So just how bad is Hillary Clinton’s health? Well, the evidence says that it’s pretty terrible. She may have difficulty making it through the 2016 campaign let alone a four year stint in the Oval Office. However, since the media is trying to cover up her incredibly lackluster vigor, and since she has went out of her way to say Donald Trump doesn’t have what it takes to be president, we must turn our gazes to independent journalists—like Diamond and Silk for the hard facts. Here they are.
Really, the summation of just about everything I’ve written about over the last six years on these pages is coming to fruition at the first debate between Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump on September 26th 2016. In so many ways Donald Trump is my dream candidate largely because most of my suggestions to America’s large problems have been to have more private sector leadership in government instead of trying to influence government with campaign contributions. A false aristocracy has emerged over the last two hundred years because of the experiments with democracy and that society of benefactors has been poised for a long time for an overthrow by the governed. Once people see with their own eyes how much more effective a private sector president is in the White House, they’ll apply the same methods to their school boards, their state seats, and their federal elections and the nature of politics will change dramatically.
The political class cannot compete with the hard-boiled proven executive who has spent a lifetime building a successful existence and that was never more evident than the dismal performance of Hillary Clinton leading up to the record-breaking debate on that famed evening which changed forever the nature of politics. While Donald Trump was out campaigning across the country and doing interviews with Sean Hannity and many others—Hillary was locked away in her fortress behind thousands of handlers hiding. The only significant interview she gave over a five-day period leading up to the debates was this pathetic mess below with Zach Galifianakis which was a terrible decision. Whoever made that decision should have been not only fired, but skinned alive—because it was terrible—even by the standards of that show. As the leading Democrat and long time connector between Hollywood and politics, Clinton has people like Bon Jovi on speed dial, and friends like Steven Spielberg to help her shape her image—yet under pressure from FBI investigations, obvious criminal conduct in front of Congress, and a political record laced with murders, incompetent accidents, and left-leaning radicalism all she could muster before that big Monday Night Smackdown was an appearance on Galifianakis’ silly show which obviously didn’t go the way she would have liked. Even on such a friendly production set she was stiff, unlikable, and accident prone revealing that under the pressure of over a billion people watching and obvious health problems that could reveal themselves beyond her control, and an uncompromising opponent who will do anything to win standing next to her—Hillary Clinton is truly in trouble and it’s a dream come true for me.
If Hillary Clinton were just a senile old lady living down the road, I might have compassion for her condition. But she’s seeking to manage my life with more expanded government and an even further left-winged political agenda that has proven to be a Trojan Horse intent on ending American sovereignty in favor of global governance—and I despise her for it. What she has done along with her fellow leftist radicals has been a declaration of war against the kind of America that I love—an innovative place full of diversity and tradition. Hillary’s America, like the recent movie articulated quite well, is a criminal empire guided by corrupt politicians that would make Jabba the Hutt from Star Wars pale in comparison. So I have no sympathy for her situation. She has literally painted herself into a corner—everything she has done in her life leading up to this moment in time—and the physical and mental pressure of it, are proving to be too great for her.
She’s in hiding while Donald Trump knows he has her cornered. He is loose on his feet and ready to seal the deal of his own fate knowing that all he has to do put her away during this upcoming debate and he wins the presidency. To put it in golfer’s terms, this is a putt under par literally on the rim of the hole. All he has to do to win is gently tap the ball forward with the slightest of a putt and the ball will drop in. However, for Hillary she has to hope for a 400 yard drive which will result in a hole-in-one, which is nearly impossible—and those just aren’t good odds. The media is attempting to make the presidential race look even for their own ratings, but the difference is as I’ve metaphorically described. Trump has all the high ground, Clinton has nothing but dirty tricks and cheating which will prove difficult on such a large stage—so she’s nervous—even scared—and she should be.
I remember the debates in 1992 when Ross Perot was on stage with George Bush and Bill Clinton and essentially the businessman easily outplayed the politicians earning a lot of respect for the Texas billionaire. I worked hard for Perot back then even to the point of being at the campaign headquarters in Dallas the night before the election. There was hope of getting between 15% and 20% of the vote which we all knew would have a lasting impact on future elections and we were excited. We didn’t think Ross would win, but just being on stage planted the seeds for what would eventually become Donald Trump. I enjoyed the company of Ross’s family that night. One of his younger daughters was close to my age at the time which made for an eventful, and respectable evening—but I remember vividly driving back from Dallas at over 100 MPH to get back to Ohio to vote and work the polls with just a few hours to spare.
Even as I got a speeding ticket in Tennessee for going 110 MPH—obvious reckless operation which I thought was going to put me in jail—the cop let me off with a much reduced ticket of 80 in a 55 zone because he liked the Ross Perot stickers that was all over the car I was driving—we called it the “Perot Mobile” back then. It was often full of Ross Perot t-shirts, a banner which we hand delivered to the Perot family that they laced across their Texas mansion on election night which was made specifically for a CNN broadcast at a Dallas arena, and occasionally fashion models from Penthouse magazine which we dressed up to pass out Perot pins on Fountain Square during businesses lunches in Cincinnati. We would pack the girls in the car to the point where there wasn’t any leftover space and when we all got out it was like a clown car of endless bodies emerging which seemed impossible to hold. I remember vividly the optimism back then and it was nothing like what we are seeing on the cusp of the debate between crooked Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump.
The Perot watch party was at the Omni Netherland Plaza in downtown Cincinnati and I was horrified literally to watch Bill Clinton win over George Bush. All along with all the work I did for Perot I figured that Bush would remain president as the incumbent. Change needed to happen, my protest of Bush was that he was such a globalist compared to Ronald Reagan, and he needed a shot across his bow to bring him back to reality—and the patriotism of nationalism. But he was a one world government guy and he lost to the criminal drug pusher from Arkansas and Hillary Clinton was within sight of her ultimate goal of the presidency herself—riding on the coat-tails of her husband. I sat on those steps that evening and felt terrible—and I resolved to fix it any way I could. What happened next was 24 years of government expansion and a drastic move to the political left and a weakening of American presence around the world—and it has disgusted me. I thought things were bad after just four years of George Bush the elder—enough so that Ross Perot was a wake-up call for the Republican Party. What we ended up with was Hillary Clinton—the power climber and corrupt politician whose ultimate goal was to finish what Bush started—ending American sovereignty to the highest bidder—in this case George Soros—and bring America crippled from within to the feet of the world government compliant, and apologetic.
