After three years of work, my latest book, Tail of the Dragon is almost complete. As of this writing the novel is at the copy editor and art departments at American Publishing and galleys are soon to follow. The release of this novel still appears to be during the summer of 2012.
The press release below is close to how the final document will look and I am putting it up here at this time to share with my readers as they have followed the process along for many months now.
Tentative press release:
Eschewing authority, one man’s desperate search for freedom evolves into the greatest car chase in American history. It all started with a race to the White House.
In the exhausting presidential-election process, the American people are subjected to candidates’ self-serving hyperbole that threaten freedoms guaranteed by the United States Constitution. The Occupy Wall Street movement, the Tea Partiers, and ordinary voters from every walk of life all want the same thing: freedom from a dishonest government.
But what is freedom?
Nicknamed “The Tax-killer” for his work in fighting tax increases, author Rich Hoffman uses his own frequent altercations with the law to explore that very question. His latest fast paced novel, Tail of the Dragon, chronicles NASCAR-loving everyman Rick Stevens in his quest for freedom after a mundane lifetime of playing by the rules. One man–who challenges authority and incites the government’s wrath all the way to the White House–will discover the true meaning and price of freedom.
“In Tail of the Dragon,” explains Hoffman, “I found that the best way to get our minds around the concept of freedom is to have the characters break every conceivable law and see what happens. Rooted in a political world mirroring our own, it’s more than fiction, I call it faction.”
For an author interview, contact Jeff at bookpr@american-book.com. Hoffman is experienced in all forms of media and is sure to liven up your venue with wit, knowledge, and large doses of entertainment.
I’m excited about the release of this long-awaited book. The work has certainly been worth it. After reading the book about twenty times now I can honestly say that readers will be in for a unique treat that I’m happy to supply. But to quench the thirst that is building for the book’s official release I am putting links to many of the articles that I have written about Tail of the Dragon during this process to make it easy to review the material that has led to this amazing story.
There are days when it would seem to a scientific mind that all the demons of existence have gathered conspiratorially in the depths of hell to plot against you. To my mind there is a way to explain with science the beings religion calls demons, but for the sake of simplicity let’s just generalize for the benefit of comprehension. When a load of bad news occurs all at the same time, I have come to reason that such things are not coincidence, but are in fact attacks intended to put a dagger in your spirit.
Negative news will ultimately happen many times in a lifetime, no matter how well one prepares. The randomness of luck and how it is distributed to individual souls is a science that exists at a quantum level. However, when several of those negative events line up within days and hours of each other, the randomness of chance goes down considerably, and is evidently an attack designed to throw you off your game.
Life experience has shown me to take such waves of travesty like a quarterback is expected to stand in the pocket in a football game and connect with their offense to drive the ball down the field as an aggressive defense takes a shot at you. The good quarterbacks routinely take the pressure with poise even if the hits are painful. Cowering under the pressure is simply not an option because the intention of the defense is to rattle the quarterback with constant pressure.
I have no sympathy for those weaklings in our society; those poor quarterbacks who buckle under the pressure. I have no sympathy for those who have bought into the notion that collective consciousness impacts existence. If it did, home teams in football games would overwhelmingly win as the roar of the crowd would affect the play of the quarterback with a force that disrupts existence itself. But that doesn’t happen. All a collective consciousness can do is make noise that is distracting to the quarterback and urge them to make a mistake. But they cannot rob the quarterback of their skill, or their determination.
I see the role especially of men in their families to be the ATLAS, the pillar which holds up their entire family and their structures, like the cool quarterback that must stand in the pocket and carry a football team. In my life I expect to hold up the whole world if needed to achieve the goals of my family. To me, a man should always put the world on their back and carry the whole thing if needed. So problems that come my way must always be taken in stride, there is no room for emotion, for second guessing. There is only making decisions and advancing one’s position, and if the ATLAS is in my hands all will advance with me. That is the task of a man.
Carrying everything on your back is expected, and ATLAS should only be placed off your back when too many within the family structure take for granted that they are riding for free. My expectation is that all are welcome to ride on my back so long as they don’t come to expect me to always carry them. I expect the males to strive to have my strength. And I expect the women to appreciate the strength itself. If they don’t then setting down ATLAS is the only way to shake them from their neglect.
