of Tubber Tintye, “who was the father of your elder son.”

“The gardener,” said the queen of Erin.

Again the queen of Tubber Tintye said:

“Tighten, belt! ” The queen of Erin screamed worse than before; and she had good reason, for she was cut nearly in two. ” Now tell me who was the father of your second son.”

“The big brewer,” said the queen of Erin.

Said the queen of Tubber Tintye to the king of Erin: ” Get this woman dead.”

The king put down a big fire then, and when it was blazing high, he threw the wife in, and she was destroyed at once.

Now do you marry the queen of Lonesome Island, and my child will be grandchild to you and to her,” said the queen of Tubber Tintye.

This was done, and the queen of Lonesome Island became queen of Erin and lived in the castle by the sea. And the queen of Tubber Tintye married the prince of Lonesome Island, the champion who entered the golden chamber while she slept.

Now the king of Erin sent ten ships with messages to all the kings of the world, inviting them to come to the wedding of the queen of Tubber Tintye and his son, and to his own wedding with the queen of Lonesome Island.

The queen removed the Druidic spells from her giants, beasts, and monsters; then went home, and made the prince of Lonesome Island king of Tubber

http://www.sacred-texts.com/neu/celt/mfli/mfli05.htm

What is missing from our modern age is that the Lady of Tubber Tintye types, the goddesses of our society have been destroyed by feminism.  The goal of such goddesses in tales such as this is to provoke in young men the ultimate prize.  To apply this story to the ZZ Top video above, the hero protagonist could have stopped and engaged in sexual delight with any of the previous women of the Lady’s chamber, but he held out until he discovered the ultimate prize.  However, along the way he witnessed many men had fallen for the women in the first few rooms—and those men were of lower quality.  They had failed in their quest—and settled.

The modern progressive approach to this problem because not all women can be of a quality like the Lady of Tubber Tintye is to make them equal to the guys in the first few rooms—the failed ones who settled too easily and quickly for sexual gratification.  If one were to break down the fundamental mentality of all progressive philosophy and how it directly applies to Common Core education, feminism, gay rights, and government statism—at the core of their approach is the destruction of such goddess symbols in our society.

The reason is that such women become matriarchs of their families and the destruction of family units are what progressives are after—so that the collective state will replace the matriarch and patriarch of the modern family.  By removing the Tubber Tintye type women from culture, statists take away the incentive for strong-willed men to proceed along looking for the perfect sexual experience.  By destroying the image of the goddess which most men yearn for—like the guy in the ZZ Top video—they force all men to settle with common women in the first few rooms with a kind of intellectual orgy arranged by progressives for their benefit.

I married a Lady of Tubber Tintye.  She made me work hard for the bliss of her spinning couch.  And because she did, I valued our relationship.  And because I valued that relationship, the products of that union, the children, the nieces, the nephews, the in-laws, all the aspects of it have increased value because of my raised awareness of their importance—again brought forth by the struggle to resist the temptation to pick women from the first couple of rooms—the common girls who were only booby traps to hold intellectual pursuits suppressed with a sexual ecstasy that is conciliatory—not ecstatic.  The tragedy is that not all women are qualified to be Lady’s of Tubber Tintye, just as all men are not qualified to be The Prince of Lonesome Island.  But all men and all women should strive to be—even if they fall short.  Because such struggles are what bring forth quality, higher quality people, higher quality relationships, and higher quality intellects.  Through the struggle of existence—in this case of the Prince of Lonesome Island to seeking three bottles of water from a sacred well at Tubber Tintye, we solve the problems of living life.

Stories like this Tubber Tintye story have a level of sophistication that is not present in our current society.  With all the tools available to the 21st Century human being—we are more asleep than ever, primarily because of the imposition that global politics has played through the progressive movement to redefine the roles that rest at the heart of social psychology.  The political and social progressive is attempting to recreate the human mind and they are failing.  The intention is to destroy the motive of individual achievement in favor of statism.  Young men are discouraged from attempting to win their Lady of Tubber Tintyes by removing through feminism women who are capable of raising the level of society through their goddess power.

A woman does not have to be beautiful in the classic sense to be a Lady of Tubber Tintye.  They may not have physical beauty.  However, what is in their heart must compensate, and many women fall into this category.  They may lack sexual prowess, but harness motherly care that husbands and children both yearn for.  They may not be as beautiful as the women in the ZZ Top video, but are beautiful in other ways that cannot be photographed.  For the sake of story, physical beauty is the proper metaphor for the kind of beauty that comes from such women.

I have yet to see an academic from any of the mainstream colleges, the Yale types, the Harvards, the Oxfords who can pass through a college professor gatekeeper an interpretation of that Tubber Tintye story without slanting it toward the modern interpretation of feminism as advanced through progressive theory.  Just as progressives have done with the gay rights dialogue, they have attempted to capture the message by redefining the words.  In the case of the Tubber Tintye story the definition of “goddess” has been changed by modern academia not to hold sexual superiority to men, and a boon to the world through phallic power achieved because of the desire to win a woman, but to make the woman the equalizer of all society—by making them equal to men.  The men as they enter the various chambers of the Lady of Tubber Tintye mostly fall victim to the women of the first twelve rooms.  They did not have the power in themselves to hold out until the last room where the golden lady resided.  Most of the time they are like the Queen of Erin’s sons—cowards conceived out of adulterous lust and shameless value.  This initiation process brought forth the trial and tribulations which allowed the young prince to solve the problems of his kingdom.  Under modern progressive interpretation, the message to all women is to be one of the girls in the first rooms so there is no ultimate goal at the end on a golden couch.  Make it easy for the men so they are all equal, and make it easy for all the other girls, since they are not goddesses, but only gate keepers to the ultimate prize.

Out of my hundreds of daily readers I am aware that only two or three will read this entire story—and understand what the purpose is.  But for those two or three, I do the work because it is extremely important to understand.  Without a firm understanding of these basic concepts, society will be destroyed and redefined by inferior minds built by the lazy good for nothings in the first few rooms of that ZZ Top video.  The video itself was clearly done by filmmakers aware of this Tubber Tintye story.  For commercial reasons it was done in a sexy way to entice viewers.  However, the reason the visuals work on a primal level for males, and females is that they understand the story of Tubber Tintye from an innate appreciation of such stories.  Most every young boy dreams of growing up and slaying dragons, and winning a woman like the one in the Tubber Tintye story.  From the ages of 1 to 12 they all have a chance of hitting it big time with such a woman.  However, once they begin to use sex as proof of their manhood they tend to make concessions and end up often with the kind of women in the first few rooms—airheads that look nice, but have little really going on behind the eyes. The men who jump at such women might find them in real society in brothels, escort services, strip joints, or ladder climbers at their places of business.  If they take on those kinds of girls they’ll never reach their own version of the Lady of Tubber Tintye at the end of the long hall in the 13th room.

The job of all women is to attempt to become a Lady of Tubber Tintye, and not to settle in their lives into being one of the try-out girls on the way snagging up all the weak-minded men.  The progressive movement is entirely about destroying the Lady of Tubber Tintye types so that no man has the option of one.  In such an absence, personal kingdoms collapse to the will of statism and government can rule every individual mind as the sex obsessed must cohabitate with all the would be Prince of Lonesome Island.  This story is my Christmas present to my readers—even though I know most people will not understand it.  I have to try.  Understanding this story is the key to the freedom movement and the proper restoration of the American family.  Understanding this story will destroy progressivism and restore health to all world cultures—if only people would accept the root definitions of the role women have to a man’s mind, and how important that role is to the preservation of mankind.  I’m not talking about a throwback to the times of the cowboy, or the 1950s, but the primal underpinnings of mythology that reside as far back as the first flicker of fire from an emerging Neanderthal.

If you are a woman, be the Lady of Tubber Tintye to your family.  If you are a man, be the Prince of Lonesome Island.  In the ZZ Top video, the protagonist is a modern Prince.  Be that guy—and you will not only save yourself, your future family, but all of humanity by avoiding the easy girls in the first rooms of temptation.    Save your energy for the Lady on the Golden Couch in the 13th room, because only she is worth the effort and that effort will save the world and everyone in it.  The Lady of Tubber Tintye is Ariel from the film The Litter Mermaid, she is Princess Leia from Star Wars, she is Christine from Phantom of the Opera—she is every major character in every major story in the history of all stories.  The Lady of Tubber Tintye is even Mia Wallace from the film Pulp Fiction—it doesn’t matter that she was a drug addict—she as the goddess who had the power to pull Vincent Vega into a place he had never considered going before.  She is the Virgin Mary who brought Jesus into the world, or depending on religious conviction, she is Mary Magdallen who served as inspiration to stand up to the Pharisees in the darkest of times prior to his conviction and execution.  Every major successful story has a Lady of Tubber Tintye—even in The Lord of the Rings where the female goddess image has been replaced metaphorically as The Shire, which is an actual place. Galadriel, Arwen, and Éowyn, serve as the typical goddess figures, Galadriel pulls the Hobbits together for the bravery needed for their quest, Arwen does the same for Aragorn and Eowyn performs this task for her entire kingdom ultimately saving her father from the treachery of Worm Tongue and the forces behind him.  But the female goddess of Tubber Tintye is the actual Shire for the purposes of plot.  All good stories have a Tubber Tintye character just as all good families do, and marriages.  Without some goddess figures in the lives of the men, everything perishes—plot, motivation—even the willpower to get out of bed in the morning.  Is it any wonder that so many young men cannot find the ambition to get up in the morning………..when sex is placed so easily before them in the first few rooms of their life—what is their to work for?  The answer is nothing.

Men and women are not equal.  They are different.  Men need women to provide intended focus.  Those who do not have women in their lives tend to drift through life unfocused and full of folly.  On the other hand, women will look for many years and wait patiently for their own version of the Prince of the Lonely Island.  Some go their entire lives continuing to look for him—even after they have long married and had children.  Social pressure often pushes them into the arms of men they marry to please their parents, but their hearts are seldom in it.  That was the story of Francesca Johnson from the novel The Bridges of Madison County which mysteriously sold over 50 million copies.  The story featured a four-day affair with the noble character Robert Kincaid after years of marriage to a good man—but a common farmer not worthy of her healing power on the golden couch—not willing to take water out of a flaming well for anybody so long as the crops were ready for the state fair.  More contemporarily, she is Anastasia “Ana” Steele the 21-year-old college senior attending Washington State University in Vancouver, Washington taming through sexual bondage the billionaire 27-year-old Christian Grey.  All those stories feature a goddess figure that heals the world through her love and power.  If that element is removed, the story falls flat nearly 100% of the time.  And the results are absolutely no different in real life—when a strong female is not driving quality in her relationships, the world falls apart.  She is different from men who do not have this power.  Men have the power to slay dragons and wage war with each other—but women provide the context for the value in it.  If the woman is corrupt, then the endeavor becomes corrupt.  If the woman is righteous, such as in the Lady of Tubber Tintye—there is goodness for all as a direct byproduct of her effort.

