I always thought it was strange when I gave an interview once to Michael Clark at the Cincinnati Enquirer how the reporter asked me so many questions about Joan Powell—and what I thought she should do differently to help repair the image at Lakota schools. He came across as having a “man crush” on her, which didn’t seem possible—but to each their own. Later it became obvious that Clark and Powell where intellectual adulterers—cut from the same cloth philosophically. So it should come as no surprise that Clark was salivating over Powell upon her exit from Lakota schools at the end of fiscal year 2013. CLICK THE LINK BELOW TO SEE CLARK’S PARTING TRIBUTE TO POWELL.
For everyone else, Powell was a menace—a power hungry despot that played a lot of political games and used her position at the school to assist her real estate career. I summed up Powell’s career more appropriately than Clark on 700 WLW where Doc Thompson and I poked fun at the kind of things that the Lakota school board wanted to cover up—like the infighting that was going on. Watch the video below to reminisce over those events.
For the collective good of Lakota Linda and Powell put their differences aside and pulled everyone together for another levy attempt at the end of 2011 going into 2012. Powell being an old veteran on school boards run by radical left wingers like Jamie Green and Sandra Wheatley clearly sided with the labor union advocate groups against tax payers, and instead of listing to the voters in the previous three elections decided to go on a public relations campaign against me specifically working very hard behind the scenes to eliminate opposition to her will and unite the community in the same way that she pulled the board together. The situation backfired leaving Lakota to not attempt another levy for 2 more years in spite of having the media, politics, and many latté sipping prostitutes in her back pocket for support. Instead Powell would sanction the spending of many, many thousands of dollars carrying over into the deep six figures hiring specialists that would improve Lakota’s public relations and hopefully win a levy not based on merit, but on pity.
Lakota simply threw looted money at their problems, and then asked for a tax increase to cover the costs. It was a situation of pro public education radicalism at its worst. Powell never portrayed herself as a radical, but her behavior certainly represented such views. This is the legacy of Joan Powell at Lakota—a big spender who used the school to sell homes to panicky young parents who needed a day time babysitter for their children—and Lakota schools through taxation was cheaper than their other options.
Reporters at all the major television stations and of course the papers never felt comfortable covering these follies because of the perception of public education as being the centerpiece of a community. To admit such things as being faulty would be to admit that there are serious social issues afoot that are contextually destructive. So rather than analyze the pro tax radicalism of Joan Powell and past Lakota school boards—they only measured the success rate of levy passage as an indicator of a successful school district. For instance, this is how Clark from the Cincinnati Enquirer framed one of the successful hurdles overcome by Joan Powell during her reign, “The longest operating tax levy losing streak in Lakota history. From 2004 to this fall, voters rejected six of seven school tax hikes. But in November voters narrowly approved a new school operating tax.” The assumption in that comment is that it is taxes that make a successful school, and if every few years taxes are passed—then the school will be considered productive. There is never the question asked as to how long such taxes could be extorted from the public before the whole house of cards comes crashing down—or how many homeowners were forced to leave their homes because of the high taxes. Or, how many businesses folded because of taxes, or how many didn’t sign a lease because the tax rates were too high. The opportunity cost assessment of tax increases were never analyzed by the mainstream media. The only measure of success was whether or not taxes were obtained so that school boards like the one that Powell was president over could throw money at labor union collective bargaining contracts and buy a few more years of peace from that radical progressive element.
For all those reasons the best Christmas present the Lakota school district could have received is the retirement of Joan Powell from the school board. The remaining board members have issues—and lean way too far to the political left—but are not relics from the old corrupt days at Lakota the way Powell was. The challenges to the board from No Lakota Levy have made them function better as a leadership body. People like Powell and the current superintendent Karen Mantia resist that improvement—but the tide is slowly sweeping their type out to sea. That is not to say that all is well at Lakota—but the old guard progressive types like Powell are fading off into nightmarish memory. She is the last of the heavy radicals who occupied the board at Lakota and paved the way for the ridiculously high teacher salaries, the misspending, and the many cover-ups.
The way Powell did it was reporters like Clark ate from her hand like a tamed dog sitting by her side waiting for table scraps of information carefully arranged by Lakota’s public relations people. Without that cooperation Lakota might have actually lived within its means, not dumbed down so many children, and ruined the lives of so many people caught in cover-ups. The path to hell is always paved with good intentions—and I believe that Powell was full of good intentions. The remaining question is—good for who? The answer will come in time. With Powell gone from the board one of the most divisive and manipulative public figures in Butler County is no longer able to do such corrosive damage directly. For me, the best Christmas present I received in 2013 came from the ending of her time as school board member and president. A Lakota without Joan Powell is one that has hope—unless your perspective is a giant state-run school teaching progressive instruction taking society into a Brave New World. In that case, Joan was a Madonna and symbol of radical advancement of left-leaning policies designed to shape the entire world. In that regard, Joan was successful—for those kinds of people.
I will always enjoy knowing that Joan spent several hundred thousand tax payer dollars and two years worth of effort to move voters 4% points only to extort more money from the local residents. Now that is a legacy!
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.”
Robertson hates gay people. Robertson in 2010: “Women with women, men with men, they committed indecent acts with one another, and they received in themselves the due penalty for their perversions. They’re full of murder, envy, strife, hatred. They are insolent, arrogant, God-haters. They are heartless, they are faithless, they are senseless, they are ruthless. They invent ways of doing evil.” Read more: http://www.businessinsider.com/when-you-defend-phil-robertson-heres-what-youre-really-defending-2013-12#ixzz2oCcXh1Rk
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?
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.
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.
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:
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.
What I enjoy most about playing the Star Wars: The Old Republic MMO game online is that the environment is so vibrant. There are interesting robots co-existing with many life forms freely, flying drone droids, and interstellar flight between planets that a player can embark on. The worlds and their options are full of cool new technology, and wonderful concepts that point to the kind of world we could have in America under open capitalism. As I watched the Sunday news over this past weekend displaying the pro Street Car people in Cincinnati struggling to keep that old technology of public transport viable, I couldn’t help but think how ignorant, and backward it was. Street cars were the premier form of transportation when few people had personal cars, and electricity had just been invented—at the start of the progressive era. For progressives, the Street Car is the symbol of their movement’s beginnings, and the love of that era resides exclusively in such sentimentally. Nearly at the same time that the nightly news was running the Cincinnati Street Car story CEO Jeff Bezos from Amazon.com was dropping a bomb on 60 Minutes showing the future of package delivery, a personal drone that can deliver packages directly to the doorstep of a residence with the simple click of a button.