My love of the book Atlas Shrugged is for this reason. It is the only book that addresses the condition of those who ride on the back of the strong as being parasites. And those in government to me are all parasites, because they do not carry anything. All members of government rely exclusively to ride on the backs of those who work, and pay taxes to exist. However, those in government believe with collective consciousness that they can defy logic and reason by wishing into existence the dreams of their minds. They believe that if they come to some collective consensus that the weight of that consensus will steer luck in their direction and solutions will present themselves. This is why government believes they can rack up nearly 6 trillion dollars in debt in a four-year period in the Obama administration, because they are not dealing with reality. They are dealing with collective consciousness and hope that their consensus will provide them protection from the rules of existence.
I do not have any sympathy during such times when I personally face an avalanche of negative news in a short time, with the full intent behind the demons to shake me off my support of ATLAS. Perhaps it is the demons that do these things to curry favor with the weaklings of collective intent, so to prevent them from studying what I do and following. For whatever reason, their frustration at my refusal to be rattled, to set down the world for my own self-preservation, or desire for an easy life, frustrates them noticeably.
The question has come at me recently as it has in the past, how much can one man be expected to carry? What is the limit? Well, the answer is, if the required task is to carry an entire family, then you do it. If the task is to carry an entire community, then you do that. If the task is to carry the nation, the world, the solar system, then you do it. If the galaxy must be placed onto your back, then the mind and strength of spirit must rise up to meet that challenge. If the universe cannot function any longer because the parasites are attempting to overtake it, then it is those who are strongest who must carry that too. It is the responsibility of man’s mind to rise to that occasion if required.
Drinking to numb the mind, hiding from the trouble with over-eating, taking drugs for depression are not options for those who carry ATLAS on their backs. These are the pillars of all society. They are the leaders of their families and without them civilization falls apart if they refuse to carry the world on their backs. Ideally, the world would be much better off if everyone carried their own ATLAS’s on their backs. It wouldn’t require overman with so much strength to carry so many if more would take responsibility for themselves.
But the demons do attack at the peripherals of our lives especially when an individual attempts to shrug off the collective consciousness of the weaklings. The guilt the weaklings feel rots their minds and they pray for assistance to protect their meager lives from the guilt of their lack of strength. So the demons come to answer the prayers of those lazy, lackluster beings who lack the strength or fortitude to carry their own lives on their backs, and look for someone much stronger to do the work for them.
I expect to carry those who are not as strong as I am. But I have little patience for those who don’t appreciate it, and think for a fleeting moment that they are my equal as they rest on my back and look for me to do all the work for them. I will do such a thing for my family, but I do not wish to carry the entire universe on my back willingly without harassment from me to them. They can pray for the demons to come to their aid, but my vigilance will not stop no matter how much pressure is applied. The parasites of collective consciousness will not be able to loot off the power of the overmen without advancement. Like the cool quarterback who stands in the pocket and takes the pressure, the efforts of the weak even in collaboration with each other cannot rattle those with the strength to carry ATLAS on their backs indefinitely. It is not peer pressure that will cause those of strength to place ATLAS back to the ground of reality, but irritation to choke off the lives of the parasites hanging on for a free ride who will suffer in the end, and this is the way of reality. A round ball rolls because it is round. Water flows down hill because of gravity. The run rises and sets because of the rotation of the earth. And the strong will always be more valuable over the weak because that is the nature of reality. Strength is gained by surviving the attacks and taking on more and more burden. Strength is built by not surrendering. Strength is not given out like Halloween candy. So no matter what the intentions of those collective consciousness types, they cannot change this fact, and will for all eternity find themselves dependent on the strong for their very survival. They can pass laws, they can call on demons, they can scream at the top of their lungs for attention, but they cannot change the nature of reality into making the weak the same as the strong, because they are too lazy to pursue the strength. And that tragedy is self-inflicted.
For my part, ATLAS remains on my back without fail, and will be maintained indefinitely. It will be so because I intend it, and realize that such a reality is within my power to guarantee. And that is the nature of reality. If the strength isn’t there today, then it must be built so it’s available tomorrow. We know to recognize the men of ATLAS in sports, Tom Brady comes to mind, Payton Manning is another. There are a few out of the thousands and thousands of athletes in the world who rise up to be so great. And so it is with all man in all occupations. The goal of all endeavors is to make more of these people, not less, and only by building strength and character by refusing to surrender to the demons of the world do we discover them. Because the strong are not built without opposition, so as a byproduct of tragedy, strength is the result. Whatever doesn’t kill us makes us stronger. It’s an old adage, but it has truth regardless of repetition and stereotype.