These things cannot be escaped from—they are the rules of life.  They cannot be willed from existence such as progressives hope to do with homosexual endorsements.  Men and women cannot be made equal with hope and prayers.  Such equality cannot be given through legislation.  The desire for the Ladies of Tubber Tintye is deep in the heart of all people everywhere.  It comes out in our oldest and newest stories and are legends for a reason.  Stories that do a good job at capturing the latest Tubber Tintye version make millions of dollars not because of some trick, but because these are the stories that people crave to see—as there is a truth in those stories that cannot be reached any other way.  The lesson, which is captured so eloquently in the ZZ Top “Legs” video, is that the message that still has the most power in our culture whether it be a movie, a song, or an ad for sunglasses—is the woman is the vehicle to reach some higher place.  Get a better job get a better woman.  Drive a better car, get a better woman.  Dress nicely, get approval from better women.  Put on cologne, and gain the attraction of better women.  Goddess figure women are the dominate drivers of culture from selling jeans to automobiles.  Advertisers who have experimented with more gender neutral images find that their sales plummet, because the world is driven by the image and promise of the Lady of Tubber Tintye.  Women do not function from the same mentality.  They know innately that they are trying to appeal to be that woman from the golden couch.  They get their nails done hoping their men will work to appeal to them, their hair, their ear rings, their perfume, their diets—all in a hope of finding a Prince of the Lonesome Island who will seek their well of flaming water.  If they are lucky women, they marry such Princes, but most don’t.  They instead become bitter hags, school levy supporters, progressive bitches and detriments to all humanity.  They spend billions of dollars a year to try to pretend they are Ladies of Tubber Tintye, but because of their poor decisions, are simply women of that first room—taken by the most impatient and weak men lacking the willpower to hold out for the best of the best—the woman on the Golden Couch spinning at the center of the world and the power that drives everything.

I could write a book about this topic and make a lot of money from it.  If I wanted to, I could probably take this act on the road and do speaking engagements on the topic.  But I offer it to those here with the gumption to read it for free.  It is my hope that you Dear Reader will take the time to read and study all this and learn from it.  If you do, the world can begin to solve some of its problems, and in the end—that’s all I want.

Rich Hoffman

 www.OVERMANWARRIOR.com

 

The ‘Duck Dynasty’ Controversy: Things that stink and things that don’t

I have never seen an episode of Duck Dynasty.  I have only seen interviews of the main characters on television interviews—so I have no way of knowing anything about the actual show they conduct.  My primary exposure to them comes from a table full of material they have at my local bookstore that I can’t help but notice during my weekly visit to purchase my supply of books.  From what I know about them, they appear to be like most of the people I know—so there is no drive for me to see how they live.  I’m already where they are—so there is nothing special going on.  If I had to put my finger onto why they have the top rated show on cable television it would be due to the fact that through progressive educations, everyone else is rediscovering their value system which has been socially suppressed through the Duck Dynasty.

A good friend of mine who sometimes opines here grew a long beard like the Duck Dynasty guys during an age when it was really unpopular.  He was only 25 years old at the time so he looked oddly out-of-place everywhere he went—which was fine with me.  I enjoyed his brand of rebellion, so the odd looks suited my entertainment.  We’d go out to eat at a Wendy’s or McDonald’s, I’d have my hat on, he’d have his long flowing beard and people thought we stepped out of the Appalachian mountains while other people our age were dressing in the latest campus fashions.  During the 90s nobody who lived near a city grew beards like that—only motorcycle riders, and mountain men.  That guy was a genius level personality who wanted desperately to be a mountain man—but too many social entanglements prevented it at the time.  So he grew a beard that would have made ZZ Top jealous.  But after a while, he moved through that phase and decided to shave it off and go clean shaven—so he cut the thing off and hung it on a wall in his bathroom, fully intact.  It was all woven together like someone had knitted it, and hung it in a mask like form on the wall next to his sink.  My daughters were scared of using the restroom at his home because of that beard.  They didn’t want to be in the same room with it.

So I have a little history with the type of people who are in the Duck Dynasty show.  There are quite a few of them who live from Appalachia to Utah.  They are quite common around Bristol, Tennessee, and can often be seen living in trailers in the middle of Idaho—living debt free and seeking no human entanglements.  If a person were to go to the Sturgis motorcycle rally in South Dakota, a lot of those beards would be seen.  They are as common as air in a place like that.  But in New York and Los Angeles they are an anomaly.  In those progressive cities, the European sensibilities have taken root from across both ponds, and people just don’t do those kinds of things.  Rugged individualism is a concept of wonder that they cannot grasp, which is why a progressive cable channel like A&E put the Robertson family on television to begin with—as a kind of eccentric fascination that the folks on Brand, and Wilshire Blvd could gawk at and feel good about themselves.  They had no idea they were tapping into a reservoir of unrepresented frustration experienced throughout the rest of the country. So I can see how they would be upset when A&E had to run up against the comments of Phil Robertson’s GQ interview about homosexual behavior—which represents most of the country’s opinion.  The LGBT (lesbians, gays, bisexuals, and transvestites) community represents around 3% of the total American population, but as a lobby force—since they have made themselves the squeaky wheels—they have captured the interests of major corporations terrified of activism lawsuits, if discrimination is shown toward gay oriented people.  So to prove corporations are open to all forms of living—so to avoid parasitic social shaping lawsuits, most corporations have come out in open acceptance of gay behavior—which was the reason for the aggressive action by the LGBT community regarding Phi Robertson.

Most corporate types lack any personal convictions—so they see no problem yielding to the LGBT community.  It is good business to show acceptance to all lifestyles.  Unfortunately for them, they are not very good at predicting content that the American people want—so they often happen across success by accident—which clearly was the case with the Duck Dynasty people.  They are used to celebrities who have found fame and fortune bending to their will to keep the money train humming along—and that includes yielding to special interest advocates like the LGBT community.  They are not used to celebrities like Phil Robertson who are functioning from an authenticity that is not for sale.  People like Phil Robertson are who they are whether or not they are being paid millions of dollars for it—and at the heart of the recent controversy where Phil Robertson made his feelings about gay sex quite clear—is the collision of progressive politics, and authenticity—the kind of honesty that has made the popular A&E television show so fashionable among a very hungry public.

I know a bit about what Phil is going through.  I know what’s it’s like to come across a progressive perception of things, and when told by the establishment to “apologize” and you don’t—but stick by your guns—which I will sum up at the end of this article.  The reason Robertson is in trouble is because of the kind of beliefs he has expressed below.  All of these issues are common observations from people in the flyover states, on the farms, the factories, and barber shops all across Middle America.  It is for that reason that they tune in to watch Duck Dynasty, because to them somebody finally put on a show that speaks to them—instead of some coastal crap about hippie free love, reckless religious conviction, and overly emotional despots.  The progressive establishment has worked hard to change the beliefs of people with an opposite message, which Phil Robertson exposed on episodes of their television show well before the recent gay remarks.

The below comments are excerpts from one of those insulted progressive types.  Check them out:

  • Robertson thinks black Americans were treated just fine in the Jim Crow-era South, and that they were happy there. “I never, with my eyes, saw the mistreatment of any black person. Not once. Where we lived was all farmers. The blacks worked for the farmers. I hoed cotton with them. I’m with the blacks, because we’re white trash. We’re going across the field…. They’re singing and happy. I never heard one of them, one black person, say, ‘I tell you what: These doggone white people’—not a word!… Pre-entitlement, pre-welfare, you say: Were they happy? They were godly; they were happy; no one was singing the blues.”

 

  • Robertson thinks the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor because they didn’t believe in Jesus. “All you have to do is look at any society where there is no Jesus. I’ll give you four: Nazis, no Jesus. Look at their record. Uh, Shintos? They started this thing in Pearl Harbor. Any Jesus among them? None. Communists? None. Islamists? Zero. That’s eighty years of ideologies that have popped up where no Jesus was allowed among those four groups. Just look at the records as far as murder goes among those four groups.”

 

But more specifically, based on the GQ article, Phil said:

“It seems like, to me, a vagina — as a man — would be more desirable than a man’s anus,” he said. “That’s just me. I’m just thinking: There’s more there! She’s got more to offer. I mean, come on, dudes! You know what I’m saying?

http://radaronline.com/exclusives/2013/12/duck-dynasty-gay-gq-phil-robertson-homophobe-homosexual/

What’s wrong with that?  It’s an opinion based on years of experience?  Yet the LGBT community believes this kind of opinion should be attacked because it goes against their social agenda which is the erosion of traditional values.  However, for a guy like me—that is an insult—when they attack traditional relationships with traditional sexual practices they are attacking me.  Yet I don’t protest Madonna who was a major advocate of the LGBT community, or Hillary Clinton who does the same—even though they only represent a very small portion of the population.  When Phil Robertson speaks, he’s stating what a guy like me is already thinking.

When the film Broke Back Mountain came out and those two mainstream actors had anal sex in a tent far away from their wives, then fell in love with each other,  I tried to watch and accept the story because it was so critically appraised.  But the unrealistic nature of the whole thing was inescapable.  I’ve been on many camping trips and on those kinds of endeavors with other guys—those kinds of activities are not desirable.  My wife and I never pass gas in front of each other, there is no belching at the Hoffman dinner table, and there are never, and I mean never, “toot jokes” in my home, or around me.  Human gas is a part of the digestion process, but it is also disgusting.  It belongs with the rest of human feces, somewhere out of site so that intellectual pursuits can be established.  The sex engaged in during Broke Back Mountain is unrealistic.  That would have made such a mess that the filth afterwards would have made their back country trip unbearably uncomfortable.  Without a shower immediately afterwards the smell would be disgusting.  When Phil Robertson was talking about a vagina over an anus he’s talking about this kind of thing.  With a woman, you can make love on a beach, in the woods, on top of your house, and when you’re done you don’t have to take a shower or even change the sheets.  You can just go to sleep.  With anal sex, absolutely no way—somebody will be taking a shower as feces would be everywhere.  For a gay couple to do such a thing then  go to sleep afterwards it would be like having a dog that rolled in feces out in the yard jump in your bed in the middle of the night and leave behind all the yard waste into the sheets of slumber.  It would not be a good thing.  Human beings have perverted the sex act and used such an orifice with the assistance of modern lubricants that are very unnatural.  Without access to such things, anal sex would be impossible unlike with a woman where once the engine is running, it takes care of itself.

I don’t even like to use the restroom on camping trips because it makes me feel dirty.  Fecal matter is not an attractive attribute of human existence.  The appeal of it is contrived, not natural—and for more people to experiment with it, the LGBT community needs people to participate in such sex out of rebellion against the establishment.  What Phil Robertson did was expose what everyone else is already thinking—and when they heard it; it got them off the hook of guilt that the gay community tries to invoke in order to promote their life style.  Many years ago I worked with a sexual deviant who shared a story with the same friend whom I referred to who grew the beard.  We were salesman at a dealership and between sales there was a lot of time to talk.  This guy and his wife were very adventurous sexually, and he’d tell us all about his latest escapades.  (My friend will remember the guy—his name was Perry.)  One thing he had done the previous night was have is wife defecate onto a sheet of glass that he put over his face so he could watch it drop out and plop against the barrier between him and his wife.  I told him he was insanely disgusting and he’d laugh and say, “To each, his own.”  He had a twisted sense of erotic behavior.  For me the smell alone would have been it, let alone watching such a thing.  For a gay couple, they would have to accept that kind of odor, and the byproducts of engagement.  A small percentage of the population likely has their wires crossed like that guy and his wife—where like dogs, they like fecal matter.  They have a right to like what they want, but I don’t want to know about it.  It is their dysfunctional behavior, not mine—and that is my general feeling about the whole LGBT population.