Knowing what I do about Trump he feels much the same way that I do. For years he gave money to these politicians to keep them out of his business practices, and to hope beyond hope that something might actually get done. But he’s watched a lifetime’s worth of failures from the political class and now in his own elderly years he’s ready to just do the job of fixing everything himself. As a person used to winning everything he does, he gets to debate a wounded radical with a lot to hide which is easy pickings for a guy like him. It reminds me of the debates I had on WLW radio and in public with the levy supporters of Lakota a few years back when they could do nothing to answer the fiscal facts I presented but provide an emotional argument in favor of children, which was really easy for me—a businessman—to combat. It was like cutting butter with a hot knife—it took almost no effort because the facts were on my side. Leading up to those events people asked me if I was nervous because the Lakota people had this big political machine and I essentially had nothing but a few angry supporters—and I replied cautiously that I wasn’t. I kept wondering if they knew something I didn’t—which wasn’t likely—but I wasn’t sure. Of course history showed that I had nothing to worry about—and Trump has even less. Hillary is a wounded animal literally hanging by a thread and after he puts her away Monday night—the media won’t be able to dress up her terrible performance. The scouting report on her is that she can’t answer questions about her email and she can’t defend her thirty year record—and under stress—she physically breaks down. Trump is the perfect candidate for the Republicans. For me he is rectification of that night long ago at the Omni Netherland Hotel where I didn’t want to talk to anybody for several days—not even the friends of our “Perot Mobile” who were staying at the Omni Netherland and wanted to do something to salvage the evening. I couldn’t think about any of that kind of stuff—I just wanted to fix the situation and I’ve had to wait a quarter century to get the next chance—and Trump is that solution.
I can’t wait for the debate to start—because at that point Hillary Clinton is one step closer to becoming a bad memory and for a change to send the Democrats into the depths that I have been on since 1992. And when they get there, I won’t forget who they are—and they won’t be coming back. The debate between Trump and Clinton is about more than just winning that one night—we are seeing the end of a political class that encompasses Republicans and Democrats and ushers in a new era of business men and women who are proven successes who bring to politics the best that they’ve been which will set our country on a completely different trajectory regarding economics, culture, world presence—virtually every category of human endeavor. Needless to say, I will enjoy watching Hillary Clinton squirm to the bitter end—because she deserves everything that is happening to her for what she has tried to do to our country. Donald Trump is simply making things right again starting with ending her career in a spectacle which will easily eclipse Monday Night Football.
Remember dear reader that I predicted the end of the Democratic Party on Matt Clark’s radio show early in the 2016 election.I specifically said far before Hillary Clinton became the train wreck that her campaign has become that the Republican Party would split into two and that Democrats would cease to be and that the overall nature of the entire country would move to the political right.Once that happened Trump, who as of now is considered one of the most radical right winged candidates in the history of the presidency, will be considered a liberal and that the critics of Trump’s recent child care rebate speech launched brilliantly at just the right time in the campaign, would launch themselves into a new conservative party yet named and headed by the likes of Glenn Beck and Ted Cruz.I said on WAAM radio that I thought it would take a few years to occur but that the foundations were already present—the end of the Democratic Party is coming. Trump is about to destroy them and I love him for it. Good riddance!
I am of the mind that Trump’s proposals greatly benefiting women and their child care expenses isn’t just another giant government program spreading big brother even more to the far reaches of our country—it’s the first step of a master negotiator to begin walking back the massive damage progressives have done to the American family.I was just a little stunned by Trump’s proposal for the first time in our nation’s history that a tax credit the value of yearly child care would be provided to women who stay home with their children as well as those who decide to enter the workplace.Whereas Trump’s proposals led by his daughter Ivanka look like the type of policies a Democrat would propose, the heart of the effort is distinctly conservative.
I’ve been saying it for over 40 years—women who stay home with their children are taking on the most difficult occupations of our society and the most important—the raising of our youth.My mother was ridiculed to hell and back for being a housewife who was always home while I was growing up and my wife had it even worse—because she did the same.Now my kids are staying home with their children.They have professional occupations, but they work from their homes and they put their children first—which is hard to do.Being a mom—not a neurotic mess like most school levy supporters are—not a panicking soccer mom or busy body latté sipper—but a mom is the most important job in the entire world and it’s about time that “government” recognize it as such.
Government run by progressives have been at war with the American family for the last seventy years—likely longer—and the quality of our people shows the negative results dramatically.I can spot a person who had a stay-at-home mom a mile away—even as old shriveled up raisins themselves playing golf.You can tell when a person was loved as a child by a mother.It shows in how they walk, talk, and process information. You can also tell who had chaotic childhoods that were raised in day care facilities.Their minds are scattered messes—and sadly, many people reading this are of this experience.This has been the fault of government.It has attempted through public education to replace the parent at home with big government ideas that perpetuated lifelong entitlements—for which the paternal government would provide through wealth confiscation and redistribution.Many years of this behavior has essentially destroyed our nation intellectually.The starting point for fixing this problem is to incentivize the American family to remain intact and to nurture each other toward prosperity—because the top down government model has failed miserably.
Not exactly a friendly crowd in that clip, but he handled things unusually well–unscripted, informal, and competent. So it was quite a statement to acknowledge that stay-at-home moms would qualify for a tax credit worth the cost of child care.That I think is huge, and extremely conservative.For a change, a Republican is taking a conservative idea and dressing it up to appeal to moderates and Democrats and selling it in an appealing way.But in so doing Trump is putting the American family first in a way that I’ve never seen done in politics before—and this is very encouraging.Under Trump’s proposal, both of my daughter’s would qualify for a tax credit because they have stayed home to care for their children in a traditional way—instead of being penalized the way families have been in the past.