Those who carry ATLAS can always be trusted. They are always there and without fail, they will defeat their enemies. If not the first time, the overman will eventually overtake the enemies once they have gained the strength to do so. It is in tenacity that all is conquered because only the strong have the courage to utilize the tool of time to destroy the lazy and complacent who expect to ride for free in a parasitic quest to fulfil a fantasy that reality will crush 100% of the time.
I enjoyed an unusually personal day on Saturday that gave me a minute to breathe, which was much-needed. I began my day they way most of them have lately, with the old KISS song, War Machine. Of recent I have been turning this song up so loud on my iPod while I ride my motorcycle that cars next to me at stop lights can hear my music even with their windows rolled up, their heaters on full blast and my helmet confining the earphones.
I like the music loud because I want to hear the words and I don’t want any interruptions into my mode of thinking. On my motorcycle I can feel most of what I need to know from the world around me, so sound won’t cue me as to if there is danger, I just always assume there is, so I’m always ready for it. As I began this recent Saturday from my reading chair surrounded by my stacks of books, my multiple guns that are close by just in case, my maps, my phone, my two televisions broadcasting the news to me at all hours of the day I ushered in my predawn day to KISS on my iPod so not to wake up my wife upstairs.
I usually begin my day around 4:30 A.M. every day of the week no matter what is happening. I do this because I don’t like to let time slip away without capturing all I can from it. Occasionally, as it was a week ago when an outside contractor came to give me a quote, he noticed my guns and had to ask, “Are you enemy number one or what? Are you expecting a riot?” To answer that question would require a long complicated answer that is best described in the picture shown below involving the cop and the old lady. It is the privilege of being an American to be armed to the teeth, to secure your own freedom from any possible invasion of your time and space.
But…….to what end?
The busy bodies wouldn’t understand why the loud music, why the guns, why getting up at 4:30 A.M and going to bed at midnight are important. Why the reading, why the news, why all the deep conversations about philosophy, when it’s football post season play that is the talk of the town. Who will win the Superbowl, the Patriots or the Giants? “I DON’T KNOW OR CARE UNLESS THE TAMPA BAY BUCCANEERS ARE PLAYING! I’m trying to focus on the science of abstraction!” I turn my music up to tune out the world and I listen to warlike music to remind me that there are many who wish to rob me of my time so I can defend it vigilantly. Because if I don’t stick up for my time, who will?
A friend of mine sent me the video below in the middle of this contemplation and it articulated wonderfully the moment. To the outside world, my measures may appear violent and over-the-top, but as I prepare for a very busy summer in my normal career, my political involvements, fighting yet another stupid Lakota tax increase, and the release of my newest book Tail of the Dragon I made myself a promise upon viewing this video–that I will take time to breath, to visit Alberta, Canada after this next wave of impositions and pursue the visions in that video.
When I try to explain to people why I fight so much, why I think like a War Machine day and night, it’s because I want the freedom of the visions in that video. I want that life free of those parasites that cannot fill themselves so they seek to empty you. I have little tolerance for those who wish to rob me of my time. I have even less tolerance for those who waste their own time. To me the greatest sin a human being can partake in is saying, “I’m so bored.”
After watching that Alberta video I read my email, caught up on the news I missed while I slept, and took a few calls. But after that the day was before me with no contractors to speak with, nothing severely broken to fix, no family to visit, no meetings to attend, and no literary work on my part since my book is now on a closed edit at the copy editor and the publisher is handling the artwork. For the first time since I signed my contract with the publisher in May of 2011, I have not worked on that latest book in my spare time. So I had nothing at all to do which was wonderful, it felt just like the images in that video.
I read a fiction book for a change that was so fun and exciting that I finished the book by 10:45 P.M. Saturday night. For months I had been reading my own book so many different times during a very exhaustive edit, where every single sentence was contemplated for effectiveness, that it was nice to read the fiction work of someone else. Lately when I have been reading, it has been heavy-duty philosophy and history. So a book on the light side of fiction was very refreshing.
My wife and I sat in our usual places, both of us in a friendly race to see who could finish our books faster. She started with one that was about 400 pages, mine was only 350. At the end of the night when we decided to go to bed she had about 40 pages left so she probably outpaced me a bit, but that didn’t matter. I was so wrapped up in my own little world that I was surprised when she made dinner and brought it to me when it was time to eat, as the setting sun outside showed the last traces of orange for the day.
The fighting is in pursuit of the ability to have days like the one mentioned above. Being a War Machine is not to bleed away your enemies, or even to make more of them. Being a War Machine is to fight away the altruistic parasites, the lazy, the easily bored, so that a day can be enjoyed to its fullest. So that I can read my books! So I can think!