The gay pride people are afraid of people coming to these logical conclusions because it will end their spread of the social relationships between a man and a woman in a traditional family which they seek to destroy.  They have the same level of deceit that public schools have over their funding issues, or government has over its spending.  Being typical Kant trained Keynesian economic theorists they believe that as long as they do not speak of evil, hear any evil, or participate in any evil through their own lack of recognition of any value judgment, that there is no evil.   The LGBT community has the same approach, they want vagina sex to be equal to anal sex—and they aren’t, one stinks, and one doesn’t.  But in order to propel that belief, they need society to remain suppressed, and stupid acting out of rebellion, instead of logic.  Logic says that the dudes in Broke Back Mountain would have had to clean off their dip sticks somewhere after the act.  They wouldn’t just be able to get on their horses and do a day’s worth of hard riding.   Only a gay writer from Santa Monica could even think this was possible as he has countless gels and lotions next to his bed to disguise the odor.  But in Broke Back Mountain, such things were not around, only human spittle—nothing else—and that is just gross.

The reason for the beard and the popularity of the Duck Dynasty is that the characters are speaking the language of a part of society that has been suppressed deeply.  The explosion of popularity seen by the A&E show is the untapped potential that Hollywood has been trying to avoid so to propel a progressive agenda.  Duck Dynasty is about authenticity, and little else.  And that traditional authentic behavior is something that America is very hungry for.  What happened after Phil Robertson made his comments was that the LGBT community saw a sleeping giant come to Phil’s defense, and that scares them.  A&E thought a token suspension until everything cooled off would suffice, but it didn’t.  The LGBT community tried to force the issue, Phil Robertson didn’t back down, and lines in the sand were drawn.  Forty years of public relations work likely went out the window in the period of one week as a majority of America found themselves supporting Robertson, and rejecting the arguments of the LGBT community.  What will be one of the most common Christmas presents in 2013?  Likely, Duck Dynasty material.  What will be the number one topic around Christmas dinner tables—likely the stand Phil Robertson took against the LGBT community.  Without question, many people who try that whole back-door approach with their spouses find the whole thing a lot less appealing than the vagina.  The LGBT community has sold the whole thing in such a way that it makes people want to try it—but the reality is disgusting.  Phil Robertson just gave people who feel that way a pass to not try it—and that is what the LGBT community is terrified of.  Their peer pressure has folded because the Duck Dynasty guys refused to back off their position against anal sex.  Like the act itself, the concept has more appeal than the reality.  In the end, everything comes out smelling bad—just like the movement by the LGBT community.  And Americans don’t like things that stink.

Rich Hoffman

 www.OVERMANWARRIOR.com

 

Carlos Todd Wants His Republican Party Back: The strings that move John Boehner’s mouth

When I was a kid a lot of adults told me that I needed to grow up and get realistic about things—that my view of the world would either get me killed, or I’d kill myself in frustration over my unrealistic expectations.  Young people with the world in front of them, but little experience to discourage their results think they can conquer the world—singlehandedly if needed.  Adults then and now have the all-knowing vantage point of having been there and done it—and their advice is almost always that the idealism about life requires young people to “grow up,” to get, “realistic.”  What they really mean when they say such things is that being a grown up requires the compromising of beliefs.  Being a “grown up” requires yielding to the forces of existence instead of challenging them.  Well, I never listened.  I have been challenging things for almost half a century, and I’m not going to stop now—and many of those people who used to tell me to grow up, are now wondering how I have made it so far without bending to the will of the world of compromise that those adults always spoke of.  The anger is no longer a muffled breath—“someday he’ll grow up,” it is now serious concern—because it reflects back on them that they have cheapened their lives unnecessarily  to rules that they can now see delivered them to an abyss.

Needless to say I do not get invited to the Alderson Christmas party in my town—a place where all the movers and shakers gather to be seen—and is the crux of local politics.   Mostly Republicans go to such things, some Democrats, freedom fighting libertarians and even some non-political spirits—but what most of them all have in common is that they are “grown ups,” under the definitions established by the mysticism of establishment culture—formulated by compromises over many years.  What makes this year different is that the adults of that world are now telling those of us heavy in the freedom movement that it’s time to grow up and get serious about the future and to validate their point—they often look to the invite list of events like the mentioned Christmas Parties.  If you want to become invited, then you must grow up and accept certain things.  The payoff for growing up is that you can associate with the wealthy and powerful, and establish networking connections that will benefit your life.  If you are not at these kinds of parties then you are on your own—but otherwise cast out of the social circle that controls everything—thus meaning that you will suffer.  The people who control these party invite lists are the actual people who shape the tone of a culture for better or worse—because they gain control of the adults and their goals, and can thus steer them into the proper direction.

Some of the people on said invite lists are my old No Lakota Levy friends.  When I served as a spokesman for that group which I started, former rivals such as the all-powerful developer Carlos Todd and less so Mark Sennett showed an interest in joining forces with me—so we put our differences aside to fight against a common enemy—the Lakota school system.   However, along the way, the threat of not being invited to such high-profile social engagements constantly threatened them—so they chose to stay in the shadows letting me do all the talking.  I didn’t care to be on the invite list to any parties, or charity events, so they got in behind me nicely and kept their mouths shut.  Yet when the heat got to be too much, people like Mark decided to break away from my ranks and do their own thing, claiming No Lakota Levy as their own.  CLICK TO REVIEW.  But it didn’t work out very well, and Mark ended up castigating himself from our group by the next election.  Again a year later when I called some of the levy rivals “latte sipping prostitutes with asses the size of car tires,” some of the big names in politics in No Lakota Levy wanted to distance themselves from me as I had proven to be too reckless for their “adult” sensibilities.  Everyone knew who I was really talking about, and it wasn’t the general mothers of West Chester—but the kind of people who make out the yearly Christmas Party list of such notable concern.  By associating with me, many people were afraid they wouldn’t be on such lists in the future—so they allowed themselves to be steered by establishment orthodoxy.  That establishment was made up of the classic “adult” types—people who have compromised themselves and their beliefs of youth to secure good livings for themselves and social connections that would take them there.  Since I didn’t function by those rules, nobody really knew what to do with me.   People of some level of prominence are supposed to care about things like that—but I never have—and I never will.  So this has left those people to whisper behind my back—“he needs to grow up.”  What they really mean……….under their breath is…………”I can’t compete.”

Well, one of those old No Lakota Levy guys came out this past week on the heels of John Boehner’s rant against the Tea Party and revealed where the Speaker of the House suddenly found courage against those who had been calling him a RINO.  Butler County, Ohio for as long as I’ve been alive is a staunch Republican area—but of late people like me have supported the Tea Party and people like the former head of the Republican Party in Southern Ohio Carlos Todd supported traditional machine politics.  For many years if a Republican wanted to get elected to office in Butler County, they had to go though Carlos Todd—including John Boehner.  But in 2010, to capitalize off the rise of the Tea Party movement, people like Todd helped put Tea Party supporter David Kern into his former seat to curry favor of this new demographic of Constitutional purists.  The move was equivalent to an adult pretending to be a cool, hip teenager by coming down to their level to ease social awkwardness.  The memo had gone out to all party Republicans instructing them to treat the Tea Party with respect and ride their wave.  Boehner did as he was told and once Nancy Pelosi was knocked out of the speaker seat, and Boehner took over—they actually pretended to read from The Constitution, so to make the Tea Party believe that Boehner was on their side.

But after the talk of making Ohio a right-to-work state which would harm governor Kasich’s chances for re-election in Ohio, and the Republican Party’s desire to cozy up with the sitting President in Obama—they have sought to distance themselves from the Tea Party.  In Butler County this has led to an influx of infighting among Republicans in virtually every seat held by an elected official.  Behind the scenes people like Carlos Todd, who have had their hands in just about everything political so to pave the way for profitable business relationships cut off the money to the Republican machine which brought harm to the party under Kern’s leadership causing the infighting to be much greater than it otherwise would.  This past week as Boehner denounced the Tea Party after a budget compromise and a tongue lashing during the press conference announcement—David Kern stepped down from his job as head of the Republican Party in Butler County.  On the heels of that announcement Carlos Todd circulated a memo through the Republican network to the effect, “it’s time to grow up.”

What Todd means by his statements is that the grownups in politics need to be able to generate revenue for the party and that all responsible participants need to drop these immature notions about The American Constitution for the good of all Republicans.  Yet the source of the infighting all along are those who only pretended to support the Tea Party when it benefited them, and now that the national conservative talking points are “immigration reform,” “compromise,” and improving their image with women, the puritan views of American foundation principles are supposed to be rejected.    John Boehner did not come out suddenly against the Tea Party out of genuine concern about their opinion of his budget compromise.  Boehner’s people were at the straw poll where it was revealed that no reasonable challenger could be agreed to pushing Boehner out of office during the upcoming primary.  But the fact that four people were considering challenging Boehner was enough to scare the Republican establishment and convince movers and shakers like Carlos Todd that it was time to retake control of the party again in Butler County.

Carlos and I have had words in the distant past.  During the No Lakota Levy days, we were polite to each other, and when his kind of people wanted to take control of the movement away from me he didn’t change my behavior to their frustration—as I didn’t care about invites to Christmas Parties and charity events.  Like the Tea Party they wanted to use me for as long as it was convenient, and when they were ready for a change, they’d make it.  Our parting was not some issue over an Enquirer article as much as the people behind the scenes stoking the fires to provoke the situation—people from both political sides—mine and the enemy.  Our relationship worked so long as we were working for the same goals–lower taxes in the Lakota district.  But at a point, the endeavor began to cost money, so they wished to change direction and distance themselves from the radical Rich Hoffman.  People like Karen Mantia know this about the Carlos Todd types, and they exploit them routinely.  So long as the motivation is purely money, people can be easily controlled, which is why the Republican Party has been demolished over a long-span of time under the leadership of the Carlos Todd types.  They stand for very little philosophically allowing them to be controlled by a minority of the population in progressives.  Some of those people I genuinely like, some of them I considered my enemies even as they sat one foot from my face.  But if I could use their money to accomplish a tactical objective that we mutually benefited from– I did.  But I would not yield to the ideal driving their strategy.  I had my own objectives.  In the case of Carlos, those types of convictions are not present.  With him, it’s all about the money, money for the party’s war chest, and money regarding personal finance.