These Trumps mean business—and continue to show what kind of Executive Branch they’d maintain every day while in the White House.Nobody has worked harder on more hard policy innovation than they have just during this campaign—and given Donald Trump’s track record—I have no doubt that he will work even harder knowing that history is judging him—because he seems to really care about those types of things.Trump from every direction seems to be doing exactly what I have been dreaming of in a presidential candidate all my life—and he expects himself to actually do the things he’s talking about.Trump, he is a hard worker, he’s innovative, and he expects to accomplish things.He also has the establishment scared to death—which is wonderful for a change. He is a sign of real change and ultimately, I think the biggest impact will be on the two-party system.When that happens, remember you heard it from me first, the Democratic Party is about to become extinct.
The Trumps and the people of their campaign—some of which I know, are the best of what is produced in America.Trump is planning to invest in the future not only fiscally, but emotionally by making the family the center of all our values once again—and that is a wonderful thing.
By now dear reader you’ve probably heard, Hillary Clinton nearly passed out at a 9/11 ceremony even losing her shoe as her entourage ushered her into her motorcade before the cameras could capture her despair. By all appearances Hillary Clinton looks ill—like she’s a very sick person. And factually, that’s all we have to go on. But beware of the scheming Hillary Clinton—the criminal—who will stop at nothing to cover her trail and do what she has to do to survive another day. Consider that just before the Benghazi hearings, it was this same Hillary Clinton who supposedly had a concussion and couldn’t attend the congressional hearings for quite some time delaying the efforts.
Many—such as yours truly—believed she was faking the injury to delay justice—until public sentiment had worn out on the topic blunting the effect on her professional life—which worked to some extent. I believe this is the same kind of “injury.” Hillary does not want to debate Donald Trump. I believe she is looking for a doctor’s note getting her out of the upcoming events and that she is trusting the element of sympathy and a friendly media to carry her over the finish line.
She knows that she has better chances at the presidency if she avoids the debates than if she will if she gets pounded on her emails during them. The only way she can hope to endure the ridicule of the Wikileaks email releases and the public embarrassments Trump will unleash on her are to avoid the debates all together. And to get away from that—she needs a doctor’s note and a whole lot of progressive sympathy. Be very careful of the wounded animal that whimpers until you get close enough for it to swipe at you one last time. Hillary is a criminal, and nothing she does can be trusted at face value.
As I sat with that VIP at a bar having a 9:30 AM beer and some nachos we looked through the big window onto our big 747 that was being prepped for our journey and he thought it was funny that probably for the first time in my life, I didn’t want to talk about Star Wars or the importance of its mythology upon the world stage, which I tend to do. Our conversation drifted off onto other things happening at that time, the NFL playoffs, whether or not Trump would make the Republican nomination, and the goals of our travels. But lingering in my mind was that bad feeling about the direction Star Wars was taking—a much more Huffington Post—Star Wars, as opposed to the dystopian THX-1138 version that I feel in love with as a kid—the small government, pro-freedom imagination fueling engine that really changed science, mechanical engineering, and philosophy for the human race under the guidance of George Lucas. For kids, Star Wars was great because it combined two of their favorite things—guns, and cool machines into one movie.
The new Star Wars writers, directors, and producers were more concerned about social inclusiveness—ethnic diversity, sexual empowerment, and a hippie like love of the “Force” than the hot rod inspired George Lucas had been as a former race car driver who took his love of mechanics and applied them directly to an unlimited free market tapestry of a galaxy functioning as a Laissez-faire capitalist bastion which was carrying that society toward a type two evolutionary threshold. After all, that was what made the original trilogy such a tragedy was that the oppressive Empire was seeking to control the entire galaxy from a central government through force. Even as George Lucas become more progressive the older he became, that original essence stayed with him on every Star Wars project he worked on through The Clone Wars animated series. Noticeably in the Rebels television show and now with The Force Awakens, it was obvious to me that George Lucas wasn’t calling the shots anymore, it was now a bunch of progressive San Francisco residents with body piercings and tattoos who had much different values in life than I had, and it bothered me. It was like our metaphorical mother—Star Wars—had married an old hippie with a bald head except for a long ponytail of fringed gray hair stained with the smell of pot smoke informed us that he was our new dad—and I didn’t like him.
I didn’t have a history with this new dad. I did with the old one, I had read every book, every comic and followed most everything that happened in the Star Wars storyline for thirty years and now this new dad was throwing out a bunch of stuff that reminded him of the old dad so that he could have sex with our mom and not think of what was there before him. For me the final straw was when Disney tossed out the expanded universe books which my wife and I had read for two decades and proposed that their future stories would “borrow” from those books, but that from now on, the new dad would be calling all the story shots—which was noticeably less exciting and filled with original thoughts. This new dad was not better than the old dad—he was different—and I have been rejecting him.
About a month before The Force Awakens came out the videogame Battlefront was released to the PlayStation 4 counsel and it was reportedly a dream for Star Wars fans. I love Star Wars games for all the reasons little kids love the movies and toys—because there is a lot of energy, strategy, and imagination in them which I find is like a personal vacation for me to visit those places to step out of the daily pressures of my life—it has become for me kind of stress management. I enjoy visiting big concepts in that boundless universe–conceptually. Star Wars has always given me hope that mankind can step away from the limitations of our past into a future full of opportunity. The games always make it easy to visit that world—especially through the Fantasy Flight Games products and the video games that have been produced over the years. But with Battlefront, I wasn’t sure I was going to accept this new dad in Star Wars who was throwing out all the things I had spent time getting to know over several decades. So even though my kids, and Matt Clark along with many others were pushing me to get the new Battlefront game so they could play it with me online—I was being very stubborn about it.
