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Latté Sipping Prostitutes: Tackling tough subjects in the latest Cliffhanger installment

As much as women think they have made great gains in the world of voting and the workplace, women are still used and abused terribly under the flag of collectivism. They are expected to act in unison—as a collective group and often behave in such a fashion making them a serious barrier to logic when hard decisions have to be made. It is probably one of the hardest things to write about in regard to correcting aspects of politics and philosophy plunging our society into the current quandaries that we find ourselves in—but if proper correction of modern problems are to have any hope—this problem must be identified and dealt with so that civilization can fix them. That is why the next chapter of my Cliffhanger story The Curse of Fort Seven Mile deals exclusively with this problem. Here is the description of the chapter from the book as it appears on Amazon.com.image

A school board president, a chamber of commerce CEO, a teacher’s union president and a wealthy socialite plan the demise of Fort Seven Mile’s new mayor after a brutal attack by Cliffhanger upon the police force. A sinister plan is hatched during their weekly latté gatherings where the four women routinely plan the manner of politics around their community along with their fantasies of sadomasochism, gossip, and social treachery.

Their grabs for power escalate as they organize a union protest at the Mayor’s home in a hope to diminish public approval of the beautiful Misty Finnegan and draw out the bandit Cliffhanger with a trap only the crafty mind of Patty Latrine could fathom. What they discover is a secret nobody could even comprehend leading to events that will change life as they know it forever.

 

Long time readers here will recognize the title as a joke that has evolved over several years. Specifically, I have used such a term often to describe the type of people who illogically vote for continuous tax increases not from individual thought processes, but from the pressure of their peers. Once it became obvious to me that women were being used by other women to promote obvious trends in politics that were disastrous to our society it was clear that the tendency needed to be called out so that it could be recognized and corrected. Men have been slow to join me in pointing out such a tragedy because they have been pinned into a corner with a check-mate in regards to social conduct. If they support such viewpoints as I have proposed, then they are cast about as Neanderthals and sex is cut from their lives with surgical precision.

This has always been by design, progressive groups knew that this would be the biological component to their movement and they sought to exploit it behind the flag of feminism. Like in the story described above, every community has some variation of the characters mentioned. Sometimes there are men included, but the basis of most society presently conducts their schemes against the voting population in much the way that the ladies in Latté Sipping Prostitutes do. And usually the groupings are broke down along similar political lines. The evidence can be seen at various Chamber of Commerce events and charity fund-raising efforts. Always the intentions from a distance are good—but the subtle underbelly of the strategy is often sinister—and deeply complicated. To hide that complicated web of motivations men have been urged to go along to get along and turn off their brains.  It is likely one of the biggest modern problems that is facing our culture which nobody talks about. But they should.

Even though I have written about this problem extensively and provided vast amounts of scientific data to support the conclusions and discussed it over hours of talk radio—the best format to explore the problem is within fiction. It is within the context of a story that the various psychological layers of the forces at work can be properly explored in all their connecting fashions. The primary antagonist in this particular story Latté Sipping Prostitutes is Patty Latrine—the wealthy socialite. Every community has some version of her and she is found among all the various groups herding women along like sheep toward a destiny not always to their liking.

The main protagonist in Latté Sipping Prostitutes even though she doesn’t have a line of dialogue but is only seen and talked about is the new Mayor of Fort Seven Mile, Misty Finnegan. As a woman she is truly a liberated free-thinker who is independent to such an extent that she lives beyond the control of Patty Latrine which makes the socialite feel very insecure—an emotion that she’s not used to experiencing. What has the women of her group so up in arms over the new mayor is that Misty is home schooling her children which means she doesn’t blindly support the public education system that Patty uses to advance her social strategies. To make matters worse Misty is a beautiful woman and the socialites under Patty’s leadership find the mayor to be a threat to their own power of seduction—that ability to perk out a lip or flirt with men in a way to get what they want when they want it. (Most human communication is non-verbal and women are great at it). Misty Finnegan’s presence as a powerful political figure of a truly strong and independent woman creates major problems for Patty Latrine and her minions of latte sipping despots who will do almost anything to stay in Patty’s good graces.