I had a union supporter send me an email a few weeks back calling me Mr. Potter from It’s a Wonderful Life, which is one of my favorite all time films.  The guy was speaking with a level of naïveté that is innocently limited in its scope and world view.  I replied to him that I identified with the Baileys in that film, not Mr. Potter.  As a union trained mind, he thinks all people who support business, wealth, and productivity makes them greedy—like Mr. Potter.  But the breakdown is more complicated than that.  Because of Carlos Todd, my childhood home is now a sports bar.  Where I grew up and slept every day, is now a pissing post for drunks who park on the side lot of what used to be my vast front yard.  My mother has never been the same since that property was sold under an extensive zoning battle in Liberty Township that involved trustee Bob Shelly, Mark Sennett, Carlos Todd and a few others.  That was the home where my mom raised her family and the money didn’t take away the pain of surrendering those memories to the business interests aligned with politics to crush individual will.  I know who the Mr. Potter is in Butler County, and he wants his Republican Party back, and is making the move to secure that intention.

I’m not anti-business by any stretch of the imagination.  I respect people who create and make things from nothing—and being a developer does that—more so than the union loser who is just a parasite off existence.  So Carlos and his type were able to work with me on No Lakota Levy because we agreed on at least that much.  But when people make the assumption that I was fired from a group that I started in No Lakota Levy, the truth is far from their beliefs.  There were attempts to reel me in the same as what is going on now with the Republican Party and the Tea Party.  For most, the party invites are enough to keep alliances directed toward the party objectives—in spite of what personal beliefs may entail.  But, as I’ve pointed out many times, I’d rather play video games with my wife and kids all weekend than attend a formal at the Alderson’s house celebrating Christmas and being a member of the “elite.”  To me that kind of thing is worthless, and has no philosophical merit.  It also puts you at a tactical disadvantage because today’s friend may be tomorrow’s enemy—and it is best not to break too much bread with those types—because you may have to crush them at some point.  And it is not good to have friendships that may cause a hesitation when a good crushing is required.

However, the memo is out by those who want control of the Republican Party once again that it is time to grow up—do the adult thing—and serve the collective needs of the party.  It is coming out of John Boehner, it is coming out of John Kasich, it is coming out of Mitch McConnell, but the origin of all those opinions do not come from the politicians themselves, but the network of people attending the Alderson Christmas Party and people like Carlos Todd who work the strings of politics behind the scenes.  The memo these days say “How about initiating a ‘draft a grown up’ campaign,” to get the party together for the 2014 elections, and a push for president in 2016.  For those types of people, their eyes are always on politics and how they can make it profit them with crony capitalism—instead of the type I support in laissez-faire capitalism, which requires the best idea—instead of the connections one has built.  But when the guilt of living a life under such premises becomes too great, and the crony capitalist is forced to compete with the laissez-faire capitalist the crony is at a loss and cannot stand on the same ethical ground—so they do what the guilty adult says to the vibrant teenager—you need to grow up.  What they really mean is that you need to surrender your principles for the greater good of party politics and stop thinking so idealistically, and start thinking how you’re going to make a living for yourself.  For Carlos Todd, he has made a good living in aligning politics to his business needs.  And he wants to take the party away from the Tea Party which is largely philosophical, and ideological, and return it to back-room deals at Christmas Parties where people like John Boehner eat out of his hand like a begging dog.

When it is said that the Republicans are infighting—this is what is essentially happening.  There are those who think like Carlos Todd, and then there are those who think the way I do.  David Kern is one of those types—who thinks the way I do.  They have attempted to do to him what they wanted to do to No Lakota Levy when they felt they were losing control of the message—and they always use the “grown up” argument to make their point.  But for me, there is too much Peter Pan in my character.  Living life a compromised adult has never been appealing.  What you end up with is a former home that is now a pissing palace, or a pathetic politician lacking firm convictions, or a person who will sell their own mother for ten years of financial security.  Compromise is not good—and so long as people attempt to impose compromise over philosophic merit—there will be infighting.  It might not get you invited to the big Christmas Parties, but it sure does help a person sleep at night without a pantry full of drugs to make the adult demons of compromise shut up long enough to carry a mind away into blissful slumber.

David Kern, as always did a good job.  But most of the time when the issue is over crony capitalism, the job has nothing to do with being good, but in who you know, and how you can use them to achieve fiscal goals.  I am proud to say that David Kern is far too sincere of a person to be good at that game—and that is something to be proud of.

Rich Hoffman

 www.OVERMANWARRIOR.com

 

The “One Amigo”, John Kasich: Ohio’s actor expanding Medicaid and learning how real the game is

If there was a film that reminded me of the character of Governor Kasich of Ohio it would be the Three Amigos, the classic comedy done by Steve Martin, Chevy Chase, and Martin Short.  In that film three film actors were hired to be real life gunman by a desperate village hoping the Three Amigos would stand up to a group of tyrants.  Only the Three Amigos believe that the whole ordeal is only another film—they have no idea that the situation they’ve been hired for is actually real.  So they engage the bandits with bravado—the kind of valor displayed in their movie characters.  Of course, the bandits are real, and when the Three Amigos engage them, bad things happen.  When Steve Martin gets shot by a real bullet, the three movie friends have a nervous breakdown and cry before their enemies and beg for their lives.  In a lot of ways that is what happened to John Kasich in Ohio.  He was elected as a Tea Party governor by a village desperate for protection—and when he engaged the real life thugs—the labor unions—the special interest groups—the Obamanites—and poll numbers—he revealed himself to be only an actor who used to host on Fox News.  Kasich begged for his life, hat in hand. This was the metaphor I used on a recent Michigan radio broadcast on WAAM with Matt Clark.

John Kasich unlike the Three Amigos is all by himself—he is all those comedy characters rolled up into one person.  He has the statesmanship of the Steve Martin character, the naïveté of Martin Short, and the clumsy stupidity of Chevy Chase.  But the sum of his entire personality—and role as Ohio’s governor is that his is the One Amigo—friend to himself—and nobody else.  For a tough talking governor who declared that he would be willing to run one term and leave back to the private sector—that he only wanted to be governor to do good for Ohio—he has turned out to be a phony.  He is currently seeking a second term, and beyond that—is a presidential hopeful.  Just like everyone else before him—Kasich proved to be only an actor talking a good game, but in the end, he fell in love with the opulence, the respect, and glamour of being in charge of a state.

The final straw with Kasich is his intentional exploitation of the poor through Medicaid expansion to win votes and popularity.  He lost the unions through Senate Bill 5 and stood with the Tea Party.  He abandoned the Tea Party after that union loss.  He lost the cops, the teachers, and the firefighters—which he never really had, he lost the women, he lost the blacks, he lost the immigrants—so he is looking to repair those demographic numbers with Medicaid expansion even by-passing the state legislature in the process.  In his pursuit of a second term, he has become a tyrant—an actor looking for another gig.

Without question the Republican Party is behind some of Kasich’s plans.  They do not want to lose a Republican governor in an election—because in the game of politics, the winner is the side with the most “Rs” in office over “Ds.”  They don’t care how the “Rs” get into office—so long as they call themselves Republicans.  They don’t care if Kasich maintains conservative ideals, or stands for anything at all—because their goal is to win the political game with more people calling themselves Republican—even if deep in their hearts they are Democrats.

What politicians like Kasich learn too late is that the game he was playing is all too real.  The village really needed a gunman to defend them, and the bandits are actually sinister.  So like the Three Amigos who realized they were way over their head—sought the comfort of their mansions, and opulent lifestyles to shield their sensibilities from the aggression of the real world threats.  Kasich retreated from his values rather quickly, and has become a major disappointment.  He talks tough, but in the end he is like what I said to Matt during our interview—more reminiscent of a female sex organ—and what’s happening to the Republican Party—and the freedom movement reflects that submissive role.  Like a common whore happy to give out such submissive positions to more aggressive alpha Democrats, Kasich thinks he can play the game of politics in his favor by making deals—just like a slut makes deals with a pimp and hopes to hustle a few favors in the process.

If Kasich were a real hero, and not a fake like in the Three Amigos, he would stand for something—but this is where he is weak.  Now that he’s been discovered as a fraud, as only an actor and not a metaphorical “gunman” his political enemies know how to destroy him—which of course won’t be any benefit to the Republican Party anyway.  As it stands, Kasich is no different from Ted Strickland—his previous rival for office.  The only real difference is that Kasich knows how to act like he cut the state budget by simply shuffling money around and calling it a balanced budget.  It’s similar to the slut who pretends to perform sex acts on a drunken customer who has passed out.  They’ll never know if the prostitute actually did the things they were charged for—because they were passed out.  Kasich plans to do the same in the 2014 election.  He has the “R” next to his name, but he’s every bit a progressive as Ted Strickland was, or Senator Sherrod Brown is currently.  They are all big government people who play political games with stolen money and hide the behavior behind an acting job.  Kasich is simply the “One Amigo,” instead of three.

Because of Kasich the roots of Obamacare will spread deep into Ohio for years to come—and he will incentivize more poor people to stay poor, and become more dependent on the government.  It will always be Kasich’s mistakes as governor that will determine the future encroachment of Obama’s tyrannical wealth redistribution scheme.  Kasich took the bait from Obama, the way a whore takes the bait of a $100 dollar bill.  He thinks the garbage he gets in to will wash off after the act with a nice shower, but that is because he hasn’t considered that he might receive a sexually transmitted disease that will stay with him the rest of his life.  Obamacare to Ohio is like a sexually transmitted disease spread to everyone through Medicaid expansion—a deal that literally screws Ohio for decades in the future only for the purpose of John Kasich to exploit the poor and win re-election.

The Kasich governorship is a comedy act in the same way that the movie the Three Amigos was intended; only the implications are not just laughs, but long-term peril.  When the movie Three Amigos ends, the DVD can be removed and life continues on, but with Kasich, his blunders will stay with Ohio forever—because like an STD, the disease of liberalism will reside within the laws of the state perpetually.  The metaphors as bombastic as they may sound are appropriate, and good radio for Matt Clark’s show, but therapy for a state deeply frustrated by Kasich and his foolish antics.  His comedy act is appreciated by people like Obama, Sherrod Brown and other progressives—but for everyone else, it’s not funny.  For everyone else, we are like Steve Martin wounded from a bullet realizing too late that the danger is very real—and we’re not just play acting.

Rich Hoffman

 www.OVERMANWARRIOR.com

 

Christine Metacic’s Tax Increase for a Commisioner’s Seat: The Liberty Township Police Levy of 2014

 

Having police around can be a good thing for the occasional Lakota East student who wants to kill their parents by burning down their home, the drug busts from marijuana growers, or the stupid kids who wrap themselves around telephone polls with their cars traveling at excessive speed.  Police are also needed to arrest parents who drop off their adopted children like a sweater they don’t like at Wal-Mart, expecting to be done with the contract because the job is too hard.  Police during the times indicated above all of which happened in the otherwise quiet community of Liberty Township over the last year, requires police to step away from the United Dairy Farmers milk shake counter and do some work—and a few times a year, we’re glad they are there.  There is a certain monetary value of having someone take care of that kind of nasty business—but how much is it worth?  To me, not much, if I run into security trouble at my home, I will only call the police to take a report.  I’ll handle dealing with the threat myself.  That’s what the second amendment is for after all, and in Liberty Township, a lot of people feel the way I do about such things.  So having police around is more of a pain in the ass for those who behave responsibly, because more often than not—when there aren’t the four or five tragedies per year that happen in Liberty Township, which requires police, the cops sit on the side of the road and threaten drivers with speeding tickets. 