Shortly after that oversea trip my wife and I bought a next generation entertainment system with a 4k 70” television that is as crystal clear as anything I’ve ever seen. Since we’ve had it we have purposely watched anything filmed or created to fulfill the market parameters of the 4K technology except the new Star Wars products. I didn’t buy The Force Awakens at first when it came out on Blue Rey, I gave up on the Rebels television show, and I refused to buy Battlefront even when our television salesman offered to give it to me for free for spending so much money with him. I said no because I didn’t want to deal with the new ponytail hippie dad that Star Wars had become to me.
After a few months of dancing around the issue the news that Battlefront was releasing a VR experience for on their upcoming PlayStation VR system made me look seriously at what was going on with Star Wars Battlefront. I had already become used to what the 4K television experience could provide and I consumed all the media I could without any of it being Star Wars—but finally knowing that I was going to participate in the VR PlayStation release, I decided I wanted to pick it up Battlefront and learn to play. Softening my position on Star Wars also was my grandson who has discovered all my old collectibles that I have from nearly four decades ago, and they are his favorite toys to play with bridging generations with some common ground to work with. So I purchased the game and was just a little blown away by the experience.
I last remembered Battlefront 2 on the old Xbox so it’s been about five years since I really paid attention to what’s going on in the platform video game market. As I have said before, my wife and I played The Old Republic online for a few years and I have been into the Fantasy Flight Games tabletop releases—so I haven’t had much time for other things. I have a busy enough life; I have to pick my leisure events carefully. So I never picked up a PlayStation 3, as I stated when recently discussing the Uncharted games. I went from watching the PS2 graphics to essentially the latest and greatest in PS4—which is essentially 7 years of technical development. I really never thought a game like Battlefront would have been possible. Some of the levels such as the ATAT Attack in the Endor forest where an All Terrain Armored Transport makes its way down a creek bed to destroy a Rebel Transport before it can take off complete with rich vegetation, slowing running water and insects flying around were simply astounding—bewildering good graphically. Then there was a moment at the Rebel Depot where a Millennium Falcon was sitting in a hanger and the battle takes place around it where I had to catch my breath and just think how cool that ship was sitting there. The vehicle was nearly photorealistic and was something that was a childhood dream for me. Essentially, after those two battle modes my position on Star Wars softened a lot. Not completely, but I found enough value in those experiences to heal some of the betrayal I felt for the abandonment of the Extended Universe to essentially reboot for a new generation that was noticeably much more politically progressive. Yet what I was seeing on Battlefront was something I observed on the multiplayer modes of Uncharted, a very laissez-faire capitalist economy that rewards the best and most hard working and provides equal opportunity for everyone who wants to be the best they can be. That is why I found myself enjoying that environment and seeing a new level of benefit in the Star Wars franchise that certainly wasn’t available when I was a kid. It’s not just about movies anymore, but the extended experience that takes place in our everyday lives.
My favorite mode is Fighter Squadron where players can fly Star Wars ships in combat over ground targets, through smoke, clouds and vicious firefights. Graphically, everything is very photorealistic. It reminded me of the countless flight simulators I’ve played over the years—but it was by far the best. It didn’t take me long before I was flying against other people—many who seem to always be playing the game 24 hours a day—and I was on the top of the leaderboard with 34 ships shot down in one match and I was only a level 11 at the time. It was a lot of fun for me to get into something that was so familiar, yet so new and polished that I saw the great benefit that was happening intellectually, and philosophically. As I was shooting down other pilots from all over the world at 4 AM in the morning with a vicious firefight that only history pointed to as a similar experience, and I noticed how some players tagged onto my wing to provide assistance without being asked and people were working together to achieve objectives because it was in everyone’s best interest to do so—I saw many good things happening to people that they aren’t learning in school. Thinking of the other players online with me, some who were very good showed that a new evolution was clearly taking place and it was a global phenomenon which transcended traditional political parameters—and it centered on laissez-faire capitalism as a foundation. Video games by their very nature are very free market entertainment options, and based on the behavior of that very vibrant world, it was working and people were enjoying it in every time zone on earth—together. A lot of people have come to take this kind of thing for granted, but for me, it wasn’t that long ago where I was on the Spaceship Earth ride at Epcot Center in 2003 when my daughters and I first learned about the possibility of global communication through web browsers. I think at that time we still had to pay a usage fee for internet use. Gaming with all the information that travels over the various internet connections involves a tremendous amount of information that a 4K 70-inch television that can be bought at Costco for the price of a house payment, can show. I wouldn’t say that I’m old, but I certainly have had a front row seat to all this development both on the Star Wars front, and on the technological part—and the mythology, and the philosophy of economy was certainly inspiring.
It doesn’t feel like it was that long ago that I was playing the very first computer game, X-Wing which was a DOS based game which came out in 1993. In 1994 I bought my very first powerful PC which could play the game, and I was in love with it—I really never forgot the experience. I stayed up many nights playing it with my nephews and we had likely some of the best times of our lives with that game and some of its sequels which started toying with the idea of online play which was attractive to us since they lived in Florida at that time. But it was nothing like the smoothness of Battlefront—so I was a little bit enchanted with my experience and maybe not so critical of the new step dad. I don’t think the new makers of Star Wars are even close to being able to make movies as original as George Lucas did. At best, they may copy elements of the original series and the films will be enjoyable. But if that’s the best that we get, it’s still a lot more than a world without Star Wars—which is changing the philosophy of the human race a little bit each and every day in a positive way.