Bezos is correct when he stated to 60 Minutes that the biggest hindrance to the new delivery service is not technology, but the government through the FFA. It will be the government which will hold back Amazon’s newest innovation, not the process of innovation itself. But this is an old story. The government wants street cars which take them back to the start of their political power—the progressive era of Teddy Roosevelt and Woodrow Wilson. Government could have never created the kind of delivery system that Jeff Bezos did. If not for Bezos the United Postal Service would still be hand sorting most of their mail the old fashion way paid for by a stamp. Because of Bezos I can order just about any book I desire ever printed in the world and have it delivered to my doorstep within two days—and that is a tremendous gift.
Most of the purchases I make regarding entertainment come from Amazon.com. I prefer to see the packages arrive on my door step as opposed to the pain in the ass of driving to get things at an actual store. I love brick and mortar stores, but when it comes to making a purchase, I rarely ever buy something from an actual store. It is purchased on Amazon.com because of the options they offer, reliability of service, and the convenience of the whole process. With this new proposal of Amazon Prime Air if I need something that Amazon.com has in their inventory, especially business related items like toner cartridges, circuit boards, or even ram memory, I could click on the Prime Air delivery method and have that item delivered to my place of business within 30 minutes and that is a huge. That is less time than it takes to drive to Staples and back if an IT type of situation arises during the business day.
Of course those in government don’t understand why anybody would want to be in such a hurry. They think people should wait a few more hours to ride a street car as opposed to driving a car, that flying by air should take two hours of prep time before the flight because of the TSA for “safety,” and that the old postage service ran by the government should continue to be subsidized when UPS and FedEx are so much better—and more reliable. Government doesn’t care about speed because their paychecks don’t depend on it. Government wages are stolen from tax payers often against their will—so there won’t be much sympathy from the FFA over Amazon’s new proposal. Look for the warning videos coming out by the government admonitions about the Amazon bots running into little children and cutting them into thousands of pieces, or drones falling out of the sky and damaging property–the federal government does not want Amazon shipping packages in such an innovative fashion. Individual employees working for government of course will, but the general philosophy of government does not.
The one variable in this whole endeavor is Jeff Bezos himself. I’m a fan to say the least. He is the kind of person who carries the world on his back in the classic Atlas way. He is an innovator and a wonderful example of a generally good person. He’s charitable on his own accord, and he’s a capitalist—he’s a class act and the kind of person every American should strive to be. He is smart to not attack the government directly. He handled the 60 Minute interview wonderfully placing his ideals out to the public in the way that Walt Disney used to—with epic fashion. I enjoy 60 Minutes as a group of good reporters who do generally honest work, but I don’t normally watch them as I’m usually too busy. But after the epic Bronco game versus Kansas City, I gave it a chance because of the Bezos story, and I’m glad I did. It might have been one of the most important news broadcasts I will see in my life time because of what such a revelation means.
Folks, I have told you here at Overmanwarrior’s Wisdom about cures for cancer, I have told you about regenerative growth for tissue, I have told you about all 11 dimensions known to physics, and the potential of personal air transportation on a larger scale, and now here are these Amazon Drones, a reality today only hindered by government regulation. I have told you as recently as two days ago about the potential of Zero-point energy—which means free electricity for everyone—everywhere. I have told you about the benefits of Thorium power and a host of many other topics. I have also railed against public education, colleges, and politics with a fury because it is those things which stand in the way of mankind having the kind of inventions that Bezos is proposing. Government is not trying to help society, it is killing it. Bezos can’t say such things because he’s a billionaire and the IRS and many other regulatory agencies would crack down on Amazon.com faster than lightning during a summer storm if he did. The way people like Bezos keep the looters at bay is to put money in their pockets and shut them up—which is a dirty little secret nobody wants to discuss in the light of day.
Meanwhile, as I wait for all the progressive looters of government to die off, and or run out of money—I’ll just continue playing The Old Republic where I can have all those things right now in a fantasy environment online. When I play those games I don’t have to wait for the FFA to decide after 10 years of deliberation that the Bezos concept for Amazon is “safe” enough, because by then the propeller technology they are using today will be outdated in favor of something else—something even more reliable—like anti-gravity demonstrated through The Hutchinson Effect. My anger at government is that they are just too damn stupid, and too limited in their thinking. They are slow, lazy, and have the intellect of infants without the initiative to learn. They are slugs to innovation and keep the world from being what it could be as decided by the free market.
Amazon.com led by Jeff Bezos is one of the most successful companies in the world and is a creation of American ingenuity. It wasn’t invented in Russia, China, Japan, or any country in Europe. It is the by-product of innovation, capital, and will-power that rose to influence quicker than government knew how to stop it—or rob it blind. Because of who they are, and what they represent to every human being on planet earth, and their political neutrality, they have the best chance of getting their drone program through the FFA. The Amazon Drones are the gateway to the future, and it was delivered to America’s doorstep on 60 Minutes to the eyes of the entire world. Soon, with a lot of effort behind Bezos and many millions of dollars of money thrown at stuffy politicians and government looters, Bezos has the best shot at making something actually happen which is very, very exciting. But what he is doing for Amazon.com now is something that a country functioning from pure capitalism would have already had twenty years ago, and something that the FFA will surely hold up for another ten—for no other reason but their own stupidity.
Reliable sources state that the Millennium Falcon has been sighted on the outskirts of Pinewood Studios in England, built at a secret location for the upcoming filming of Star Wars Episode 7. This is exciting news for people like me who have been following the construction of an actual full-scale Falcon outside of Nashville, Tennessee by Chris Lee and his team of devoted model builders. The sources are reliable because many of the production team on this latest Star Wars film, unlike those from the past, are Star Wars fans, and their excitement seeing the actual Falcon has been too much to keep quiet about. As I’ve covered here many times, The Millennium Falcon is one of the greatest symbols of freedom that the modern human race has. I would say that the time I saw the actual model of it at a Smithsonian exhibit years ago was nearly a religious experience for me. I took hundreds of pictures of it at a time before there was digital photography. It is one of the most recognizable images in the entire world, and that status will be solidified over the next decade. The Millennium Falcon is currently the most photographed fictional item anywhere; it also appears in the most fictional literature being written about in over 200 novels and countless comic books. It is an icon of the Star Wars franchise and it appears that Lucasfilm in close association with the Disney Company has built a full-scale Falcon to film with a seamless tracking shot where the characters can actually walk onto the ship from the exterior with a steady cam rig and up into the interior in one take—just to show off that they can execute such an ambitious task. The Falcon can then be taken to a Disney Park to be placed on permanent display with a similar strategy as Disney has used on The Black Pearl from the Pirate of the Caribbean films. The Millennium Falcon is similar to The Black Pearl in that they are both pirate vessels from their respected franchises.