 

For a woman who wants to be a Butler County Commissioner, Liberty Township Trustee Christine Matacic is starting her campaign off poorly already advocating a tax increase in 2014 against the people she is supposed to represent.  Liberty Township staff members are beginning to look at equipment and law enforcement staffing needs for the next few years, before making a recommendation on what to put on the ballot in 2014 which could include a new levy, a replacement levy, or renewal of the 3-mill levy.

“I’d rather look at it now to give us the option of do we go in May or in November,’’ said Trustee Christine Matacic.  “With (the levy) expiring and being at the point we are with economic development, I don’t want to see us jeopardize the safety of our residents.” Oh, isn’t that nice of Christine to use the safety buzz word as a way to justify continued, or increases in taxes.  Rather than look at the amount of use the police have contributed, and assess the value based on those facts, Christine is already showing what kind of Commissioner she wants to be—a tax and spend type with eyes bigger than her belly. 

The new levy would supposedly pay for equipment, the township’s contract with the Butler County Sheriff’s Office to provide police service, but here is the new justification which proves that the whole ordeal is a scam–one of the reasons proposed for entertaining a tax increase is the township’s share of the cost of a school resource officer at Lakota East High School.  During the Lakota levy of 2013 when even Sheriff Jones, a leader in the Butler County Republican Party, a labor union supporter, and Liberty Township resident—advocated his support of the Lakota levy on the premise that some of that tax increase money was going to go to security at the school.  Now, it appears that Christine made some kind of deal that was not reported by the Pulse Journal, the Enquirer or any of the news stations covering the Lakota levy organized by Randy Oppenheimer—the tax payer public relations guy at Lakota working for Superintendent Mantia.  The little detail that yet another tax would be needed from Liberty Township and presumably West Chester to cover a portion of the cost of putting police in the schools as a direct reaction to the Sandy Hook Massacre was not discussed.  Lakota schools used this marketing ploy as a justification for their higher tax, and now Christine is using the same mantra of “safety” to cover her taxation desires.  The police fund is projected to begin 2014 with a $2.6 million carryover from 2013. Spending is estimated at $2.4 million and the ending balance at the end of 2014 is estimated at $2.6 million.

http://westchesterbuzz.com/2013/12/12/liberty-township-voters-likely-to-decide-on-police-levy-in-2014/

As I’ve said before Christine Matacic lives in the house my grandmother grew up in.  It looks a bit different today than it did when she lived there nearly a hundred years ago.  Today it has a nice luxurious in ground pool, an extravagant garage and other modern comforts, but it is essentially the same home.  But that doesn’t give her a pass to pretend to be a conservative Republican, then turn around and advocate tax increases and double taxation hiding behind safety to accomplish the crime.  It is a crime because in advocating of a tax she is endorsing essentially the legalized theft of money taken by force from the residents of Liberty Township, and if Matacic becomes a commissioner, for all of Butler County.

 

It is easy to say that Liberty Township will have more economic growth and will thus need more police.  It is easy to say that more police equals safety.  It is easy to hide certain facts about deals made with the Lakota school system which the media in bed with all the characters involved assisted with to get a tax increase passed, then tried to use the same argument to support a police levy when a tax for the same issues under the same argument has already been approved by the tax payers.  What is hard is in deciding how useful the police really are per hour, per day, per week.  Instead Christine Matacic does what every other politician does—she looks at the few incidents per year where something really bad happens, then decides that more government workers in the form of police officers should be thrown at the situation to minimize her liability as a public official.  Her approach is lazy. 

 

It doesn’t take much to bow at the feet of Steiner—the developer of the Liberty Center development—which I support.  It does not take much to lick the toes of the Terrys, my childhood friends and developers of Carriage Hill, the Homarama of 2013 and upcoming 2014.  It doesn’t take much to pander to Lakota schools and the emotional arguments that always come on the backs of children from adults too busy to really pay attention to what is going on.  Matacic is just another Republican looter—which is better than a scum bag socialist Democrat, but not by much.  She rides on the backs of other people’s success, and then tries to sell herself as a fiscal hawk.  But she is just another politician who writes checks paid for by other people’s money and she wants to come out favorably in the upcoming commissioner race by sucking up to Sheriff Jones so that she will get the police endorsement in that election. 

 

The cost of all this activity, and deal making is that residents of Liberty Township will get a continued tax rate that is unneeded—because of lazy and exploitive politics.  The police need that Matacic is talking about is a blanket cost that is largely unmanaged.  The real intent for her statement, and support at this point in time is to gain approval of the police union to support her run for Butler County Commissioner—so she is using tax money as a mechanism to achieve access to an elected office—in a round about way.

 

For those with buyer’s remorse over the Lakota levy—who barely approved that levy thinking they were buying police protection for the kids who attend there—they should vote down Matacic’s levy so that they can recover the money they are losing to Lakota.  They could gain a portion of that money in savings when this police levy expires.  Let Matacic and the other Liberty Township Trustees figure out how to pay for police protection out of other money—but don’t give Metacic a free pass into a commissioner seat on the back of another tax increase using security at Lakota schools for a second straight year as the excuse when the first year’s money was supposed to cover the entire issue.  Supporting this upcoming police levy means that tax payers are approving yet another tax that really isn’t needed for reasons that are purely emotional and exploited by Christine Matacic for her political goals of an office beyond Liberty Township Trustee. 

Rich Hoffman

 www.OVERMANWARRIOR.com

 

Liberalism is a Mental Illness: Why the media is so quiet about Karl Pierson–the “Socialist School Shooter”

If liberalism were classified as a mental disorder, we might have stopped many mass shootings; at least that was the reasoning Ann Coulter espoused during a recent episode with Sean Hannity.  That comment may sound inflammatory—but in all reality—there is more truth to it than rhetoric.  The proof is in the recent school shooting at Araphoe High School outside of Denver, Colorado which occurred on Friday December the 13th 2013 and was a dead story more or less by Monday, December 16th. On Friday the news coverage on CNN, MSNBC, Fox News and everywhere else was wall to wall—as usual.  But by Saturday morning, less than 12 hours after the shooting the coverage dried up.  By Monday on the Special Report by Brett Baier there wasn’t a single mention of the shooting during the entire program—a news station thought highly to be a conservative leaning network.  Oddly missing from the many news stations were the Hollywood elite with constant calls for gun control, the prayer vigils, the sorrow of the poor kids shot by the made gunman Karl Pierson foolishly, maliciously, and for no reason at all struck down.  It seemed as if the media in general wanted to move on to another story and forget about this school shooting even as the anniversary of the Sandy Hook Massacre had just occurred prompting schools all over the country to begin staffing armed patrol officers to stop such things from happening—Araphoe being one of them.  The reason…………..well, Pierson unlike the other mass shooters of recent memory who were rumored to be politically left, but not clearly—the Araphoe shooter was clearly, unequivocally—and boldly was a socialist.  Socialism is the political philosophy that most of the media had accepted in small doses, a concept that is taught in public schools—not by name of course, but by practice, and is the current philosophy of the current President of The United States—again, not by name, but in practice.

Karl Pierson’s attack at Arapahoe High School lasted just 80 seconds.  He rushed into the school Friday with a bandolier of ammunition strapped to his chest carrying a machete, three Molotov cocktails and the pump-action shotgun that authorities said he bought days before to avenge a grudge he had against his debate coach for kicking him off the team.  Pierson was such a radical socialist—such a maniacal collectivist, that when even his teacher tried to reel him in, he thought like most left-winged tyrants do—that he had a right and obligation to force others into his way of thinking—by force if necessary.

The teen apparently harbored a grudge against his debate couch Murphy after being disciplined by him in September. The discipline came after Pierson made a verbal threat against Murphy to a group of students. Law enforcement was made aware of that threat, and the response to it remained under investigation.

Pierson’s Facebook page, before it was taken down, was a window into the mind of the accused shooter. He wrote a lot about economics and politics, calling himself a “Keynesian” and jesting that neoclassic economic theory would not fix the economy.

He also used his Facebook to routinely mock Republicans as seen below:

The Republican Party: Health Care: Let ’em Die, Climate Change: Let ’em Die, Gun Violence: Let ’em Die, Women’s Rights: Let ’em Die, More War: Let ’em Die. Is this really the side you want to be on?

One classmate described him as harmless but said he could get verbally aggressive and very heated when debating and discussing politics with teachers and students.  It is obvious that the left-winged radical was not harmless.  Pierson cared enough about socialism and Keynesian economics to go home, buy a gun, and kill his teacher for not being allowed to continue debating on the team—to have a platform to spread his message of collective endeavor through socialism.

Here are several articles covering the story as it unfolded:

http://www.theblaze.com/stories/2013/12/15/dad-says-daughter-critically-wounded-during-arapahoe-high-school-shooting-is-not-doing-well/

http://www.theblaze.com/stories/2013/12/13/sheriff-at-least-two-people-injured-in-colorado-shooting/

http://www.denverpost.com/news/ci_24724553/arapahoe-high-school-shooting-sheriffs-office-interview-hundreds

http://www.heavy.com/news/2013/12/karl-pierson-arapahoe-high-school-shooter-colorado/

When progressive types run into any issue such as gun violence, their very first reaction is more regulation, more government intervention, less personal freedom, and stronger public school presence, yet these things keep happening in schools where many perceive such places to be safe—even though it is far more likely that their children would be involved in a school shooting than to be involved in an airplane accident.  There is still a fear of flying where there is not a fear of public schools.  Liberals often proclaim that these school shooters are mentally ill, and must be detected by the government schools and treated before they ever bring harm to anyone.  Yet it is never considered what made the shooters ill to begin with—it is never considered that the illness came from institutional failure and no other contributing factor—and that more government intervention will indirectly lead to more mass shootings, and more people who think the way Karl Pierson did.

Does anybody think that Pierson learned to be a socialist from his home environment?  Likely, he learned it from school.  Most children learn about liberalism in public schools by their teachers and college professors.  They vote for Democrats for the first 15 years of their adult lives, then once they maintain jobs for a while have kids of their own, purchase property and live responsibly—they grow out of liberalism and slowly become conservative.  By the time they reach their 50s and 60s they become those stuffy Republicans they used to rant about.  It’s a bit of a cycle of life that we needlessly endure because we allow the government to teach our kids with left-leaning methods that are destructive to their minds.  For people like Pierson—who was probably a bit different from most children from the start—after his debate teachers told him to watch shows like MSNBC and CNN’s Pierce Morgan—and other “recommended” viewing, so that the kid could become a better debater—his young mind became tainted as he observed the socialism of his school, the socialism of his President, the socialism of the news—and he put his finger to the wind and decided that he would become a liberal because he saw that the masses endorsed those views—from his perspective at the public school.  The teachers ripped on Republicans—so if he wanted good grades—he could do the same and get better grades—and maybe even become the next Michael Moore.  After playing at this game for a while, he began to believe that Keynesian economics was the salvation of the world—instead of its destroyer, and that socialism was a benefit to equality—instead of the great slayer of it.