So what do the Patty Latrines of the world have that other women want—and why would women as a collective group even be prone to her strategies? Well, that is part of the problem and I’ve seen it firsthand—which I write about extensively in this latest Cliffhanger installment. Women like to have places to wear the jewelry and cloths they pick up here and there either from men, or from a shopping spree and people like Patty give them someplace to wear them. It’s just another form of control. If men committed sins in the past by not allowing their wives to drive a car, or getting them continuously pregnant to keep them from running off with another man, women like Patty Latrine use social status to do the same, by controlling the flow of politics at a communal level. If you don’t do and say as Patty does, an invite to her next charity dinner won’t come and nobody wants to be cast out of such events when everyone will be there!

It used to be the good ol’ boys network that was the vile centerpiece of corruption and discontent in every community, but that is no longer the case. Now it is women and they are every bit as bad as the men were. But they have the social mask of goodness to hide that evil behind built by progressive strategy over time to suppress judgment against their actions. What both groups did was wrong acting as a collective unit. Individually, if spoken to, they would say one thing, but within the peer groups of their Central Committees and social networks is a “team” approach which often requires them to act against their best judgment. That is where the trouble starts and the evil driven by a lack of personal authenticity creeps into the picture to bring with it corruption—because once a human being makes such a decision, they are willing to compromise on everything and they lose their integrity.

My work of course in The Curse of Fort Seven Mile is intended to be thought-provoking. For that reason I am particularly proud of Latté Sipping Prostitutes because it is such difficult subject matter to properly articulate. I don’t see many creative types in literature or film attempting to grapple with this problem—so it is advancing unhindered throughout our social structure without analysis, but, not in this new installment of Cliffhanger. After completing the story I knew that I had pulled together some difficult elements and readers would benefit from the result. That result might be controversial but it’s honest and leads to an exciting and unique chapter to the Cliffhanger story arc. A chapter that’s a lot of fun, but is brutally honest in a way that I’m known for; Latté Sipping Prostitutes is one of those stories that has a lot going on but is all too revealing. It might ruffle some feathers but to my intention, that is the difference between good literature and slack-jawed news articles.

The new installment can be found at:

http://www.amazon.com/Latte-Sipping-Prostitutes-Curse-Seven-ebook/dp/B00TBW2D12/

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Rich Hoffman

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The Science of Defying Odds: Cliffhanger’s return to extrodinary endeavors

There is a science to defying the odds. I’ve spent a good part of my life unraveling it. I first came to know a bit about that science when I was six years old and stabbed the class bully in the eye at school with a pair of scissors because he kept threatening to beat up everyone. It was considered impossible to stand up to such a large, mean kid, yet I did. Then after many thousands of culminating instances 40 years later just a few days ago, when I was caught in an ice storm with my motorcycle going down a hill so steep I couldn’t stop, steer, or even stick my foot upon the pavement to hold it up because of all the black ice. I made it to where I was going in spite of those oppositions, as I always do. There is a secret to surviving and advancing in spite of the odds and I have unlocked it after much study.   It could be said that I have done all this for a literary character I have thought about since imagination first took root, who is the hero of my newly released book, The Curse of Fort Seven Mile. The description of that long contemplated work goes as follows:image

Evil is amok through the police departments, school houses, and every political crevice of Fort Seven Mile. Labor unions, secret societies, and drug cartels are revealing their deep plans constructed by a global menace, “The System” to unleash complete control over the human race. An era of chaos seems poised to unleash hopelessness into every home throughout the world, except for the emergence of a curse that refuses to submit.

From the shadows comes a solitary savior who seems unstoppable and is threatening to shine light everywhere that darkness rules. In the wake of the masked avenger known as Cliffhanger the town of Fort Seven Mile is uniting around the heroic obscurity. However the greatest mystery of all is the origin of this gallant madman who defies all odds at every turn and a race is on by the forces who wish to maintain control of mankind’s minds. A lone reporter is uncovering a carefully concealed secret which has been suppressed since the emergence of ancient civilization. The Curse of Fort Seven Mile is loose and the world will never be the same again.

 

To me, evil is a very real thing and all the nightmares of humanity that manifest it. Personally it is the greatest odds to defy and has been a constant obsession for me for as long as I can remember breathing, which has led to living the kind of life I have. So obviously Cliffhanger is the result of my conscious mind. I won’t even attempt to say otherwise because it would be less than genuine to declare.