There are a lot of very real things to worry about in the world such as the debt ceiling issues, the funding of the government, Obamacare, the collapsing Social Security situation, declining wages, a wrecked moral compass on the world stage, but it’s time every now and again to enjoy the things that are good. For me, the release of The Old Republic’s Galactic Starfighter game has been a long time and coming and is something I deeply cherish. The news about the Falcon hit the news wire about the same time as Galactic Starfighter was uploaded onto The Old Republic servers and has given me over the last 24 hours countless pleasure. It is a wonderful game, which is rather complicated and takes some getting used to. But it is the best of the best in my opinion, a nice tribute to my favorite space simulator of all time in X-Wing Fighter from way back in the 90s, and the more modern Xbox version of Star Wars: Battlefront.Galactic Starfighter plays very slick, has lots of things going on the HUD display, and is fast—which is just how I like things.
In my 2004 novel The Symposium of Justice one of the subplots was a story called “The Return of the Flying Tigers” where a group of air combat simulator enthusiasts took to the skies in converted M400 Skycars to attack a Washington D.C. taken over by the United Nations causing a second Civil War in America. The video game players went up against Apache helicopters and other military vessels during raids over the beleaguered American capital. Playing Galactic Starfighter with a host of other live players who are quite good gives the sense that such a thing is very possible. The skills that must be established to be good at the game are fundamental combat strategies that would be taught in any military academy, and it is fun to see that out of all the entertainment options available to the players of the game, that they prefer to fight it out with other pilots in a free world where rewards are granted for heroics, bravery, and daring.
In the real world the attributes that make people good at Galactic Starfighter are penalized, so it should come as no surprise that so many people are fleeing the real world to live in a fantasy one—so to preserve their concept of valor. Galactic Starfighter only opened on December 3, 2013 to subscribers. The game goes live to everyone else in February—so I feel privileged to be able to fly with so many people on a game that has so much early interest, and enthusiasm. It gives me hope for tomorrow to see so many people at least in their minds yearning for the nobility of aerial combat.
It is nice to take a break from the world’s problems and sign in to a place where things make much more sense—a world where risk still earns rewards and everyone doesn’t live in a padded room for fear of becoming hurt. The action in Galactic Starfighter is fast and furious—and highly addictive. I am hooked. It is the perfect homage to the kind of stories that have spawn off a saga born from The Millennium Falcon. It is also why when the next Star Wars film is finished, that millions upon millions of fans will flock from the far reaches of the world to see it in person when Disney places the vintage ship into one of its parks. I’ll be one of those millions, because of what it means to those who find games like Galactic Starfighter to be as essential as food, water and sleep.
In preparation for the start of the new flight simulator on The Old Republic I ran one of the very hard rail missions—the Heroic level 7 runs with my XS-Freighter. Those runs are nearly impossible requiring a pilot to take out several scout ships, run a mine field, and take out a capital ship while navigating an asteroid field at a very high-speed. I can’t recall a time when my heart has beat so hard as it did during this mission, and when I cleared it with a perfect score, I was ready to burst with excitement. That’s how much fun these flight simulators are, and now with Galactic Starfighter how much better a great game like The Old Republic is with the new addition. The very first thing I did on the morning of December 3, 2013 was upload the new addition. And the game hasn’t been turned off since……………
Here is the official press release from BioWare:
12.03.2013
Early Access to Galactic Starfighter Digital Expansion Available to Star Wars: The OldRepublic Subscribers Today
AUSTIN, Texas – Dec. 3, 2013 – The journey to become a legendary Starfighter pilot begins now! Today, BioWare™ a division of Electronic Arts Inc. (NASDAQ: EA), and LucasArts granted early access for current subscribers to the new Free-to-Play Star Wars™: The Old Republic™ Digital Expansion, Galactic Starfighter. The second Digital Expansion introduces 12v12 intense Player-vs-Player (PvP) free-flight dogfighting and fierce factional battles as the war between the Sith Empire and the Galactic Republic explodes into space. Players will compete and advance to earn experience, in the form of “requisition” to unlock awesome new weapons, powers and abilities to customize their ultimate Starfighter.
“We are so excited for players to experience all the incredible new content in Galactic Starfighter, while still gaining additional XP and credits to give their ground game characters a boost,” said Jeff Hickman, Vice President, General Manager of BioWare Austin. “Free-flight space combat is a feature the fans have been asking for, and Galactic Starfighter really delivers on that feeling of heart-pounding fast-paced dogfighting action that you expect in a Star Wars™ game.”
Anyone who becomes a subscriber will be able to jump right into Galactic Starfighter and become part of the factional combat and free flight PvP experience (no minimum character level requirements apply). In addition to gaining early access to Galactic Starfighter, subscribers will receive exclusive rewards, including custom paint jobs, two pilot suits and two titles (“Test Pilot” and “First Galactic Starfighter”). Preferred Status Players* will be granted access to Galactic Starfighter on January 14, before the Digital Expansion becomes available to the public beginning on February 4.
Star Wars: The OldRepublic is a Free-to-Play, award-winning MMO set thousands of years before the classic Star Wars movies. Players team up with friends online to fight in heroic battles between the Republic and Empire, exploring a galaxy of vibrant planets and experiencing visceral Star Wars combat. Now players can experience the complete storylines of the eight iconic Star Wars classes, all the way to Level 50 without having to pay a monthly fee. The Free-to-Play option complements the existing subscription offering, providing greater flexibility in how to experience Star Wars: The Old Republic.
Galactic Starfighter is a 12v12 PvP free flight space shooter. At its core, it is all about coming as close as we can to recreating the incredible experience of space combat as seen in the Star Wars™ movies. It is fast, furious dogfighting action where you get to choose your style of play by selecting the Starfighter that is right for you, be it Scout, Strike Fighter or Gunship (or all of the above!), blowing up your enemies, and then using Requisition (experience) to upgrade and customize your ships.
From the start, we wanted to make sure that we nailed the feel of “free flight” Star Wars space combat, so we’ve taken great pains to get the controls just right. It is flat-out fun to simply fly your ship through the battle zones we’ve created. The Scout feels zippy and maneuverable, the Strike Fighter nails the all-purpose combat role, and the Gunship is really, really good at picking off targets from long-range then relocating to the next cover point to keep out of harm’s way.