The silence from the news came in the wake of the shooting because most of the people covering the story realized that they had contributed just a small bit to the violence because of their endorsements of soft socialism hidden behind mixed economies so prevalent in The United States.  Karl Pierson was a product of public education—and like most Frankenstein experiments—he became a monster that nobody wanted to acknowledge.  The political theory, the economic theory, and social justice that Karl Pierson learned in his public school became a monster that went on to bring great harm to the other collective occupants of Araphoe High School.  Pierson took what he learned further than the school intended and they tried to pull him out of it too late—they had let his mind go too far to the left—so much so that Pierson become dangerous.  Instead of growing up to become the next Al Gore, or Nancy Pelosi, or even Barack Obama, they had created a Frankenstein monster that got loose and wanted to destroy its maker—his teacher.

Liberalism by default of the frequent actions by many mass killers should be designated a mental illness—so that future people like Karl Pierson can be avoided.  But to admit that would require most people in the mainstream media, and political structure to admit that they are also suffering from the mental illness of liberalism—just not to the same degree Pierson was.  The great fear is that it might not take much for them to become as crazy as Karl Pierson—because they too support concepts of Keynesian economics, they too support socialism, and believe that liberalism is a benefit to society—instead of a detriment.  If anybody were really serious about stopping school shootings, they would not look to laws, guns, or more pansy teachings in public school, but would eliminate liberalism from the American consciousness.  By eliminating liberal instruction, education would not feed the mental illness that tends to occur in mass collectivists who believe that socialism should be the spine of all national economies.  In Karl Pierson’s case, he believed in liberalism so intently that he was willing to kill for it.  There really isn’t any other way to stop such a person once they get loose from a teacher’s control, and that is what scares so many media outlets.  Because they have helped put in motion large doses of the liberalism mental illness—and there will be more Karl Pierson types created by them for the destruction of mankind.  When they show themselves, the responsibility for their actions will fall on the shoulders of those most silent—the national media.

Rich Hoffman

 www.OVERMANWARRIOR.com

 

Galactic Starfighter Strategies: New ways of dealing with old problems on the liberty front

A lot of the things I am usually concerned with politically and professionally are current disappointments.  Just this past week I learned that conservative groups could not agree on a candidate to challenge John Boehner’s seat confirming that many people talk tough until it really counts—but in the end they wimp out—and will get the government they deserve as a result.  There appears to be a challenger to John Kasich’s seat, but that will be an uphill battle with major opposition rolling large stones down to stop the progress, so that is hardly a success story at this point.  President Obama is proving to be a crook more and more as the follies of Obamacare are setting up 2014 to be a disastrous year for many financially.  And my public school of Lakota got their tax money with a levy approval.  I am personally making arrangements in financing to ensure that I don’t pay the extra $36 dollars in taxes per month—but the monopoly hold the institution has on the press, the political structure and the  young minds of America’s youth remains strong—at least on the surface.  Professionally, I am busier than I have ever been in my life.  There is no shortage of need for problem solvers in spite of my attempt to be ostentatious to lower the line down to only those most serious–so free time is short—and at a severe premium.  It is in times like these that one must have good constructive hobbies—and I do.  I have shared with my readers here my long history and love of strategy games—particularly combat oriented war games where I can apply methods learned in The Art of War and The Book of Five Rings to theoretical situations—which I then apply to my real life needs by washing out strategic theories against real life opponents. Currently my two favorite games of this type are X Wing Miniatures, CLICK HERE FOR REVIEW, and the squeaky new online computer game Galactic Starfighter—which is my topic of discussion today.

Galactic Starfighter has been a very pleasant surprise.  As a space flight simulator featuring aerial combat that I have been looking forward to for a long time—it has delivered spectacularly.  I have a favorite video game called X-Wing from way back in the early 90s that I used to love—the graphics were not what they are today, but the game play was infinitely interesting.  The enemies were NPCs (Non Playable Characters) and would require tight combat engagements with a variety of craft to fly and fight against.  Huge capital ships would come into the scenario and would often hyper jump into a hot zone and start dispatching enemy fighters leaving a player frantic to shoot down as many as they could in a short time and attempt to take out the large vessels by knocking out their shields then destroying their bridge where the command structure was usually housed.  I played that game with a nephew of mine for many hours—and he still talks about it 20 years later as if it were one of the most fun times of his life.  Galactic Starfighter came out only as recently as December 3, 2013 and it didn’t take me long to discover what the design team at LucasArts, BioWare, and Electronic Arts were up to.  They essentially made a game with the basic concept of the old X-Wing game and dusted it off with a slick new paint job which modern programming allows.  The flight mechanics, the ability to shove power to shields, or engines depending on need is there, directional shields, targeting reticules, telemetry data streams—it’s all there.  Only Galactic Starfighter is better.

The old X-Wing game had NPCs programmed to go after a target along fixed parameters.  Once a pilot learned the basics of these standards, the NPCs could be dominated—so the learning curve was not terribly steep once the basics of concept and flight control were mastered.  With Galactic Starfighter the entire game is PVP (player versus player) meaning the people you fly against are all live pilots.  It reminds me of a very slick version of the old X-Box game Crimson Skies and how that game played on X-Box Live.  I have now played hundreds of matches, earned over a million credits, countless ACE awards, medals, and ship requisition allowing me to purchase upgrades for my small fleet of ships—and I’m nowhere near finished with it. If anything I am more eager to play it with each match queued up.  It is that good.

But what’s even better is that my wife—who is not a typical dog fighting advocate has found she can play it with me at the same time as we have very large specially built computers designed to exclusively play Star Wars: The Old Republic which Galactic Starfighter is a part.  That is a new development for me to have a combat simulator this powerful and dynamic which can link up to another player in real-time to fly coordinated maneuvers toward separate targets.  My wife does not love speed the way I do.  It is not something she enjoys.  I love to zip in and around obstacles forcing my opponents into a mistake running themselves into a fix object with close quarter fighting.  My wife is more of a defender type who takes her time and is good at holding down the fort after I’ve taken it—which is ironically the object of the game in Galactic Starfighter—which is essentially a fancy capture the flag game.

My wife uses a gunship—which is slow, but heavily armored to hold areas that I capture with my strike fighter, and she has gotten so good at using her 15,000mm rail gun to strike down approaching enemies from a comfortable distance while I engage them up close and personal—that it has led to a devastating series of losses for the other players on the opposite team.  And she is having a blast with it.  I don’t have to coax her into playing; she is the one wanting to continue playing new rounds.  Last night it was a quarter till one in the morning and we were both trying to find a good reason to play one more match—because it is so fun—and addicting.  It has all the mechanics from X-Wing which were best I’ve ever seen even after playing Crimson Skies, all the Microsoft Flight Simulators, and even Star Wars: Battlefront—yet Galactic Starfighter goes to a new level that is unprecedented. It has a Wing Commander feel to it and is simply a combination of all the great war games beloved for years wrapped up into one very cool package.

Using that rail gun, my wife may actually have more kills than I do which should say a lot to new players not confident with their piloting skills.  In Galactic Starfighter the gunships are slow—but powerful and very deadly.  The strike fighters and scout ships are the ones that have to fly all over the battlezone engaging in dogfights with other players.  The gunships sit back like snipers and zap their enemies from a comfortable distance—and using my wife and my strategy, I engage the enemy to keep them busy while she zaps away from a distance.  So long as they are engaged with me, they don’t notice her, which then makes all the kills.  Good stuff.

I get most of my creative strategic ideas for things in the real world by playing games like the ones mentioned.  On the liberty front, there are some valiant efforts, but not enough horsepower to pull things across the finish line—and it basically comes down to a lack of will power.  People talk a good game, but when they find themselves in the cross-hairs—just as they do in Galactic Starfighter, they panic and run into something killing themselves.  If I had a quarter for each time I applied a missile lock onto an enemy and when they hear their sensor alarms go off in their ship warning them of my approaching missile, they panic and run into the side of a mountain, or a floating asteroid, I’d be able to solve world hunger by making millionaires out of each of them.  The same thing has been happening in real life—people behave as they do when they play games like this—even worse because in real life they take even less chances because it matters there.  There is no reset button in the real world.  In a game like Galactic Starfighter at least if a mistake is made, the player can start over—and hopefully learn from their error.  Because of the value of such games it is a privilege to live in a time where they can be played relatively effortlessly.  My wife and I have a very expensive set-up basically just to play this game.  We have thousands of dollars invested.  But for a casual player, they could probably get by with only a laptop.  However, when she and I are both playing vigorously, our computers with their big processors put out enough heat to warm up a good-sized room on a very cold night.  We have six cool down fans on each of our computers to keep them cool during intense graphic interfaces enduring millions of calculations per second which makes playing Galactic Starfigher even possible.  Our set-up is unusual, and it is unlikely that many of the thousands of players on the game with us at any given time have such system capability—yet they can still play and enjoy it.  Since these kinds of things are so important to us, and we do so much of it, we take the extra measures to ensure a positive experience.

New strategies are needed when the old ones are not producing the results desired.  The first step in such a process is to recognize the issue, and correct it.  The way I do that is by playing these kinds of games.  Not falling in love with a set of engagement rules is the key to discovering the best way to take out an opponent, and in the real life world of politics, business, and human relationships—there are many enemies that must be taken down—simply because their intentions dictate such a position.  For me, the best way to do that is through strategy games—and currently the X-Wing Miniatures game is at the very top of my list—but this Galactic Starfighter is right there with it.  I’m telling you all this dear reader because during the Holiday Season, there are often moments of downtime—and abilities to play these kinds of games present themselves often.  Take advantage of the opportunity, because in 2014, a lot of tough topics are on the table—and fresh minds will be required to tackle them.  One way to obtain that freshness is in the new game Galactic Starfighter.  For you people out there who have a problem with me but the law won’t let us settle things properly in a parking lot somewhere, or in a duel of some kind—look me up on Galactic Starfighter.  I’m on the Jedi Covenant server flying by the name of Cliff-hanger.  You can’t miss me, I’m the one sending craft out of the sky in exploding heaps—and I’ll be happy to add your name to the list.

Rich Hoffman

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The New Sons of Liberty: Doc Thompson and the gang make a Tea Party Documentary

Doc Thompson and his radio partner Skip LeCombe stopped by Matt Clark’s WAAM broadcast in Ann Arbor, Michigan while filming a nationwide documentary on the Tea Party movement as it stands in 2013.  I am scheduled to appear in that documentary so it is always fun when all these different elements combine in a rare broadcast interview with so many people who I work with at different levels.  Doc reported to Matt about his preliminary findings as his film crew has scoured the country working for The Blaze under the guidance of Glenn Beck—and his feeling has been a good one.  He is encouraged by the passion he is seeing from crowds of people everywhere he goes—and how upset they are at the state of the current government.  The documentary is set for release around the second quarter of 2014, but you can listen to that interview below.