Star Wars Battlefront is just one online experience—there are in fact hundreds of possible titles all fighting for attention in a very exciting marketplace. Battlefront has the advantage of being associated with a popular space saga that has already captured the imaginations of several generations and speaks a universal language that transcends established trends, even religion—which is why to me it is such a nice vacation for my mind. When time prevents a real vacation, I have for years vacationed in the world of Star Wars and enjoyed it for all that it brings—primarily the fighting and hot rod space ships. For others, they like the philosophy of the Force. For me, that is too much kid’s stuff. I like the strategic combat that is involved in the wars of that galaxy far, far away. I’m not ready to give the step dad a hug, but I’m at the point where I might not leave the room. We’ll see how good the new Rogue One movie is. That will decide a lot. But for now, Battlefront was just spectacular and a real treat of a sandbox video game that I found I liked a lot more than I would have thought. I not only enjoyed it for what it is—a technical marvel, but for the evolution of philosophy that it offers players on such a grand scale. There are some very special things going on in that gaming industry and it is fun for me to not only watch, but to participate in. I enjoy sharing those experiences with my kids, people like Matt Clark, and even my grandson who spent most of the weekend mesmerized by the images on the screen. I have gotten used to the big television now, but to him it was like looking into another bright world full of energy and excitement. It was fun for me to just see the excitement coming from him. So in that regard, I’m liking Star Wars again. Hopefully the people at Lucasfilm and Disney don’t screw it up any further. Because there is an opportunity here to do something very special—and I hope they don’t blow it. If Battlefront is a sign of things to come—that looks to be a concern I don’t need to have.
It’s not going to work this time. That vast “right-winged conspiracy” Hillary Clinton is talking about in a scripted speech she gave on August 25th 2016 is nearly a verbatim cry made by her after husband Bill was impeached by congress in the late 1990s. A lot of the Millennials who are supporting her now were just babies back then, so they don’t remember. Many of those Millennials are now members of the media that is covering her, and they are seduced by the black magic of the Democratic Party—a mass theft of wealth for global aims. But there are a lot of people who have seen this story before and they aren’t falling for this second attempt at the same old Clinton scam—and that’s trouble for fat-ass Hillary.
Forget about what anybody thinks of Donald Trump and his views. When it comes to the Clintons, they are criminals who have been caught in so many terrible actions—and they aren’t even in the White House. Just the Clinton Foundation issues are enough to sink Hillary Clinton—because it points straight to direct corruption. But then there is the private server and her destruction of evidence, the lying to congress, the perjured comments, the mishandling of Benghazi which actually led to deaths—and all that is before we even start considering the conspiracy theories—like why so many people end up dead around her, or that she and her husband are terminally ill—because they look like death awakened. All by herself, Hillary Clinton is a disaster. She has burned bridges and cut out hearts and all that is finally catching up to her, and she has nowhere to hide.
In desperation, Hillary Clinton can only try to divert attention away from her diabolical record. But we’ve all been burnt before by her, and we remember. Now the blood is clearly in the water. After her speech today, she revealed that she knows she’s vulnerable because she had to revert to a shot in the dark strategy she attempted many years ago, which stuck on a much more naive nation. But we’re not so naive now. Only drug abusers, welfare recipients, MTV viewers and social losers are supporting Hillary Clinton’s progressive agenda—in spite of her obvious criminal conduct, and that means that Democrats are in for a harsh reality on election night.
I’m sure they are planning to steal the election just like they do our money through taxation—but the country of America isn’t falling for this scam a second time. The press may be slow to cover the issue—but they can’t hide from this. The conspiracy that really matters is that Hillary has managed to stay out of jail, because that’s where she belongs. For her, it’s only a matter of time. She crossed the line a long time ago.
While Obama and Hillary were off at separate events enjoying life as the world burns—much do to their own mismanagement—the contrast between them and Trump couldn’t be more obvious. Even for me, a person who has been with Trump since the beginning, the contrast was quite dramatic. There are still 80 days until the election and it was clear who wanted the Oval Office more. Hillary and Obama are part of an entitled class who thought that it was appropriate to take the weekend off. In response to Trump’s visit to Louisiana Clinton declared that she made a few calls to the governor of that state out of concern—but the effort would have taken 10 to 15 minutes maximum and Obama stated that he’d clear his schedule for the following Tuesday to visit the flood zone—nearly a week after the tragedy occurred. It’s not like Louisiana is on the other side of the world from Martha’s Vineyard. It’s a short flight that could have been conducted in a morning. Obama could have done like Trump, fly down, tour the zone, talk to the people and be back north before noon and still had the entire day to conduct whatever business needed to be carried out. Yet all the established politicians got caught napping and Trump outworked everyone and didn’t even break a sweat.
I had a moment of clarity while at Top Golf in West Chester, Ohio which is a brilliant sporting complex that was a lot nicer than I thought it would be. As I was there for lunch I was listening to Mark Belling cover for Rush Limbaugh. Belling was a never Trumper during the primary campaign but he has since come around to appreciate Trump and it was interesting to hear him speak about his transition optimistically. As I looked around the Top Golf facility with Mark’s words in my ears I had one of those flashes of American potential that was extremely refreshing. It was a nice day. From my vantage point capitalism was on full display. NFL preseason games were on the television monitors everywhere, the place was packed and there was a lot of eating going on. Across the Top Golf greens was the new Main Event complex where bowling, climbing and many other activities were now available next to my favorite regional book store, the Barnes and Nobel of West Chester. Next to that was a Mitchells where I have been to many business lunches and dinners. Soon right next to Top Golf will be a Bass Pro Shop. The entire complex felt fresh and energetic like what you’d expect to experience at Disney World. It was all top notch vacation destination type stuff and was the result of many great minds thinking creatively as individual contributions to expanding the market economy of West Chester. And behind the scenes where government belongs, I knew a lot of what I was looking at was the result of two trustees, Mark Welch and George Lang who are pro capitalist entrepreneurs themselves who manage West Chester in much the way that Donald Trump is proposing to run America as a nation. Once word got out around the United States that West Chester was a hands off—high per capita location, wonderful entertainment companies like Main Event and Top Golf made investments and the result is simply spectacular.
Like all productive people though, Top Golf was only part of my day—a small part at that. Within an hour or so I was back to my obligations for the day working hard. A few hours later I did meet my wife at Ikea which was just across the highway from Top Golf to look through some new bedroom options for our guest rooms. We had dinner there and again I enjoyed the view of West Chester’s new bustling panorama. Since it was Friday a lot of people were coming in from out of town just to visit Ikea which has become a destination shopping event for many. New hotels had sprang up to accommodate the demand and it was just another example how capitalism improves the lives of people so dramatically. Everything I could see was the result of “making money.” Not redistributing the money that has been made like Clinton and Obama believe in their static hearts to be the root of all government activity—but the Trumpian capitalism of job creation and therefore wealth building. When you lay the foundation for investment and creativity, good things happen and West Chester, Ohio is a prime example of it. When Trump says he can bring back jobs and bring back optimism and energy to the country, this is the kind of thing he’s pitching.