Finally, there are a TON of options for customization. And I’m not just talking about re-painting your ship (though I recommend that you do!). I mean swapping out your weapons and engines and SEEING the actual ship change shape, while altering your stats and abilities. I’m talking about equipping Treek as your co-pilot and hearing her chirp at you when an enemy is locking onto you with missiles. PLUS repainting your ship, recoloring your paint job, customizing the color of your blaster bolts and your engine trails. Beyond the visual and audio customizations, Major and Minor components plus Crew equal a HUGE number of stat and ability changes that allow you to tweak your Starfighter to your heart’s content and the Major and Minor components all have full upgrade paths as well.
This is a HUGE update to the game and we expect you’ll be playing and enjoying Galactic Starfighter for years to come.
But Wait, There’s More!
I want to take a moment to point out that this feature is just getting started. What do I mean by that? Well, for Early Access we will have two very distinct battle zones and one game mode plus fourteen unique Starfighters with all of the customizations mentioned above, but that’s not even our full Launch content! Galactic Starfighter is much more than that. In February for our full Launch, we add a new role (the Bomber) plus 10 more Starfighters for a grand total of 24 ships to customize and take into battle. Add to that an incredible new dynamic Flashpoint that is level and role neutral called Kuat Driveyards which ties our ground game story directly into the space PvP action with a new Starfighter area on the fleet and you begin to see that full scope of what we’re delivering.
Taking it one step beyond, we have already laid out significant plans for Space PvP to support it far into the future, so there will be regular releases of content to keep our Starfighters happy for a good long time to come. As with everything in our game, we will be listening raptly on all available channels for YOUR input to shape what Starfighter becomes as it evolves. Thank you for your ongoing support. It means the world to us.
Since I was about 19 I have kept volumes and volumes of notes about my observations regarding life as it truly is. I have done that for over 25 years now and the process has migrated from little notebooks that family members would buy my for Christmas and birthdays, to loose-leaf notebook paper in binders written upon front and back and down across the margins haphazardly in some situations to complete a thought without having to turn the paper over. That process has evolved of course into what I share daily here at Overmanwarrior’s Wisdom. Of course to outsiders—people who do not know me, they continue to be baffled as to why I do all this. After the Lakota election many of the unionized workers happy to have been given a tax increase by the community sent me a barrage of comments letting me know that all my work over the last three years has been fruitless—since they won the money anyway. This is because of their small mindedness that they think this way, and points to a resolution which will be concluded at the climax of this article. A written body of work such as what I publish here may only have a 1% chance of changing an election. That falls within the margin of victory for a candidate like Mark Welsh and Cathy Stoker in West Chester, or the Lakota levy which was a few hundred votes short out of thousands going up against an energized group of levy addicts. The number goes up to perhaps 5% if the media type is popular and well-received such as The National Enquirer, People Magazine, or some other populous enterprise. On the night of the election, Overmanwarrior’s Wisdom saw 2000 hits that evening above the daily normal of 400 to 500. The spike was because the normally placid intellectual thinkers wanted somebody to tell them how to vote—so they looked to my blog to help them make a decision. In an election that had about 26,000 votes cast, my blog probably changed the vote of about 300 people, most of the rest of that 2000 were from the other side nervous about their results and wondering what I was saying.
My entire adult life I have yearned to observe, think, and to write these things down in the solitude of my own mind. Most of the notes I made over the years repeat themselves over and over again—or they lack proper conclusions. This is because I was working things out. By the time I started this blog, I had most of the answers to everything in life—because I had spent a quarter century getting those answers. My personal education could not come from orthodox sources but came from a mind on fire not looking for a way to douse the flames, but to throw more logs on to make it roar. During my orthodox education, which was as extensive as anyone’s, I noticed and wrote about as a young twenty year old, that education institutions seemed more intent to put out the fire of my mind, than to feed it, so I rebelled against that notion with a fury. Even back then while most people my age were focused on getting drunk and “partying” I was sitting late at night at Waffle Houses and Perkins restaurants with my notebooks open writing till four and five in the morning.
My Cliffhanger character from my novel The Symposium of Justice was autobiographical, just for the record. The character I created for Tail of the Dragon was a version of that which had accepted a degree of submission in his life until he reached a breaking point. Cliffhanger never reached a point like that—which many publishers and book review professionals have told me is “unrelateable” to the general public. Cliffhanger is intellectually unreachable for most people, and I know that—I know why, how, and for how long and I’m OK with it—because it’s autobiographical. I wrote Tail of the Dragon to show that I could come off my personal mountain and speak the language of everyone else, but even then, Fletcher Finnegan was beyond the reach of most. Not because he wasn’t a compelling character full of motivation, but it’s what drives that motivation that begins the difficulty.
If over the last year you invited me for a drink and I went, I must really, really like you—and for the record one person asked me about 6 times and I did go twice—and they know who they are. I struggle to find time to be with all the people who want some of my attention. I simply can’t do it—I don’t have the time. I reflected at my mother’s Thanksgiving Day meal that they only live about 2 miles from my home, yet I only saw them 3 times the entire duration of 2013. The reason is not that I don’t care about them, but they are on a different set of tracks that don’t intersect with mine very often. Typically, I read, write, and think for 19-20 hours per day, every day. Thinking is my hobby, and is as important to me as breathing. Climates where people are busy trying to forget are not conducive to the thinking I enjoy doing, so I turn down social invitations nearly 95% of the time. Out of all the invites, I give in one or two times a year just to show people who I respect their friendships—but at home are my stacks and stacks of books, notes and a view of the woods that is the focus of much contemplation—and there’s no place else that I’d rather be.
One of my favorite all time movies is The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly, and in that film Clint Eastwood says, “In this world there are two kinds of people my friend, those with loaded guns, and those who dig—you dig.” There is a truth to that statement that extends to a logic bedded deep in our human hearts and minds—it permeates time and space through many cultural manifestations and made that movie not just a good one—but a great one. But why, and how—it was a question that started me on this quest beginning at age 19. Instead of learning to shoot like Clint Eastwood did in that film, the quest became an intellectual one leading to hours and hours of solitary confinement—hours of practicing bullwhips in my back yard putting out candles with a crack, and thinking about why some men have guns while others are always carrying shovels. In that answer was the solution as to why communism will never work, why economies rise and fall, and why some people are smart while others are stupid.