I turn up my music over the roar of my motorcycle and the busy traffic of West Chester to hear myself think. To drown out the noise of the leeches who like a candle burning at both ends expect me to consume my life for their entertainment, because they are bored and don’t think for themselves. I think about war at all hours of the day not because I want a medal for some valor, or for the glory of defeating an enemy. My mind is a War Machine because I want freedom. I want unlimited access to my books, to the places of the world like Alberta, Canada and anything that gets in my way will be plowed over. So you better watch out………..because………………..well listen to the words.
And to those who give me dirty looks at the stop lights, I have one more message. When I was younger I had a shirt I wore all the time that said on the back, IF IT’S TOO LOUD, YOU’RE TOO OLD. It was a shirt I bought at a KISS concert. One of my friends parents back then used to scathe at that shirt whenever I’d come to their house. “You better hope you grow out of this rebellious phase Rich Hoffman. For your own good. All that loud music will blow out your ear drums. By the time you’re my age, you’ll be deaf.” Well, I always kind of liked that lady. She was very politically active and genuinely cared about her kids. However she was the epitome of the salivating soccer mom we joke about today who works to pass school levies and mistakenly over thinks her role as a parent. I decided back then I didn’t want the life she and her kind were selling. I am now older than she was then, and I still love my music loud not because I want to become a brainwashed demon worshipper like in the video below, but because I want to tune out the caution dwellers, those people who come out of high school with one foot in the grave and with every move thereafter is another nail in their own coffin. I know many such types who have allowed themselves to become “older” and “civilized,” or in other words……………what’s the word……………….“mature?” Those people are all unhappy and if they have not found their muse in life, I consider them more dangerous than any creature on earth because they seek to fill their emotional voids with money taken from us in taxes, with food off the self at the grocery, the diamond rings in the glass case at Costco, or the puritan beliefs of maturity, but no matter what the disguise, they are simply parasites who wish to rob you of your life. That’s why this War Machine LOVES IT LOUD! And I love it loud to push the world away so I can be close to my books. I always played my music loud not to gain attention, but to keep away those who were too timid to win my company, because my time has always been too valuable to waste by those who just consume.
Politicians learned from Hollywood how to build their image into a celebrity appeal, and the same Hollywood producers and image makers who create the images we see, seem to not recognize that the looting politician is simply using the Hollywood strategy against Hollywood itself to gain money, and political influence within the organization.
WARNING–WARNING…………..I need a few hours of your time. Be sure to read this through, then watch every video completely. I know it’s a lot………..but it’s for your own good.
Oh, what is that dear reader–you want more? Well, before we part, let me tell you just a bit more to this story. Here’s a quick look into the three former Fannie Mae executives who created quite a lot of trouble on Wall Street.
Franklin Raines was a Chairman and Chief Executive Officer at Fannie Mae.
Raines was forced to retire from his position with Fannie Mae when auditing discovered severe irregularities in Fannie Mae’s accounting activities. Raines left with a “golden parachute valued at $240 Million in benefits. The Government filed suit against Raines when the depth of the accounting scandal became clear.
Tim Howard- was the Chief Financial Officer of Fannie Mae. Howard “was a strong internal proponent of using accounting strategies that would ensure a “stable pattern of earnings” at Fannie. Investigations by federal regulators and the company’s board of directors since concluded that management did manipulate 1998 earnings to trigger bonuses. Raines and Howard resigned under pressure in late 2004. Howard’s Golden Parachute was estimated at $20 Million!
Jim Johnson- A former executive at Lehman Brothers and who was later forced from his position as Fannie Mae CEO. Investigators found that Fannie Mae had hidden a substantial amount of Johnson’s 1998 compensation from the public, reporting that it was between $6 million and $7 million when it fact it was $21 million.” Johnson is currently under investigation for taking illegal loans from Countrywide while serving as CEO of Fannie Mae. Johnson’s Golden Parachute was estimated at $28 Million.
I would replace them all in government with the people who just obtained their citizenship on Friday the 13th 2012 in less than a second if given the opportunity, and the Republic of the United States would fare far better than its present course because it is this group of people who worked hard to get a citizenship that is coveted all over the world as excessively valuable, who appreciate it. Because it is this United States Citizenship that gives an individual the right to their own property, and the right to pursue freedom without being ordained by any political party, religious idea, or tyrant of heredity.America is all about the Battle Hymn of the Republic because the fight will march on, and domestic enemies to the Constitution will be met, and at the same time threats from foreign enemies will be confronted to preserve the value of a citizenship sworn to at St. Dominic School in Delhi under the idea and pursuit of freedom.