Trump is not talking about being a typical president. Like most successful people, he does many things in a day and lives every day to the fullest. If he finds he needs to apply more effort, he does and he obtains the desired results through sheer tenacity. Playing golf in Martha’s Vineyard is just one thing he might do in a day so that’s the reason it is so despicable that Obama wouldn’t take the time to fly to Louisiana to visit the flood victims. As a president with a private airplane, such a journey is nothing—but it means so much to so many people. And after nearly eight years in office, Obama still doesn’t get it—that’s because he has never been independently successful—he has only witnessed success as a second-hander. Hillary is in a lot of ways even worse. She benefits from knowing a lot of powerful people as the wife of a former president and she actually thinks she’s entitled to the presidency and could take the weekend off.
Trump is independently wealthy—has his own luxury airplane so flying all over the country is like sitting in his private office. It’s not hard—and that opportunity is something he built for himself through a lot of hard work. So when he needs it, Trump can apply his hard work to maximum benefit and be all over the country and still have dinner with his family on Sunday while running for presidential office. And when he really needs to lock down an issue, he can have the kind of week that he just had, because as a private sector guy, he is familiar with hard work and he simply outworked the Hillary Clinton machine which is filled with second-handers and have no idea how to match the effort. But what Trump is fighting for is not to be a dictator like Glenn Beck fears or any of the other pro Hillary supporters. Trump is talking about a completely different kind of government—one where those who run it take a back seat to optimism and empower those best positioned to do the right things to unleash the power of capitalism—which is really what Hillary and Obama fear most. Because once people get a taste of that—really for the first time in America—they’ll never go back to how things have been. And that is something to really get excited about.
I had to deal with a poorly misguided, pretentious know-nothing this past week who thought that he knew everything—and I tried to do it in the kindest way possible. But the poor fellow couldn’t stop running his mouth so consequences hit him hard. Before that regretful end the collectivist oriented challenger used the Florida Seminoles as an example of collective excellence—where the many are greater than any individual as a validation of his faulty philosophy. As he did, I felt sorry for him, but yet became enraged because like most people trained in the conventional way—he was blind to the real truth—that we may play as a team in life, but we win as individuals. Teams don’t win. Individuals do. It is when individuals play better than everyone else that teams win. The second string cornerback on a Seminole team still won a national championship off the back of Jameis Winston’s quarterbacking a few years ago—and all of the campus of FSU proclaimed that “they” had won. But in reality, it was just a few individuals who had done all the heavy lifting. Everyone else just rode on their coattails—which is how it is just about everywhere else. Thus, those who believe in the nonsense that many minds are better than one, or that victories only come to those united together are mislead into a frail existence which allows the most lazy and lackluster to believe that they are equal to the most excellent. They aren’t. My style of doing things is to find the excellent by putting them through the rigors of competition, then putting the exceptional in position to win as an individual so that they can drag all those band-wagon riders with them to victory. Those who hide behind others cheering for uniformity yet do nothing to contribute to victory are just fans in the stands chopping to a fight song uttered by collectivists when the real battle is on the field of play conducted by the loneliness of individual excellence and bold maneuverings in the face of valiant opposition.
For fun I have been killing a lot of other players on the Uncharted multiplayer on Playstation 4. For those who want a piece of me and walk around their apartments and talking among each other fantasizing about “teaching me some kind of lesson” you can meet me there and we can fight all you want. My Playstation handle is Overmanwarrior of course, so I’m easy to find. The first thing to realize in life is that words are cheap. When you sit in a chair and do nothing to perform, you make no decisions to help make a victory taste sweeter, and simply ride on the coattails of other people’s hard work—you haven’t done anything in life to justify empty words that come from those lips. Yet those who come from collectivist oriented backgrounds, like labor unions, college campuses, and even Masons all fail to understand fundamentally the keys to life success. Yet the definition is quite clear on multiplayer video games like Uncharted 4. Titanfall, and Call of Duty. I personally like Uncharted because it suits my personality much better than some of those more serious titles. At the end of a team death match when your team wins, Nathan Drake says playfully, “There is no I in team, but there is in win.” Upon hearing that I realized that there was a lot of wisdom in the statement, so I put it up in my office for everyone who enters to see. That is essentially the entire thesis of the great novels Atlas Shrugged and The Fountainhead, and the foundation of the Donald Trump presidency. Yet it was playfully inserted into a videogame for the masses to consume unwittingly and I found that compelling due to its raw truth.
Typically in team death matches during online play, there are four to five people on your team going up against an equal number on the opposite team. Many times, when you are the strongest player teamed up with a bunch of newbies, no matter how good you do individually, you will lose, just like in real life. This simple observation is what union slugs and people who are voting for Hillary Clinton believe to be the foundations of their rationalization. But you have to go a few steps further to uncover the true essence of this phenomenon. Usually, if I can get at least one other player who can hit hard and keep the opposition fire directly off me, I can tip the scales toward a win. The other players on the team have to at least run around and engage the other players so that they can’t concentrate all their fire on my position. I am that guy who is constantly trying to herd other players into mass to attack our targets with overwhelming force. I am also that guy who is constantly reviving other players to keep them alive longer. I am also that guy who is the first to engage the enemy—nearly 100% on every round I play. I don’t hang back. I’m a very aggressive player, not just in video games, but in real life. That is the exceptional element that often changes the nature of a game. Winning or losing has everything to do with the exceptional ability of just a few of the players. If you are lucky you will find that out of the five players you play with, two or three of them are all exceptional, which just about guarantees a victory. At the end of each match, if your team wins everyone wins. If you played exceptionally, your score will be between 1000 and 2000 points. If you were mediocre, somewhere around 500, and if you were bad, the score would be under 100. But everyone wins. Yet the team didn’t equally contribute to the win. We played as a team, but we won based on individual exceptionalism.