My purpose for writing this blog is not for those who carry shovels and dig—the media types who do what their editors tell them to, or to the public education employees who have had their intellectual curiosity extinguished in exchange for a stolen pay check paid for by tax payers. I don’t write it for the typical Entertainment Tonight viewer who is only concerned about gossip and nonsense. I don’t even write it to win elections—although I often have my hopes and endorse candidates and ideals occasionally. I share my notes with the general public now instead of scattered notes written down everywhere just to capture thoughts as I think them—because I am intellectually reloading the guns of those who have them—metaphorically speaking. I know who reads here, and most of them are leaders in powerful places who shape policy. Some of them are Supreme Court members—you know who you are, they are powerful national politicians, they are local politicians they are leaders of political activism, they run business, they run media and all of them are shackled by their social roles to express the things I do, which they also feel. What they all share in common is that they tend to be leaders—not followers—they carry guns, not shovels.
Clint Eastwood’s line in that famous movie is another way of articulating Pirsig’s train theory—there are some people who are on the cutting edge, and some who are content to remain in the caboose. CLICK HERE TO REVIEW. But to say things another way—a more appropriate way is to say that some people are meant to be leaders and are others second-handers leading democracies to always fail as a stable form of government always slipping into an abyss of collectivism if allowed to evolve on their own. My character of Cliffhanger from The Symposium of Justice is named as such because he is always on the cutting edge, he is at the front of Pirsig’s train. He pulls society along—they feed off him and his strength. The conflict occurs when they (society) wish to believe that they guide the train, which they do not. They are only passengers—or otherwise “second-handers” the way Ayn Rand defined them in her 1943 novel The Fountainhead. “Whether explicitly or otherwise, the independent man grasps the distinction between the metaphysical and the man-made. Conformity to the metaphysically given, he understands, is essential to successful action; the man-made may be accepted only if and when it achieves or flows from such conformity. This kind of individual fulfills the basic requirement of human survival: he knows how–by reference to what absolute—to form his ideas and choose his actions.
“To the second-hander, by contrast, the man-made—whether rational or irrational, true or false, good or evil—becomes the equivalent of realty. This kind of individual, having detached himself from the realm of existence, has no standard by which to judge others; he has no way to know whose ideas to follow, whose behavior to copy, whose favor to curry. Such a person reduces himself to helplessness, the fundamental helplessness of having left his life to the mercy of blind chance. The result is most people’s desperate need for an authority, religious or secular, who will take over their lives, make their value-judgments, and tell them what to do. The independent man will refuse any such role, but the worst second-hander of all, the power luster is eager to accept it. Thereafter, he destroys everyone, including himself. In other words, people at the back of Pirsig’s train are second-handers and unfit to make leadership decisions because the point of decision-making is at the front of the train where the leaders reside. And society does not have an abundance of leaders at the front to make decisions. We do not produce enough of them—and this is a major problem. The second-hander is the person who spends their lives digging under the threat of those with metaphorical guns.
Barack Obama is a second-hander because he is clearly in the back of the decision-making train and always has been. His power comes second-hand, through lies, manipulation, coercion and political help. By the time the train passes a spot of decision-making, it has passed a point where Obama could ever make a correct decision. Lakota schools and the employees of the last tax increase are second-handers in that they believe that what they instruct in the back of the train can influence the direction of society. But it is impossible because they are at the back well behind the point of decision-making and can only react to the fate of the train on the track wherever it may go. Most of the media are second-handers because they build their lives around people like Barack Obama, or public schools like Lakota—so they lack any real authority to report how decisions should be made, they can only report what they observe as the train moves down the tracks unable to lead society in any proper direction. No amount of study can change this nature—no doctorate degree, no level of government sanctioned authority can change these metaphysical laws, they are what they are. When society holds elections in a democracy, the ballots are cast at the back of the train, not the front—the perception of the elections are shaped entirely by second-handers. Leaders are not miraculously produced as a result—which is why people are nearly always disappointed by-election results, even if their candidate wins.
What I write here and share as my personal notes in blog form are intended for the type of people who wish to be at the front of the train, and that is typically who reads most often and diligently. Decisions are made at this point, not in the democracy at the back where those with shovels “dig.” Those with guns and not afraid to use them have to know where to shoot, and at what—so they must be at the front of the train where they can see. Everyone else digs in the back letting others make decisions for their lives because they fear the responsibility to do it on their own.
I have never had any desire to be at the back of the train—never one day in my entire life. I’ve went back there a few times just to see what all the fuss is about only to return to the front out of sheer disgust. When people provide invites to socialize—those events are always in the back of the train and while there, I cannot see what’s coming down the tracks—and I don’t enjoy that position. I like to be not just on the front of the train, but hanging over the edge of the front watching the moving tracks rolling by underneath. I like to be at the furthest point forward that is humanly possible and it doesn’t come from conversations with second-handers. I do not write these millions upon millions of words to get rich off of appealing to the masses—the second-handers. The intent is to share my notes with the leaders-the people inclined to sit at the front and make decisions well before anyone else is aware that a decision needs to be made. Like Clint Eastwood said about guns and digging—the proper way to explain the same metaphor is to state that there are two kinds of people, those who sit at the front of the train and are leaders, and those who simply ride that train, the second-handers. In a society it takes both to make things work, but it is important to understand that democracy does not work—a society cannot survive if it is run by second-handers. It must be run by leaders—and this is the point of my many words, notes and future articles. Second-handers will call these words rants, they will call them “attention grabbers,” they will call them “politically threatening” but they will all be wrong. They are simply revealing their motives for doing things second-handed, and cannot understand life at the front of the train. Their opinions do not matter because by the time they make a decision the ability to change directions has already passed—so all their statements constitute noise and nothing more. I am not concerned about their noise. I am concerned with what’s coming down the tracks and conversing with those who crave the front of the train away from the second-handers at the back.