I started constructing the character of Cliffhanger as a kind of modern Zorro, or a Jedi Knight set in the modern here-and-now world. But for my interests Cliffhanger needed to be so much more—he needed to be the beginning of everything that it means to be human and to do that he needed to defy every kind of evil known to mankind so that a mirror could be held up to flash the image back to society in a way that few have ever attempted.

My literary motivations have largely been shaped by writers like Johnston McCulley, James Joyce, and Ernest Hemmingway, only my frustrations with their characters were that they were entirely too weak—and human. Human in that those characters were still vulnerable to the odds that evil dishes out to the struggling protagonist. In Joyce’s case, his characters were always deeply flawed and part of the resurrection process indicative of Vito’s cycle of birth, death, and resurrection. Cliffhanger is poised in this Curse of Fort Seven Mile to question that entire process with a new way of thinking. Even though it is a worked categorized as an action adventure story, to me it is a work of philosophy constructed through art.

In essence The Curse of Fort Seven Mile is about what occurs when various collective associations strategically seek to stack political favor through cronyism at the expense of other groups. What they all miss, and why they tend to be associated with evil is that their sole purpose in associating with one another is in taking what someone else made for their personal gain. In this first chapter it is evident that the takers are the local police department in Fort Seven Mile as they are looking for an increase in their budget so that raises can be allocated on schedule. That is the source of a remote and little talked about evil which of course carries over into other aspects of life. Even though the police sell themselves to the public as a force for good, their relationship to collectivism through collective bargaining is fundamentally evil. When they are challenged they have no choice but to attack the sanctity of the individual—who in this case happens to be the mayor of Fort Seven Mile. Because the mayor is popular she is earning respect from sectors of society in and around Fort Seven Mile which threaten the political grip the police have through their F.O.P. union. So the leader of this particular union has no other recourse but force to make the mayor comply with his needs. The result of this confrontation is a job for Cliffhanger.

Future chapters will be released each month throughout the year and will drive the story to a very dramatic conclusion that is very satisfying, and unique. For instance the next chapter deals with the influence of teacher unions. The one after that the role drug cartels play on local politics and so on–so that by the end of this particular book many different ways of analyzing collectivism in all its evil forms has been examined through the prism of an action adventure story. It has to be entertaining, and it is—but to satisfy me, it has to examine some aspect of society that is not being dealt with, the origin of evil and why it spreads so easily from person to person.

The pleasure in writing this Curse of Fort Seven Mile novel published as a traditional serial much the way H.P. Lovecraft and Charles Dickens did a century ago is that the gatekeepers have been eliminated completely. When I pitched the first Cliffhanger book The Symposium of Justice I even received grief for the content by self-publishers. The uphill battle just to put it in print was enormous and I have always felt that it affected the quality of the end product. But what did get accomplished from that first work was the structure which would lead to this new story—which will evolve into a very detailed and expansive work before all is said and done. It is no longer necessary to plead to a publisher and bend a work to their whim. Now it is possible to publish without any corrosive elements but the original vision of the author. This can of course cause quality problems for any work, but it also creates a freedom that has never before existed for an author with something important to say. For me, The Curse of Fort Seven Mile has a lot to say, important, entertaining, and just whimsical—but it is certain that only a few years ago—when I in fact started the blog, Overmanwarrior’s Wisdom, it would not have been possible to publish such a story as this new novel. This first chapter would have been drastically cut by any publisher—I know first hand. My second novel Tail of the Dragon—a separate story aside from the Cliffhanger tales and also coming soon as a re-launch—was heavily scrutinized particularly the scenes involving police violence. The prison scene itself was heavily edited to fit a more PG-13 market instead of the R rating that is sometimes needed. Yet, even though sometimes very violent and expressing sometimes suggestive sexual images, The Curse of Fort Seven Mile will contain not a single curse word—and is in essence a morality tale for good. The evil that often oppresses the good is vile, and to properly convey it, language is needed to paint the picture correctly and there is a lot of colorful language in this new Cliffhanger story. For those who know my free work on blog sites like this one, you should assume that if I am selling something—that there is value behind it worth the cost.