Doc works fast and loose these days—allowing his spontaneity to shine, which Glenn Beck is obviously tapping in to.  Doc has been given under his employment at The Blaze free rein to fight on the liberty front not only on the radio, but in cross-country tours with public speaking engagements which are unprecedented.  The Blaze has not held back in their support of Doc Thompson and Skip LeCombe—and the results are showing dramatically.  It was out of this experience that the documentary about the Tea Party movement was born.

Most of the time during the first Revolution—the one in 1776, the patriots were always behind the much more powerful, and well-funded British.  In this new Revolution—the one against progressivism and the tyranny of collectivist cultures parasitic in nature—the same holds true.  The Tea Party patriots of 2013 are learning of the levels of deception they have been exposed to for a long time—and they have a bit of sticker shock.  As each day moves past us, they are learning of more aspects of that sticker shock—so they are not yet acclimated to what needs to be done.  But they are attending the many gatherings Doc has been conducting all over the nation.  Since The Blaze hired Doc and Skip a year ago, I doubt there are more people with more frequent flyer miles than those two guys applied directly to the cause of liberty anywhere in the world.

Doc pointed out in his broadcast with Matt he had recently learned that during the Boston Tea Party of 1773 the patriots there did not sneak onto the British vessels in the secret of night covered by silence—the shores were littered with people watching—knowing full well what was going on.  The people of Boston knew a Revolution was afoot and they were watching it unfold.  Many people weren’t sure that success was even a possibility so they stood on the shore and watched others do the first work of the liberty movement which launched our country.  Much the same thing is happening now, people are coming to Doc’s public speeches and they are watching from the shores of their own inner comfort level—not yet willing to cross the line and join the rebels—but they are thinking about it.

As bad as things appear today, at least the spirit of what traditional America has always been is slowly coming to the surface.  A few years ago Doc Thompson was on the mainstream radio station 700 WLW and I was his frequent guest.  I was living the kind of life where I could pick up the phone and speak to entertainment producers and mainstream press personal.  Once it became known that Doc and I were not going to take the squishy middle position—and had convictions that we were willing to stand behind—even at the cost of personal career gain—we were both quickly blacklisted and exiled in much the same way that Glenn Beck was cast out of Fox News and Judge Napolitano was removed from his show on the Fox Business Channel.  The same thing occurred during the first Revolution.  Many of the people at the Boston Tea Party knew they would not be invited to any more British social engagements.  They knew they would not be quoted in the British newspapers, and certainly would not be given safe passage to travel back to London for any visits.  They knew they would be cast aside from the established society which was behaving in a tyrannical fashion.  The people watching from the shore had not yet decided that they could handle being blacklisted from the English.  They wanted to sell cloths to the British troops, wood for British ships, food to British soldiers, and needed to appear neutral in the conflicts so they could make a living for their families—yet they showed up in silence to watch the Boston Tea Party—their closed mouths their endorsement of the activity.

Doc and I knew what we were getting into.  Doc was in fact married to the mainstream media.  His wife Yuna Lee was the popular news anchor from Richmond, Virginia that many WashingtonD.C. employees comfortable from their suburban homes watched every night—and enjoyed.  She fell in love with Doc and his rebellion and left behind her comfortable job to follow him to Cincinnati to take a job at Channel 2 in Dayton.  This was prior to Doc’s blacklisting from Clear Channel where he was exiled blatantly in favor of radio personalities who were more “middle of the road.”  Yuna is still very much a part of the establishment, but she is not one of the silent types standing on the edge of the shore during the Boston Tea Party.  Rather, she is the wife who supports her husband and his travels all over the country in her own way—which gives him wind beneath his wings—doing the difficult job of being a front man for the liberty movement—where everyone you meet knows your sensibilities forcing them to make a hard decision.  If they speak to you, or are caught doing so, they risk being blacklisted in their own businesses, churches, and social groups—and most people can’t handle that type of exile.

These are the silent costs of liberty—and the pursuit that brings it about.  The same type of pressures existed in colonial times from the British Empire—and people behaved pretty much the same way.  They supported the push for liberty—but feared letting their opinions become known because it might mean they could not make a living for their families—or might even be thrown in jail for dissention.  Doc Thompson struggled for over a year to get a job after being tossed off the ship at 700 WLW and his career was at risk more than once—and his wife’s career who stood by her husband resiliently.  So Doc has every reason in the world to be bitter—but he’s not—he’s hopeful.  That is a very good indication of the state of the world.  Doc stated on Matt’s show more or less that he knows he’s a member of the modern Tea Party, and he’s throwing over the barrels of tea into the metaphorical harbor.  But he also sees the people on the shores watching curiously, and the numbers are much larger than the elements of statism would care to admit.

Without question it will be these elements which will make up the documentary that Doc and Skip are producing.  The results will likely show the view of the Tea Party that nobody in the mainstream establishment cares to acknowledge.  They blacklisted all the reminders in their social circles so that they wouldn’t have to see the reality of their actions—yet the inevitable course of their lives is about to intersect with that undeniable reality.  The two ideologies, the one of statism, and the one of freedom are about to collide—it is inevitable—and it will be violent.  It may not come to literal bloodshed, but lives will be destroyed as a result and the people who have been blacklisted—and made the decision to pursue that consequence ahead of time—have much less to lose.  Those who are protecting their established order have everything to lose, which leaves them watching the Tea Party from the edges of the harbor—wanting to participate, but unwilling to make the commitment to become fugitives in doing so.  But silently, they support the Tea Party—but fear saying so out loud because they aren’t willing to end their lives of comfort within the establishment—even though they root against it in the quite of their distance fantasies.

As much as many wish the Tea Party movement has fizzled out—they are sadly mistaken.  All that has happened is that the most vocal voices, those like Doc’s, mine, Glenn Beck, Matt Clark and many others—have been blacklisted out of the mainstream in hopes that if the establishment does not see the problem—that it does not exist.  But it does.  It is this existence from which Doc and Skip’s new documentary will be focused, a new Liberty Tree where people gather to push for a new type of Boston Tea Party—one not so literal—but more allegorical.  The new Liberty Tree is not an actual thing that the British can cut down this time to remove the symbol of freedom that it once represented—it is in the voice of people like Doc Thompson, Matt Clark, Skip LeCombe and their resilient efforts at freedom while the rest of the world watches quietly from the shores and secretly hopes that they will be successful.

Click here to learn more about the Liberty Tree, and how I see the current movement.  If you want to meet the new Son’s of Liberty, listen to Doc Thompson on The Blaze Radio Network, and Matt Clark on the Clarkcast.com.  These are the John Adams, Samuel Adams, and Thomas Paine’s of our day—and we are lucky to have them.  When it is wondered what the Tea Party means, for me it is summed up perfectly in the old Disney film Johnny Tremain.  If that is threatening or malicious to anyone—then the premise of that accusation needs to be checked—and the real threat to human existence will quickly be revealed.

Rich Hoffman

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Beer, French Fries, Obamacare and the Kingdom of Heaven: Jesus Christ from the Gospel according to Thomas

I was flying recently over Sandusky, Ohio from an altitude of approximately 28,000 feet.  A patch of cloud had opened revealing the small point of land I knew to be the Cedar Point Amusement Park extending well out into Lake Erie—looking perilously vulnerable.  I remembered upon this vision how high the roller costar, Top Thrill Dragster seemed at the peak of its 400 foot plus vantage point—barely even a blip across the surface of the earth from such a high perspective.  Invisible from such a high point of view are all the thrill rides of that famous park, the countless little restaurants, the hotels, the many street venders which give the place a sense of vibrant life.  From my airplane, they could not be seen—yet I knew they were there—and during this Christmas Season which is a celebration of Jesus Christ—and the anxiety that I know many feel because of Obamacare—the time is correct to cover some issues of great concern focused on the Kingdom of Heaven and the parallels to it with the amusement park of Cedar Point as viewed from such a high place.

Most of us live our entire lives from such a high vantage point.  We are busy with our lives, and when someone we care about becomes sick, or cannot become helped with medicine—which will become a much more frequent occurrence with the upcoming health care destruction by President Obama—we pray to God to help us.  Yet from where God is residing, the power to hear every individual prayer can be achieved just as Google Earth or a powerful set of binoculars can zoom in on those roller coaster peaks from such a great height, but often people will die, prayers will not be answered, and tragic disappointment will ensue when God fails to acknowledge the qualms of the living lost in the perspective of distance.  The sheer numbers of people suffering is just too great and in the scheme of the universe, there are more important things to be concern with other than the prayers of a college football player hoping to make his mother proud of them by scoring a touchdown during a bowl game on national television.  The black hole at the center of the Milky Way is sucking in and destroying billions of tons of matter every second and spewing it out into some other dimensional plane of reality for some purpose only understood perhaps on a multi-verse plane of reality—so the prayers of the football player, or the cancer patient being kicked off their insurance plan because of the tampering of government will likely be lost to the eyes of God’s kingdom.

But to understand why, the concept of The Kingdom of Heaven must be understood and for that I have often turned to the Gospel according to Thomas.  There are some really wonderful quotes by Jesus which Thomas recorded for posterity.  Upon hearing them I have to conclude that Jesus had learned Indian Buddhism at some point in his post teenage years, and likely the work of Aristotle which was preserved by the Muslims at the time.  Jesus must have also studied heavily the concepts or Zoroastrianism.  This is not to say that he was not the “son of God” the way people hope to believe, but that he needed to develop the language to convey what he felt coming from his mind and mouth to the people of the world.   This took Jesus down the path he was looking for, and he brought his own interpretation to these concepts to form his foundations for teaching the beginnings of Christianity—which most people fail to grasp.  As the statism through the Roman Empire sought to use Christianity to unite their crumbling empire, they of course altered, manipulated, and even extorted from the learned masses opinions which focused on the altruistic nature of Christianity—and moving mankind away from the core message of Jesus which focused heavily on the “Kingdom of the Father.”

Anyone who says a prayer is hoping to penetrate this Kingdom that Jesus was always talking about—and he even went so far to tell people where it was. It was because of his revelation about the Kingdom of God ultimately that he was killed, because the Pharisees could not put up with Jesus having the masses reach such a place without the gate keepers and tax collectors standing in the way.  So to this very day, most people spend their entire lives separated from the Kingdom of God needlessly—and suffer for no reason other than the control of politics desiring to sacrifice the masses to the blob of archaic gods like Zeus, Yahweh,  Ahura Mazda, or Kulcucan.  Most politicians and establishment types are just as stupid today as they were in the times of Jesus, and they wish to kill, destroy, and render helpless the minds of humanity with the same vigor that Obamacare hopes to stop scientific development which currently is destined to carry philosophic understanding into an intersection with quantum mechanics.  The goal of politics whether through democracies, or religions is to separate the Kingdom of God from the people who want to go there by putting height, distance, and layers of clouds between the two so they cannot find one another in the chaos of existence.  Just like the Cedar Point Amusement Park, it is there, but because of the great height of my airplane, man cannot see it.  According to the Apostle Thomas—this is what Jesus had to say on the matter.  The first one is my favorite quote from this Gospel.