With that in mind, I think it is time to start talking more about what’s coming down the tracks instead of all the stupid decisions that weren’t made at important junctures because second-handers through democratic authority gained the ability to lead—to their own peril and many others. In the future, this will be the direction taken at Overmanwarrior’s Wisdom. We know now how we arrived at where we are. We know who made the dumb decisions and why. Now we have to distinguish ourselves from them and divide the train up properly into who has the guns and who has the shovels—or more philosophically proper—who has leadership and who are the second-handers. It is time to let the second-handers know what they are and to shove them out-of-the-way so that we can right our train back on the correct track and get moving in the proper direction. And that job requires an understanding of what’s coming—which is the summation of my twenty-five years of notes which has given me a map of where we need to go. So it’s time to use it. I do not care about the squawks of the second-handers, their protests, their opinions, their cries for help, or their desire for comfort. Nothing they say will help—it’s just noise in the background as the train barrels down the tracks. I don’t even care to sell them souvenirs on the journey because that requires interaction with them, and I can’t stand these days to do even that. Leadership is all that matters and seeing what’s coming before we get to a point of being beyond where decisions no longer matter. That is where all the notes, the reading, and writing are intended to go, and where my focus will reside. If it makes the second-handers angry, so be it. Instead of calling them all the names which is the result of their social position, like Marxists, socialists, progressives, communists, school teachers—etc, I think it’s time to let them know their true place on the train—and the proper name of their kind. As Clint Eastwood said, there are those with guns and those who dig. Rich Hoffman says, “there are those who are “cliffhanger’s” hanging over the front of the train on its perilous journey, and those who are second-handers who sit in the back and are victims to wherever the train goes.” My effort goes to those at the front of the train—as those in the back are only capable of observing the world as it goes by.
If anyone were to wonder what the Founding Fathers would think of America today, people might have had a glimpse when Ernie Tertelgte, age 52, represented himself in court against misdemeanor charges of obstructing a peace officer and resisting arrest relating to an Aug. 31 incident where he was cited for fishing without a license, according to KBZK. He argued that “universal law” allows him to hunt for food to feed himself.
Tertelgte then proceeded to continue talking and was asked again to remain silent as a dumb founded judge sat helplessly in her chair bewildered as to how to proceed. The court room employees who process daily dozens of cases and over the course of a year, thousands—purely for the revenue that is brought to the courts through guilty pleas was uncertain how to proceed against Tertelgte’s statements which were as close to what might have been heard from 1776 to 1791 in America as anyone living today could hope to encounter.
“I cannot ma’am in honor of the Constitution of the United States,” he said. “I can’t allow a man who carries British recognition for the purposes of British ministerial law to continue to persecute me.”
“I cannot ma’am,” Tertelgte continued. “I have to honor the founder’s ma’am. I honor the memory of those who fought and died that we can be free of this type of thing.”
There were of course snickers from those who have become used to blind compliance at Tertelgte’s naiveté. After all the Montana man was failing to recognize over 200 years of progressive legal manipulation, feel good policies, and the minds of many academic scholars who have added their own words to The United States Constitution over the years—the case law from many attorneys, the decisions of Supreme Courts, and the stump speeches and laws created by many Presidents. Tertelgte simply wanted to be left alone to fish, but even the remote state of Montana had imposed itself into the basic food gathering activity demanding that those who wished to participate pay them a fee. Most Americans have been broken like a beaten horse to do as they are told, to speak when they are told to speak, and to think what they are told to think—so Tertelgte’s words seem alien to them, spoken from a different time by a different people.
The argument that Tertelgte cited in court is essentially the same type of thing that the plot to my 2012 novel Tail of the Dragon was all about—a rural personality colliding with the statists of a court room and refusing to acknowledge their power over individuals. That novel was based on my personal experiences in court which were so numerous that they nearly number the stars in the sky on a cold cloudless winter night. Starting at about the age of 25, I stopped hiring lawyers and just did the job myself which really angered judges—because they expect their victims to pay the proper lawyer fees and to respect the game they are playing. But when lives and fortunes are at stake, it is foolish to leave freedom to chance letting some snot-nosed lawyer who golf’s with the judge a few times a year to throw you to the wolves with politeness—or some invisible courtroom etiquette that is made up of legal tradition vacant of respect for individual rights.
To the 30-year-old millennial who spent the night before the recent Thanksgiving thinking about their drunken college days in intoxicated bliss, but proudly displaying their teaching certificate from those days on a wall at their home, or a law degree over their office desk, the words of Ernie Tertelgte might as well have come from E.T. The Extraterrestrial. Tertelgte is a dinosaur from another time and another place—a Constitutional purist that naively failed to give the modern minds of statism the time of day. Those same millennial’s drinking heavily on the Thanksgiving’s Holiday watching YouTube clips of Tertelgte on their iPhones with upturned pinkies and giggling tirades lack a mind to even understand that it was Tertelgte who was right and they who were on the path to extinction. As remote and distant as Ernie Tertelgte might seem to the modern human being, it is Tertelgte’s position which is sustainable, not the modern statist who accepts the fines of the court blindly without question and the authority of a judge to rule over their lives with an ignorance bred in Europe.
Tertelgte was right when he stated that the American court system was British ministerial law. In the years after the formation of the Constitution—beyond 1791, the American people a little homesick from mother Europe bounced back into the mentality of their former rulers. They did this by default—because freedom is hard, and requires people to be self-reliant. Freedom requires gumption, and intelligence—aspects of modern life that are grossly missing. Governments through their control of the school systems, the national park system, taxes, regulation, and virtually every facet of modern life have taught people not to think—to just turn up their pinkies around a beer glass and chug—then make fun of people like Ernie Tertelgte so to discourage others from following his example.
Europe and its policies of kingdoms, statism, princes, princesses, peasants and all the hierarchies of obedience was rejected in America for a brief time in human history, and The American Constitution captured that philosophy in a bottle to preserve for all time. It didn’t take long for European loving lawyers, judges, and homesick settlers who knew of nothing else to snap back into the mentality of their homeland, and attempt to reshape the Constitution into a document that reminded them of home through case-law. That is what the judge sitting helplessly upon her throne facing down Ernie Tertelgte in her court room—paid for by the subjects of her little kingdom–was measuring the bearded man in the tri-cornered hat against. She wasn’t judging him by the American Constitution, but against 200 years of progressive erosion of that same document. Tertelgte simply rejected that progressive erosion and insisted on the original interpretation of the American Constitution.
Of course Tertelgte was found guilty and fined $150, which he responded, “you are trying to create a fictitious, fraudulent action, I am the living man, protected by natural law.” He then yelled, “Do not tell me to shut up! I am the living, natural man, and my voice will be heard!” The only thing that Tertelgte said in all his utterances that was wrong was that the judge had already played her part in creating that fictitious and fraudulent action—and for many years had done the same to thousands of others. Thousands of other judges just like her had done the same to millions, and millions of other people over the course of their lifetimes. Out of all those people only Tertelgte and a handful of others have taken the time to challenge that fictitiousness with solid fact based on the actual Constitution. The fiction is the judge and all the years of case-law generated through years of many people believing that through consensus belief trumps the original law of the American Constitution. Then those illusionists insist that the participants of the legal system also take part in that chimera because the laws of democracy demand that majority will rules, and so long as the majority wishes to participate in a fiction, then that fiction becomes their reality. Under that mentality people like Erne Tertelgte are the ones accused of not having his feet in reality, and are snickered at for not having a realistic understanding of modern law and its protocols. But in actuality, the only one living by the Constitution is Tertelgte with a bold authenticity that deserves respect—even if it did cost him $150 bucks of stolen money from the court to justify their jobs for the entertainment of an epic American fiction called the court system.