So it’s an exciting time to release a new Cliffhanger story. The gatekeepers are bypassed and the likes of this type of modern mythology can actually be told and delivered as a direct download to the world’s digital devices. There is no purer publishing method anywhere or at anytime than from my mind to your iPad, iPhone, NOOK, Kindle, or other device. By releasing each chapter at a time, it will give readers something new to look forward to each month specific to their outlets. The work isn’t so long that it makes reading tiresome, but just long enough to carry the reader deeper down into the mysterious well of mankind’s secrets—the intention behind all chance. The ultimate questions–does a human being hold free will over themselves, or are our stories written for us by beings we’ve never met directly but only provide a voice to our ear. And is the source of that voice a benefit of wonder and divine intervention or the origin of a nightmare?   When a bullet passes by our ear in a shoot-out is it luck that saves us—or is it our own free will to write our own destinies and to that end what role does it place in religion, law, and daily living where evil attempts to erode every sharp opinion into a decayed mess.

As I’ve said, I have spent over forty years working out the mystery of defying the odds. I have a lot of experience in doing so and I practice at it every chance I get. By defying the odds we’re not talking about scientifically implausible things like jumping from one mountain to another—but in things that are physically possible, like navigating a motorcycle down a wintery road covered with black ice when logic says that you should crash. It is in The Curse of Fort Seven Mile that we begin to unravel that ambiguity of chance to reveal a deeply guarded secret that it takes a lot of pain, and terror to discover. But for the reader curled up in their favorite seat with their electronic device bringing them the world with the touch of a button—that secret is available through the heroics of Cliffhanger. That journey begins at this link:

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00S7AXFMA

Enjoy!

Rich Hoffman

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Cliffhanger as a Gift: Evil beyond the tesseract

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rich Hoffman

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Butler County GOP in the Belly of a Snake: The slow digestion of a split party

As reported previously the Butler County Republican Party is going through some growing pains. The old political machine seems to believe they can continue winning into the future by just sticking the Republican name next to their titles on election ballots. However, the real Republicans, the boots on the ground types who hit the streets and go door to door are many who find the Tea Party name attractive. Unwisely, the Republican leadership has decided to run the Tea Party individuals away so that they could garner the publicity of positive press. CLICK HERE FOR REVIEW. In an open letter from one of the protestors at the Kasich rally recently in Butler County two incidents of harassment from the party toward Tea Party types has been identified. Because of this behavior it should not be a surprise that nobody is showing up for these political events organized by the party except the type of people who gain financially by their party affiliation. The core of the party has been purposely pushed off to the side with the ultimatum of compliance or abandonment. It is the same reckless option that is given to a child from a parent who is clueless as to what to do next—so they resort of sending a child to their room without supper if they don’t put on a nice smile and behave at a social gathering in the manner the parent deems worthy. Little do the parents know is that the children have a stash of food in their bedrooms and could care less about the punishment. It is the parents who need the children to brag about and show others what good people they are. Similarly, the Butler County GOP needs the activists driven by passion to show Democrats that they can compete against them—and as of now, the party of socialists, the progressive Democrats are drooling at the show of weakness coming out of the Butler Country Republican Party.

 
Open Letter to Leadership of Butler County Republican Party,The current leadershipoftheBCRP is operating on a personal agenda that damages the Republican name and Republican candidates.  The Republican voters of Butler County deserve better.The Tea Parties of Butler County would like to see the following three things happen. 

  1. Follow the Ohio Revised Code
  2. Follow the By-Laws of the Party
  3. Adopt the National Party Platform

 

Here are two examples of the behavior of the party leadership.

 

Here is what happened at VOA Rally for Kasich:

 

“I went to the Governor Kasich rally last night at VOA. About 30 of us were there in protest of Common Core. After I finished and was going into the building for the rally I talked to Todd Hall. He told me that I could not bring the signs into the building. I took my signs and placed them in my car and returned to the building. When I got inside, I noticed almost every candidate had signs to give away. I re-approached Todd and asked him why I could not give away Pritchard signs; he became belligerent and threatened me by saying that he would physically remove me from the premises. He gave no reason why Mary’s signs could not be given away.”