And that’s how it works in real life too. We are not stronger—together. Weak players can easily cripple the efforts of the exceptional. Having too many weak people in a society will off-set the efforts of the best and most gifted. However, if the exceptional are empowered to perform at their full potential, then even the weak and lackluster, mouthy, union, slug will win by default like the fans tomahawk chopping the air at a Florida Seminoles football game. A star quarterback might throw a deep bomb to a star receiver for a winning touchdown. The linemen might have played just well enough to let the play develop, but the crowd in the stands do very little to help that process—short of providing some inspirational encouragement. All the participants are not equal—yet they win as a team because they all played. The victory was captured by individuals.
I am not interested in conventional thinking. It is the way that everyone does everything—so that is boring. I am always looking for the exceptional, for the “super.” I have even less patience for the backseat driver who criticizes and moans about “fairness” when it was I who took all the risks and has done all the heavy lifting. When those people assume from the comfort of their little chair that they are actually equally participating to the victory of a “team,” it’s an insult to me. Those people are just bench warmers and they are not equal to the exceptional so therefore “fairness” is not applicable to their circumstances. They have a role to play in case of an injury, or to meet the accepted rules of the games we play, but they are not “equal” to the exceptional and are not therefore prone to the justifications of fairness. Fairness is getting a championship ring even as a bench warmer when the heroes of the team won the game. It’s not the team that actually won—it was the individuals on it that played better than those on the opposite team. It is never fair to the exceptional to have to share victory with the lack luster—but individuals usually don’t care about such things. The best among us don’t cry about things being fair, because usually they make their own fates anyway, and they get on to the next challenge. It is those powerless to do for themselves who are always crying about fairness—because they need others to win in order to carry them to victories in life. When fairness is demanded its rooted in the fear that they must wait for more exceptional people to enter their life in hopes of achieving more chances at victory. Otherwise, they are powerless to do for themselves.
I don’t get pleasure in ruining people’s lives. I give everyone a shot to impress me—equally. But there is a reason that I’m in a position to garner such judgment—and it’s not because we are all equal. When someone works as hard at life as I do, they can challenge me for equality. But until they put the level of effort that I do into things, I’m going to be harsh when they challenge me, because they have no right or authority to do so. And when they try to hide behind some collectivist diatribes about the “many being stronger than the one,” it’s really going to make me angry. When I find talent out there with the potential toward exceptionalism—which I may see, yet is completely invisible to others, I will put in the time and effort to breed those with my personal coaching to become winners in the future. Sometimes it takes over ten years to perform this coaching and honestly, I’m not open to other people’s opinions on that matter because they don’t have the same skills at pulling the exceptional out of people where I do—so their opinions are pointless. Sometimes I might identify an exceptional diamond in the rough, but they reject my efforts to make them better. I still work at it, and if they turn away, they do so at their own detriment. I move on knowing that I tried and I don’t look back. But that game is one I offer to people as a gift. I’m not open to the opinions of the “collective,” to the “everyone thinks” crowd. If those people knew what they were doing, they’d be better off in life. I don’t listen to the ranting of a mob sitting in the stands when the football is in my hands. Their opinions are irrelevant because all they want in life really is to cheer on a win. Once you give them that, they love you—because they can’t give it to themselves.
When critics can orchestrate a multinational job creating endeavor while managing huge capital expenditures and pulling the faulty philosophies of the overly educated into a functioning “team” mentality while appeasing the individual needs of many dozens of direct employees then I might listen to their interpretation of “fairness.” But if they think they’re going to get away with that through underhanded insurrection, and fancy quotes from dead race car drivers while sitting around bringing no reputation to the table as an offering of success, they have another thing coming—and I don’t put up with that stuff. I don’t like people like that, and I have little respect for their placement on the bench. I respect people who get out there and fight hard. In Uncharted, I like people who play the way I do. I look at the people who hang back and snipe at others from the comfort of distance as chickenshits and in life there are literally millions of them sitting on benches or in the stands cheering on the exceptional so that they can ride their coattails to victory. There is no “I” in team, but there is in “win,” and that is what decides winners and losers in life. Teams don’t win. Individuals do, and my bets are always on them to give a competitive advantage in the marketplace of existence. The keys to success are always in identifying, and developing the exceptional among us and catching those people before they even realize that they may one day be that star on the field of play for which all others rally behind—hoping to be the benefactors of their individual heroics.
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I suppose I’m most surprised that the Netflix show, Stranger Things has done so well, and that so many people continue to demand more of it. I’m not the kind of guy who looks back a lot and thinks how great this or that was—but the 80’s were great. It’s not just because I grew up in the 80’s and literally every week a new movie was being made of a similar caliber to Stranger Things. It was obvious that the show’s creators were deeply inspired by Steven Spielberg, Stephen King and I saw a lot of John Hughes sprinkled around as well. The good news is that the Duffer Brothers absolutely nailed the optimism and style of the 80s even down to the rebellious innocence—and the style of the music. I don’t want to be that guy who says that the 80s was the best decade just because I happen to have grown up in that time. When I was the age that the kids were in Stranger Things, the parents all pointed to the 50s as the magic decade, and before that it was the roaring 20s.
So I take that into account when I say things like that the 1980s was a special time in America—and it shared with those other generations strong presidents in peacetime who guided the nation toward capitalism—raw, unapologetic capitalism—and virtually every industry prospered from art and comics to science and technical innovations. So in that respect—now that we live in the depressing era of Millennials taught to love socialism—I am surprised they like Stranger Things so much. But then again—I’m not, because beyond the throwback to the 80’s there is something else going on which I think is much more important. There is a reality to Stranger Things in the science which is something truly new—and is actually something that I spend quite a lot of time thinking about—because like all good horror—there is a truth in the fiction. So before continuing on, watch this video on the actual science of Stranger Things.