If not for blogs like this one, Twitter, and YouTube the crimes at Steubenville would have been covered up like many of the other crimes do in public education. From the very beginning I stated that a cover-up was highly likely. All public schools share the trend of sacrificing individuals to the collective whole, and when it comes to high school football, individuals are routinely sacrificed as athletes are often the symbolic stars of their community. The tendency when school athletes commit crimes is to cover up the evidence so the entire community can continue to idolize the heroes of the football field and rally behind the schools they represent in battle. Behind those athletes is a progressive education system that employees a lot of people off tax payer money, and schools need those tax payers to avoid looking too closely at real school activities—where scandals are common—not rare. So I declared the scope of the crime in previous articles that turned out to be very prophetic. CLICK THE LINK BELOW FOR REVIEW.
Before social media, a slick public relations employee would have swept this rape case under the rug, like they do many thousands of cases all across the country. In Steubenville, Ohio it was only social media that exposed the crime in such a way that the media actually covered the story—which they usually don’t. Because of the video evidence, which is rare, news outlets had to cover the information once it was brought to people’s eyes—and the case exploded into a national spectacle. Many people didn’t want to believe that the events occurred, and many news outlets attempted to put on a happy face, while many in the Steubenville community who wanted to continue worshiping their football stars attacked the rape victim and her parents for saying anything about the issue—or “tempting” the boys in the first place. All of the ugliness of high school sports, public education, and the real relationship they all have with the communities which fund them was exposed in a raw fashion that many people didn’t know what to do with.
So it came to my eyes early on Monday the following AP news wire story confirming all that I had said previously, and a great relief swept over me. The sadness for the poor girl was something I already dealt with—but this most recent news was the granting of a Thanksgiving Day wish provided early—justice for the victim and exposure of what public education is truly about—collectivism, sacrifice, and cover-ups.
STEUBENVILLE, Ohio (AP) – A school superintendent and three more people have been charged by a grand jury that investigated whether other laws were broken in the rape of a 16-year-old West Virginia girl last year in eastern Ohio.
Ohio Attorney General Mike DeWine announced the charges Monday in Steubenville
William Rhinaman, 53, director of technology at Steubenville High School, faces four counts: tampering with evidence, obstructing justice, obstructing official business and perjury in connection with the case, DeWine said. Rhinaman was arrested Monday.
If convicted, he could face four years behind bars, more time than the two convicted boys will serve.
Details of the indictment, including what kind of evidence was allegedly tampered with, were not immediately available.
“This is the first indictment in an ongoing grand jury investigation,” DeWine said in a prepared statement. “Our goal remains to uncover the truth, and our investigation continues.”
In the case of Steubenville it was Deric Lostutter who exposed the rape from the school cover-up, and if he hadn’t posted the images sent to him by members of a group of computer hackers working in the collective hive of “Anonymous” there would have been no justice in the case at all. The school officials would have covered up another crime, and life would have returned to normal for the members of the Steubenville community. That is why the FBI raided Lostutter to begin harassing him once he was discovered as the man behind the exposure—which I have also explained in previous articles. CLICK BELOW TO REVIEW.
However, Lostutter is far from a hero in the “Anonymous” circles because he has gained individual fame for his stance in protecting the rights of the Steubenville victim. Since his fame from the case, “Anonymous” has distanced themselves from him in the usual fashion. “Anonymous” members tend to think the way their public educations taught them to, as anarchists, socialists, Marxists and other radical types all centering around collective identity—which is why they call themselves the “hive.” They see themselves as a hive of bees I suppose serving some higher purpose. They certainly aren’t capitalists, and once Lostutter showed a knack for dealing with the media and achieved some fame, he had distinguished himself as an individual which is a big no, no with “Anonymous.” Here is a sampling of their thinking complete with grammatical issues:
Deric Lostuttter began once again seeking media attention by doing media interviews on behalf of Anonymous, and the organizers of #opmaryville. An operation to bring justice to a teenage victim and her family after a sexual assault occurred by football players in a tiny Ohio town
The victim and her family brought charges against Players on the high school football team, but those charges were promptly dismissed by local prosecuting attorneys(citing lack of evidence and the victims refusal to cooperate), and the victim’s home was burnt to the ground prompting the family to get out of town. Maryville’s Local sherrif quoted as saying that “they did all that they could, but charges were dropped due to lack of evidence and the victim and her family just need to get over it and move on.” The victim and her family accuse the sherriff and prosecutors of lying, and deny not cooperating.
As Anonymous geared up to rally behind the victim and her family, Maryville’s official sites were taken offline to protect the town servers, and the local sherriff began to mock the Anonymous Hive.
Lostutter, who as of Monday began tweeting and posting about the case on his facebook was told early on by members of anonymous that he would not be a part of this operation, as he’s a “famefagging attention seeker” and for the op to go right, his fake anonymous ass should stay the fuck out of things.” Lostutter then began once again comparing himself to Barret Brown, Jeremey Hammond, and Edward Snowden continued to post about Maryville even issuing a false press release about #opmaryville from his twitter. Lostutter now dubbed, The Leader of Anonymous in one article in which he admitted he knew nothing about #opmaryville. Which makes no sense because usually when you’re interviewed it’s because you have direct knowledge of what’s goin on. The Daily Dot quickly retracted the title of Anon Leader, but not until after a internet backlash which pissed off thousands. This however didn’t stop Lostutter from continuing to seek out media interviews as the “Spokesman for Anonymous” in which he continued to speak for and about #opmaryville without being involved or having any knowledge of the real Anons organizing the operation.
So there is a lot going on regarding the Steubenville case, but the bottom line is that it took the courage of individuals to expose the various levels of collectivism which attempted to cover up the crime. Even with the New Media outlets that put the story on the front page of newspapers and brought national coverage to the issue collectivism is still the impediment to justice, but because of people like Lostutter, the ability to sacrifice single victims to the plight of a collective whole has been greatly minimized.