 

September visit to Republican Headquarters:

 

“This afternoon I had an interesting encounter at the Butler County GOP Office.  I went in to get a Condit and Sharon Kennedy yard sign. The older blonde lady did not know me nor did she ask. I told her that trying to get volunteers in an off-year election is hard. She immediately started ripping into All Tea Parties saying they won’t help out and they are obstructing road to success.  Wow!

 

She also said that the Central Committee will not allow Tea Party to get the majority and they will be extinct in 30 months anyway. ”

 

THIS BEHAVIOR NEEDS TO STOP, strengthen the many not the few.

 

So let’s first address the Todd Hall issue involving the signs for Mary Pritchard. Mary is an anti-Common Core candidate who wants to put more conservative voices onto the Ohio State Board of Education—which is something that area Republicans should be happy about. Her candidacy should be supported, yet it’s not the direction that party players want to endorse as they are looking to merge the lines with the opposition—the Democrats who want fundamental transformation of America into accepting more socialism and less capitalism. Republicans like John Boehner and John Kasich under the direct influence of Barack Obama have sought to change the Republican Party from the perceived “party of no” into a party of “consideration and compassion.” Part of that compassion is to accept federal standards for education, open border immigration policies that bring in more voters for the Democratic Party and higher taxes to pay for all these utopian plans. Democrats have not moved even a perceived centimeter into accepting American capitalism as the saving grace of any economy—rather it is only Republicans who continue to move toward the center as it is established by radicals from the political left. Once they have arrived at that left established line, the same radicals who called Republicans names and derided them in the media as “rich,” selfish,” “white men,” will then move that line further to the left forcing the same clueless oafs that they are just big mean capitalist if they don’t move more to the left as a “compromise.” Meanwhile, Democrats will stay on their left leaning positions and will always seek to move further in the wrong direction at the first opportunity. So in their desire to appease the radical Democrats, Butler County Republicans are hand-picking their candidates who will be friendly to these strategic aims of “social compromise.” Mary Pritchard is not considered to be one of those Republicans who will fall in line quietly, so her signs were not allowed to be distributed at a GOP event.

Conversely, Democrats do not have such restrictions in their party. To qualify all one needs to be is a social derelict, a cocaine addict, a welfare promoter, a thief, a prostitute or molester of the innocent. Democrats do not care what kind of person their candidates are, they just assimilate them into their collective blob and call anybody names who might attempt to pass judgment on their individual character. And the media plays their role in maintaining these standards. This is the game that Republican Party leadership across America is dealing with—especially in Butler County.

The other issue is the GOP office where the old blonde lady openly derided Tea Partiers by saying they will be extinct in 30 months and that they were obstructing the road to success. The letter writer was in the office to pick up signs for Sharon Kennedy, who is on the Ohio Supreme Court and quite a fine personality from Liberty Township— a general, class-act, and Margie, who is the same as a House member. She is softer on issues than I’d like to see, but she is a generally good person. And in the office was a low-level mouth-piece for the establishment Republicans who likely hasn’t read a book in years, and conducts her life as a marionette to other people’s concepts of reality by stating that Tea Party types will be extinct soon.

In 30 months at the rate its going it won’t be the Tea Party who is extinct, it is the area GOP who will be forced to move further and further to the left until they are unrecognizable as conservatives, which for many, is already the issue. The path of success that the lady was talking about is not a path for area conservatives; it is for those who have a financial stake in politics who use the Party to make money. For those I know in the Tea Party, this is not something they care about—they do not seek party affiliation to profit from, they are passionate about their beliefs and do not easily yield—which is the real gripe. The Republican Party is feeling the social pressure to change and wish to do so—and they are upset that the rest of the party won’t unite behind them. But the evidence of that same Kasich rally in Butler County is that without the Tea Party types, nobody was left to attend the rally leaving only political insiders and profiteers left to cheer on the governor with a crowd that could have filled a living room, but didn’t come close to making the Ronald Reagan Lodge at the VOA look populated.