The Gospel
According to Thomas

  1. His disciples said to him, “When will the kingdom come?”  Jesus said, “It will not come by waiting for it. It will not be a matter of saying ‘here it is’ or ‘there it is.’ Rather, the kingdom of the father is spread out upon the earth, and men do not see it.

  2. Jesus said, “Whoever finds the world and becomes rich, let him renounce the world.” Jesus said, “The heavens and the earth will be rolled up in your presence.  And the one who lives from the living one will not see death.” Does not Jesus say, “Whoever finds himself is superior to the world?”

  3. Jesus said, “The kingdom is like a man who had a hidden treasure in his field without knowing it. And after he died, he left it to his son. The son did not know (about the treasure). He inherited the field and sold it. And the one who bought it went plowing and found the treasure. He began to lend money at interest to whomever he wished.”

  4. Jesus said, “The kingdom of the father is like a merchant who had a consignment of merchandise and who discovered a pearl. That merchant was shrewd. He sold the merchandise and bought the pearl alone for himself. You too, seek his unfailing and enduring treasure where no moth comes near to devour and no worm destroys.”

  5. Jesus said, “The kingdom of the father is like a man who had good seed. His enemy came by night and sowed weeds among the good seed. The man did not allow them to pull up the weeds; he said to them, ‘I am afraid that you will go intending to pull up the weeds and pull up the wheat along with them.’ For on the day of the harvest the weeds will be plainly visible, and they will be pulled up and burned.”

  6. Jesus said, “Whoever has come to understand the world has found (only) a corpse, and whoever has found a corpse is superior to the world.”

  7. His disciples said, “When will you become revealed to us and when shall we see you?”   Jesus said, “When you disrobe without being ashamed and take up your garments and place them under your feet like little children and tread on them, then will you see the son of the living one, and you will not be afraid”

  8. Jesus saw infants being suckled. He said to his disciples, “These infants being suckled are like those who enter the kingdom.” They said to him, “Shall we then, as children, enter the kingdom?”  Jesus said to them, “When you make the two one, and when you make the inside like the outside and the outside like the inside, and the above like the below, and when you make the male and the female one and the same, so that the male not be male nor the female female; and when you fashion eyes in the place of an eye, and a hand in place of a hand, and a foot in place of a foot, and a likeness in place of a likeness; then will you enter the kingdom.”

http://gnosis.org/naghamm/gthlamb.html

I believe based on a study of philosophy, comparative religion, observed fact, many years of bible study, and my own creative judgment that the Kingdom of God is within us all, and we reach it when we die to the flesh (pairs of opposites—male and female, good and bad, right and wrong, and all transitory perspective which places our vision high up in the clouds of institutionalism and away from the metaphorical Cedar Point—the Kingdom of Heaven.  It is always right there below us, around us, within us—but we do not see it because of the tools we are using to observe the world.

If one had to think of Heaven as an actual place that could be located with some sort of mapping system, instead of Heaven being out there someplace reachable by space ship or airplane, it is beyond our current focus—as it exists in the very small—instead of the very big according to some of the bizarre rules of quantum mechanics—perhaps as my elderly father-in-law has postulated–Heaven exists in the 12th dimension—where mankind has only yet discovered 11 of them.  The myths of many cultures use the number 12 as a kind of unified theory, and that perhaps the innate understanding of this end game has always been known to imagination even as far back as the centuries before Jesus’ birth.  Heaven is likely so small that in order to arrive at its gates to reside, we would have to strip away the smallest atom of our lives so that the cells of our bodies were like universes dotted across a multi-verse body of mammoth composure.  Heaven may well be like a Cedar Point currently viewed not from 28,000 feet, but from 2,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000, miles away looking at the same point in space.  It will only be reached when all pairs of opposites are gone from perspective, and all reference to material flesh preventing the energy of a human body from entering such a place are removed.

So don’t be surprised when prayers go unanswered dear reader—or seem that way anyway.  It is nearly as hard to see a plane in the sky at such a height from the perspective of Cedar Point at ground level as it is to see details from up there into the courtyard of Chick-fil-A lost under the trees next to the big log flume ride.  God is getting the whole symphony of human existence in one giant played note, and there are many notes yet to be played on the backs of the many that have already reached Heaven’s Gates.   But as far as Obamacare, we are on our own—we are part of the musical piece which penetrates all dimensional plans of reality from the very large, to the very small—and it requires our participation, and understanding of what Jesus was really talking about regarding the Kingdom of Heaven.

As my plane landed I thought about the change in perspective as the craft descended out of the clouds to reveal all the details of the world that had been seen beneath, only at a great distance.  Once I was in the gate concourse I found an airport bar/restaurant to jot down my thoughts as Obamacare discussion was on every television visible—the anxiety over the matter noticeable among everyone around me.  The anxiety is in the misplaced trust that government can manage this situation—which they cannot.  The tragedy of Obamacare requires an understanding of the Kingdom of Heaven and the nature of the afterlife so that fear cannot be allowed to manipulate the masses with the major assault on their personal sanctity by promising them shortened lives, poor health care choices, and total control of their existence with a power grab disguised through altruism to end the free thought and action of every human being.

As I wrote this, the beer tasted good, the hamburger was delicious, and the knowledge that all that I could see around me was invisible to the naked eye from 40,000 feet—yet it was all here all along.  And as I finished my hamburger, beer, French fries, and captured my thoughts waiting for the next flight, I had a very good understanding of what Jesus was talking about all along.

Rich Hoffman

 www.OVERMANWARRIOR.com

 

“LIE OF THE YEAR” Awarded to Barack Obama: The Uncle Onyango The President never knew about

President Obama will be known for a lot of things—but his most virulent memory will be that he lied about the Obamacare legislation that his democrats crammed down America’s throat against their will with manipulation, and coercion.  The Tampa Bay Times Pulitzer Prize winning Politifact.com called Obama’s faux pas the Lie of The Year for 2013 by saying:

It was a catchy political pitch and a chance to calm nerves about his dramatic and complicated plan to bring historic change to America’s health insurance system.

“If you like your health care plan, you can keep it,” President Barack Obama said — many times — of his landmark new law.

But the promise was impossible to keep.

So this fall, as cancellation letters were going out to approximately 4 million Americans, the public realized Obama’s breezy assurances were wrong.

Boiling down the complicated health care law to a soundbite proved treacherous, even for its promoter-in-chief.  Obama and his team made matters worse, suggesting they had been misunderstood all along. The stunning political uproar led to this: a rare presidential apology.

http://www.politifact.com/truth-o-meter/article/2013/dec/12/lie-year-if-you-like-your-health-care-plan-keep-it/

Most Americans including me won’t sign up for Obamcare.  We’ll pay the fine and do without the insurance as the medical industry will decline.  Choices in healthcare will erode away because doctors won’t make a reasonable profit off the enterprise.  But that isn’t the worst aspect of Obamacare—even thought it’s very bad. The worse thing about Obamacare is that it compels every human being in America to participate whether or not they want to—or be subject to IRS harassment, and possible jail.  Just for being born in America, Obamacare compels those human beings to participate in government healthcare, and that is just a joke.  It is so audacious, so over-the-top ridiculous that it hardly merits addressing.  Most people haven’t even paid attention to that little notion—until now.  They do now because the law is being implemented, and it is started to affect them—and their reaction is understandably negative.

The government is demanding participation into a service they are ruining with their very presence—and the audacity of their expectations is simply unfathomable.  The sheer arrogance of their demand that all human beings participate in their scam is beyond measure.  And even as bad as all that is—they knew people would be upset, so Obama lied to the American people.  He has lied about his background and qualifications, he has lied about his mistakes—such as Benghazi, he has lied about his true intentions as president, and he certainly lied about Obamacare to the facts provided by Politifact.com.  Obama is a bad person, and unqualified to be president for the lies that he’s been caught in—let alone all the lies that have not yet been confirmed.  He should not only be impeached, but jailed like a prostitute or a drug dealer.  He is of the same quality.

Obama is one of those scum bags who scoots through life-like a dog with an anus itch who keeps everyone from looking at what he’s really up to with charisma which comes naturally for him.  He is worse than a typical crooked used car salesman because he doesn’t even have a car to sell, only compulsion to purchase a communist product that nobody wants or go to jail if the fines aren’t paid.  Obama lied to get Americans to listen to him, and he has put coercion behind the effort through the IRS and Department of Justice to execute the task.  A used car salesman might lie to make the sale, but at least consumers get to take home a car.  With Obama, they go home with less than the started with in cancelled insurance policies, lost opportunities for health care quality, and a lot more money out of their pockets.

The President of The United States is a liar, a cheat, and menace to American civilization.  And the proof of that statement is in what has happened with Obamacare.  The White House can spin the reason for the lies all they like, but the fact remains Obama lied and he will always be remembered for it.  Being a liar is the legacy of Barack Obama, and in the publication Politifact.com he has forever the distinction of having the “lie of the year,” which is quite a feat considering some of the things that have happened in 2013 in the public arena.

But that’s not all Obama lied about.  Recently Obama’s Uncle Onyango Obama received his green card after waiting 50 years to get it, living illegally in Boston.  President Obama has previously denied that they knew anything about Uncle Obama.  Yet at the deportation hearing recently, The White House had to grudgingly stand by the uncle—and within a few hours Onyango finally received his green card so he could stay in the country.    Here is the report from France 24:

A US immigration judge ruled on Tuesday that President Barack Obama‘s Kenyan-born uncle can stay in the US as a lawful resident, despite his decades of dodging deportation and a 2011 drunk-driving arrest.

Judge Leonard Shapiro made the decision after Onyango Obama, 69, testified that he had lived in the US for 50 years, been a hard worker, paid income tax and had been arrested only once.

Asked about his family in the US, he said he has a sister and two nieces, then added, “I do have a nephew”. Asked to name the nephew, he said, “Barack Obama,” then added, “He’s the president of the United States”.

Obama testified that President Obama stayed with him for three weeks in Cambridge while the president was a student at Harvard Law School.

“In our tradition, your brother’s kids are your kids as well,” he said after the hearing.

Wong said he didn’t receive any special treatment and was happy with the judge’s decision.

If the government appeals, a notice must be filed within 30 days. Wong said Obama could get US citizenship after five years.

The White House had said it expected the case to be handled like any other.

In the president’s memoir, “Dreams from My Father,” he writes about a 1988 trip to Kenya and refers to an Uncle Omar, who matches Onyango Obama’s background and has the same date of birth.

Onyango Obama is the second Obama family member to be found living illegally in the US. His sister, Zeituni Onyango, the president’s aunt, was granted asylum in 2010 after her first asylum request in 2002 was rejected and she was ordered to be deported in 2004.

http://www.france24.com/en/20131204-obama-uncle-green-card-kenya-usa/

Bet you didn’t know any of that dear reader…………did you?  Obama is a liar, the worst kind there is.  He lies about lying.  Yet he is in charge of the highest office in the world, and he’s likely one of the biggest criminals.  So is it any surprise that Obama has been designated the “lie of the year” honor?  And does anybody think these are the only ones?  If you do, the joke is on you.

Rich Hoffman

 www.OVERMANWARRIOR.com