I am happy to see justice done, and I will enjoy my Thanksgiving that much more knowing corrupt school officials are going to jail over the incident. There are a lot more names to add to the list of indictments from thousands of schools all over the country doing essentially the same thing, but Steubenville is a good place to start—and the four officials citied are simply the first—they won’t be the last. Because of “New Media,” traditional media must compete, and that spells doom for school districts and communities everywhere who are accustomed to cover-ups like the one in Steubenville. And that is something to truly be “thankful” for.
For me the situation is clear, I’ll support J.D. Winteregg to run against John Boehner in the primary coming up as opposed to the other challenger who spoke at the West Chester Tea Party in a short introduction and debate against my neighbor Eric Gurr—a very nice guy, smart man, but too much of a political insider. J.D. has a new penny feel about him, and after hearing him speak, I believe he is incorruptible. I’ve known a few people over the years that can walk through the valley of sin without falling to temptation, and Eric has that presence about him. It will take that kind of person to knock off Boehner, and do what is required in Washington D.C. in the seat that Boehner vacates. But don’t just take my word for it, watch the debate for yourself—where both J.D. Winteregg and Eric Gurr introduce their basic platforms and do a bit of Q & A at the end through debate fashion. Both guys did a pretty good job at this early stage. Neither are slick politicians—but that’s a good thing when it is considered that the task at hand is to knock off the Speaker of the House—the third most powerful job in the entire world.
John Boehner has been in Congress representing the 8th District since 1990. He’s been in that position my children’s entire life, and they are now both married and having kids of their own. He’s been in Washington too long. I know he’s a nice guy, but I’m sure the same could be said of Obama privately. Boehner is just bad for the job. It became clear to me that Boehner had fallen in love with Washington D.C. when he was caught on a hot mike talking to Joe Biden about golf before the President addressed the nation with a yearly speech. Obama obviously has intentions to grossly expand government which is a real and serious threat to everyone’s livelihoods who actually work at real jobs—and hob knobbing with the powerful elite while they do it is just neglectful. It has become obvious that Obama and John Boehner are not that far apart on many issues. Boehner plays the Republican act for the cameras, and fundraising speeches, but it is obvious he doesn’t believe what he says because he doesn’t act on his promises—such as someone’s going to “jail over the IRS.” Boehner like Obama just delivers lines of dialogue and seems to believe in nothing.
When a politician like John Boehner “compromises” he’s done, not because compromise is a dirty word, but because the implication of that task states clearly that a person is willing to yield their values for the collective good of democracy. The trouble with that is the other side does not function from a value system, so compromise to them costs nothing—because they have nothing to yield. The compromise exclusively comes from those who do have value—people like Boehner—and he has for over twenty years compromised, and compromised, and compromised until he has allowed the Republican right to be pulled so far to the political left that he could likely hold a job right now in the Clinton White House of the 1990s.
Boehner plays too many Washington games, and he loses most of them. Whether it’s the government shut down, the debt ceiling, Health Care which was rammed through Congress on his watch, his failure to go after Obama on several potentially impeachable offenses—Benghazi, the IRS, the NSA, the political appointments, Boehner has shown that he’s comfortable in Washington. He likes it and for a representative from Ohio, he is not representing it in the Belt Way—giving politicians like Obama leverage in all negotiations. It is obvious that in the poker games of Washington, John doesn’t know what he’s doing, or what his opponents are doing to him. Boehner is continuously out-maneuvered by Nancy Pelosi and Harry Reid for God’s sake—and those people are complete idiots. I am convinced that Boehner was elected Speaker of the House not for his skill as a Speaker, but for his naive complacency—his aloofness toward the crimes going on in the House under his nose which is enriching its members. Boehner is Speaker of the House to keep the status quo functioning with excuses and promises while the trio of Reid, Pelosi, and Obama run him down over and over like Enos on the old television show, The Dukes of Hazzard.
On a rainy January in 2011 I went down to John’s office during lunch to speak to his “people,” the same guys who were in the audience scouting the competition trying to knock off their boss in the video above. I wanted to give Boehner a formal letter, and actually hoped to catch him in town, as I knew he was back home at the time. When I got to the office, they hadn’t seen Boehner even though he lives right down the road—and that little aspect of Boehner’s management style spoke volumes about the current Speaker of the House—he’s out of touch. Boehner after 20 years in Congress has been out-witted one too many times and the way he attempts to overcome his intellectual naiveté is to play golf with his enemies and compromise. When Boehner compromises with Obama it is always the GOP which gives up something because Obama is a classic thief—a looter who gains everything he has in life by taking from others. Obama never gives up anything because he never earned anything. John Boehner on the other hand has always done for himself—but he gives Obama equal value at the bargaining table with a compromise. It’s like going to a garage sale and buying a new television in exchange for a pack of stolen laundry plucked off a neighbor’s cloths line. Boehner has the television; Obama has the bag of laundry. Boehner gives Obama the television, and Boehner gets a bag of laundry that the owner eventually comes looking for and thinks that it was Boehner who stole it in the first place, because it’s in his hands. Obama goes home and watches football on the television while Boehner defends himself in court for stealing laundry from people’s back yards. That is what Democrats call “compromise.”
The Speaker of the House should know how to defend himself from those types of political games, but Boehner clearly doesn’t. Like Enos in The Dukes of Hazzard, John Boehner is a good man pushed around constantly by the Boss Hoggs of Capital Hill, and he falls for just about every scheme imaginable. He has been kept as Speaker because the thieves, looters and barons know that they can continue their crimes against the tax payer so long as John Boehner is in charge—and that is just an insult to the people of the 8th District, and to himself. It is painful to watch Boehner struggle through all the various controversies that the Obama administration has served up to him, and he misses again and again the opportunity to deliver a spike. It’s like watching a child in tee-ball who can’t swing a bat and hit the ball set up on a tee. It’s just pathetic.
So it’s time for Boehner to go and send a message to Washington that an established (powerful) Republican can be knocked out of his seat by someone new—someone like J.D. Winteregg. If the Republicans fail to gain seats in the House after the Obamacare debacle, then they are complete idiots anyway—and hopeless beyond repair. Obamacare is not just a ball placed on a tee for the GOP to hit, but it’s already been knocked out into the field for them. All they have to do is run the bases. So losing Boehner in the primary is of little consequence to the GOP. We can afford it as an investment into a new kind of government where the Speaker is actually in his office when he’s in town, and doesn’t think first of playing golf while the other side is pulling his underwear up over his head like a Three Stooges skit. It’s time for someone else to take John’s seat, and for me it would be J.D. Winteregg.
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