In the 80s government conspiracies were actively part of many plots which covered up paranormal activity. It was very present in Spielberg movies and it was of course the driving force of the X Files which was really a 90s thing, but it started as a product of the 80s. I grew up down the road from Wright Patterson and all the U.F.O. phenomena associated with that airbase—and the cover-ups. So it wasn’t such a shock to me to experience actual government harassment when I found myself as a young 30-year-old with two little kids and a wife fighting drug distribution in my community and having the wrath of God unleashed on our small family for daring to interject ourselves into those activities. My hatred of government expansion running out of control is due to real life experiences where my house was bugged and monitored constantly. It was easier on me than my wife. The pressure was hard on her. While I was at work the family was defenseless and those who wanted to scare us away from our observations harassed her openly. White vans, fire department personal, and police followed her everywhere for several years. Spies and malicious characters were sent into our lives to rock the very foundations of our lives—actually to destroy my family because I was raising it in a traditional way and the powers running things didn’t like that. The more they attempted their attacks and harassment, the more I dug in and fought. Those attacks are always designed to make the victims look crazy, but when you are clear-headed and have the ability to connect the dots under duress, you can break through.
There is no need for the cumbersome listening devices the government used in those days now, and video cameras are so small that there is no way to see them. The NSA has technology that makes those old days look prehistoric. They can listen to everything we say to each other any time they want through our cell phones and other devices. The government already has nanoprobes and drones much smaller than the electronics in an iPhone and they can use them at will. Living with me because of my beliefs, my wife was made to suffer with a slow mental torture that lasted for a long time. It didn’t affect me, because I knew the game from a lot of experience. When the constant harassment didn’t scare us off our social stances—which actually started within the Mason school system when they failed to address a drug trafficking problem in grade school, and attempted to force unwanted sex education on our children while in the fourth grade.
So we pulled the kids from school and homeschooled them to save their minds from statist incursions—which to some seemed extreme. In a lot of ways, my wife became the Winona Ryder character in Stranger Things and to the outside world; she sometimes looked like she had lost it. At that time, I was a lot like the sheriff—a guy who knew something was wrong and wasn’t afraid to peel back the layers—but also knew that there were legal limits to dealing with the thugs causing the harassment and that I had to find a way to outmaneuver them intellectually—otherwise they were going to kill my family. In Stranger Things the sheriff, actually broke into the Department of Energy building to discover their secret so he could gain leverage over the problem with knowledge, and once he did—he gained the upper hand on “them.” Lucky for me, I didn’t drink, smoke, or have any secret girlfriends that they could use to extort me into inaction, so I eventually forced them into hiding instead of them pushing us to the brink of insanity. But it wasn’t easy.
The gist of the experience was that some government authorities who were supportive of the drug trade into Mason, Ohio had acquired technology that evolved from the cumbersome old electronics to actually manipulating quantum fluctuations and could inspire thoughts disguised as “heavenly advice.” These sometimes come in the form of dreams, sometimes as that trusted “whisper” that religion can call the “voice of God.” What it was actually were a bunch of government pinheads trying to shake a traditional family off the trail of their social experiment by attacking the heart of that family, the mother, and plunging them into self-destruction. Well, it didn’t work. I’m smarter than they are and they had to grudgingly admit that to themselves. I also have more willpower and the willingness to grind away at them until their complete destruction—which is something they hadn’t experienced before. My wife’s solutions to the problems involved attacking these things within the quantum fluctuation fields where false images and paper enemies could provide the illusion of a menace.
My solution was to attack the source, not the result. We had some disagreements as to that strategy, but eventually, we outlasted it. There is a reason I go by the tag “overmanwarrior.” Once you survive the things I have, and we have as a family, you’ve evolved beyond the limits of a normal human being. I don’t know anybody who has went through what we have and come out on the other side sane or optimistically healthy, emotionally—yet we are. Those government agencies aren’t nearly as pompous as they used to be. Now they are drowning in debt and their employees are so lackluster that they lack the ambition to engage in that kind of activity. The difference between the 80s and the 2000s is that the Millennials who now hold these jobs have much less ambition and patience. They don’t even want to think about a traditional family let alone attack and harass them—because to do so means they have to get to know them through spying and monitoring.
That’s why I was surprised that so many people loved Stranger Things. It’s not just the pleasant throwback to the 1980s—the characters themselves are all generally positive and trying to do good things—and that is really unique in this modern age. Perhaps people are ready for something positive again, maybe they’ll vote for Donald Trump to unleash once again a new age of capitalism that will have a positive influence for us all. Maybe entertainment companies will take notice and make more stories like those of the Uncharted 4 video game and the Netflix series Stranger Things. Hollywood is obviously out of ideas and it is from of these new entertainment sources that two of the best stories I’ve seen in years has come forth—and people are responding. That is truly a good thing. But remember, there is often truth to the best horror—at least on a conceptual level. Obviously Steven King was inspired by the 1920s pulp writer H.P. Lovecraft, who inspired the Batman Arkham stories, which has deeply inspired the current table top game phenomena seen at modern Gen Cons which has advanced the old Dungeon & Dragon concept to new levels—and all of that inspired obviously the Duffer Brothers—and this all makes up our modern culture in 2016—with bits of this and that thrown all over the place. But—and I discovered this the hard way, Lovecraft had his pulse on the quantum fluctuations which produced monsters which came to him most nights in the form of terrible dreams. Governments do try to manipulate those monsters in those quantum fluctuations to enact their strategies of statism—and 80s movies touched on the level of interest which we responded to as audiences with a level of shock and awe. Yet those monsters are real. We may not be able to change our mass and interact with them like they did in Stranger Things by crawling through a slimy tunnel—but we do sometimes catch them in the sides of our vision, or in our nightmares. And they do mean us harm which is one more reason why we should have a smaller government that doesn’t attempt to use them to harm us as we live our lives under a banner of freedom and capitalist enterprise.
I’m looking forward to season 2—if they ever get it started.