Meet my son-in-law and what he intends to do as he answers the battle call of an American citizen at this link:
The battle before us this time does not involve a war across the sea, or the spilling of blood anywhere on earth. The battle we are fighting for now is to restore the idea of America after many years of abuse by greedy, unsophisticated, caretakers. And to those who wish to maintain such a quandary in American culture, fear that song. Because it’s coming for you! The looters, thieves, and feel good police have hijacked it for too long, and it’s time to restore it to its rightful place in our popular culture. For it is the idea of American culture that should be spread throughout the world as evidence by the gathering of those who seek refuge under the citizenship of being an American and why such a thing has so much value. It is that value that we protect now through first art and literature and if those things fail, then with the gun. But we will have that value. YOU CAN TRUST THAT DEAR READER! So wipe away that tear that is running down your face from hearing those songs, clean your gun so that it is ready, and in the meantime spread the word.
The absolutely infuriating aspect of the Ben Dibble move into the presidency of the Lakota School Board and advancing Julie Schafer to the VP spot, who is a person who has been my adversary in these tax fights, I take it as an assault to my cause, instead of the district listening to the points we’ve tried to make in helping them balance their budget, they’ve sought to dig in for a more vicious fight in 2012. It’s nothing against Ben or Julie, but the strategy that Lakota has employed coming out of the holiday break reveals their intentions.
One.. $172,200 – Sher, Susan (Chief Of Staff) Two.. $140,000 – Frye, Jocelyn C. (Deputy Assistant to the President and Director of Policy And Projects For The First Lady) Three.. $113,000 – Rogers, Desiree G. (Special Assistant to the President and White House Social Secretary for Mrs. Obama) Four.. $102,000 – Johnston, Camille Y. (Special Assistant to the President And Director of Communications for the First Lady) Five.. $100,000 – Winter, Melissa (Special Assistant to the President and Deputy Chief Of Staff to the First Lady) Six.. $90,000 Medina , David S. (Deputy Chief Of Staff to the First Lady) Seven.. $84,000 – Lilyveld, Catherine M. (Director and Press Secretary to the First Lady) Eight.. $75,000 – Starkey, Frances M. (Director of Scheduling and Advance for the First Lady) Nine.. $70,000 – Sanders, Trooper (Deputy Director of Policy and Project for the First Lady) Ten.. $65,000 – Burnough, Erinn (Deputy Director and Deputy Social Secretary) Eleven.. $64,000 – Reinstein, Joseph B.(Deputy Director and Deputy Social Secretary) Twelve.. $62,000 – Goodman, Jennifer R. (Deputy Director of Scheduling and Events Coordinator For The First Lady) Thirteen.. $60,000 Fitz, Alan O.(Deputy Director of Advance and Trip Director For the First Lady) Fourteen.. $57,500 – Lewis, Dana M. (Special Assistant and Personal Aide to the First Lady) Fifteen… $52,500 – Mustaphi, Semonti M. (Associate Director and Deputy Press Secretary To The First Lady) Sixteen.. $50,000 – Jarvis, Kristen E. (Special Assistant for Scheduling and Traveling Aide To The First Lady) Seventeen.. $45,000 – Lechtenberg, Tyler A. (Associate Director of Correspondence For The First Lady) Eighteen.. $43,000 – Tubman, Samanth a (Deputy Associate Director, Social Office) Nineteen.. $40,000 – Boswell, Joseph J. (Executive Assistant to the Chief Of Staff to the First Lady) Twenty.. $36,000 – Armbruster, Sally M. (Staff Assistant to the Social Secretary) Twenty-One… $35,000 – Bookey, Natalie (Staff Assistant) Twenty-Two.. $35,000 – Jackson, Deilia A. (Deputy Associate Director of Correspondence for the First Lady) (total $1,591,200 in annual salaries)
• The Tonopah Solar Company in Harry Reid’s Nevada is getting a $737 million loan from Obama’s DOE. • The project will produce a 110 megawatt power system and employ 45 permanent workers. • That costs U.S. Taxpayers just $16 million per job. • One of the investment partners in this endeavor is Pacific Corporate Group (PCG). • The PCG executive director is Ron Pelosi who is the brother to Nancy’s husband.
Working philosophies and religions are out there for your use dear reader, and when you allow the looters to not only rob you of your wealth but of your mind too, you have committed a sin against your legacy.