Compromise is a dirty word because the other side has no desire to perform the task. Those who beat the drums of modern compromise loudest are those who have an objective of social assimilation by conservatives into socialist mind-numb, knuckle dragging oafs so that they can easily conquer them in future elections. They don’t want to “co-exist” with conservatives—they want to destroy them utterly and completely. They are performing a military objective of domination and destruction—not compromise. So anyone who plays their game is doomed to failure. It will be they who are “extinct.” You can’t “compromise” with a lion, tiger or bear. You can’t reason with at Great White Shark. You can’t sign a peace treaty with a snake. If those creatures are hungry and you are available to eat, they will consume you without regret or warning. Democrats like snakes lay dormant and passive until they need food, then they strike ferociously without an ounce of compassion. And the Butler County GOP including the blonde lady passing out signs are functioning from the belly of a snake called the Democratic/(socialists) of Ohio. The last words of a party and its people who do not realize they are being digested so slowly that they can’t even feel the destruction of their very essence.

Rich Hoffman

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Fabio’s Cancer Fighting Crusade: Antineoplastons are the wave of the future

The story I put up yesterday about Cliffhanger Research and Development was a lead-in to a series of stories that I am conducting about technology and the suppression of science due to forces of politics embedded in regulation and current industries who are woefully outdated. I have seen this painful realization up close and much of the work I perform currently which shows anger at these “suppressors” is due to my direct experiences. One of the greatest of these suppressed sciences is the cures for cancer that Dr. Burzynski from Houston, Texas is conducting even under the constant harassment of the FDA.

If you have wondered what Fabio Lanzoni has been doing lately—who used to be a spokesman for the National Cancer Institute—he is now an advocate for Dr. Burzynski’s cancer treatments. This is not a happy place for the medical industry where a major celebrity has come out as a spokesman for the controversial doctor. Christina, Fabio’s sister, was treated and did end up dying of cancer but the track record Burzynski has is extremely good—much better than current treatments. You can see a special panel that Fabio participated in on behalf of Burzynski during a film festival showing the movie, Cancer is Serious Business Part II where he talks about his sister’s treatment and the path to life he worked so hard to provide her

To learn more about Dr. Burzynski read the information below by Dr. Mercola providing testimony about the cancer treatment doctor. The essence to the trouble that has come toward Burzynski is that he is the sole holder of the patent for antineoplastons which is the method he uses for treating cancer. If Burzynski’s antineoplastons become the industry standard, much of the 70 year old cancer fighting technology that is currently in practice, which pharmaceutical companies currently utilize will become obsolete. There is a lot of money in keeping people sick. There is also a lot of money to be made off of people’s deaths. Just consider the amount of revenue that is consumed through “death taxes” which states count on as part of their budget. As sad as it is, many in the medical industry are short-sighted enough to put such concerns ahead of the health, and quality of life of their patients. It’s not a sad conspiracy; it is a fact of modern life. The old guard of the medical industry is deliberately suppressing cures to maintain their federal funding structures and political status quo. Most in the medical industry desire to keep people sick to preserve their livelihoods. People like Burzynski are actually trying to cure people so that they can return to a normal life that does not involve a weekly visit to a doctor’s office.

Dr. Stanislaw Burzynski received much deserved publicity with the release of the 2011 film, Burzynski—The Movie.

Eric Merola’s award-winning documentary showcased Dr. Burzynski’s remarkable cancer discovery for all the world to see, and explained how he won the largest and possibly the most convoluted and intriguing legal battles against the Food and Drug Administration (FDA) in American history.

Dr. Burzynski’s story now continues in the compelling follow-up film: Burzynski—Cancer Is Serious Business, Part II. This second film details his continued struggles and victories, and explores the current status of Antineoplastons’ clinical testing—now (finally) sanctioned by the FDA.

Dr. Burzynski’s Cancer Treatment

Dr. Burzynski, trained as both a biochemist and a physician, has spent the last 35+ years developing and successfully treating cancer patients suffering with some of the most lethal forms of cancer at his clinic in Houston, Texas.

The treatment he developed involves a gene-targeted approach using non-toxic peptides and amino acids, known as Antineoplastons. I personally interviewed Dr. Burzynski about his treatment in the summer of 2011.

He coined the term ”antineoplastons” and defines them as peptides and derivatives of amino acids that act as molecular switches. However, as genome research blossomed and science progressed, Dr. Burzynski discovered that antineoplastons also work as genetic switches.

They actually turn off the genes that cause cancer (oncogenes), and turn on or activate tumor suppressor genes—genes that fight cancer. His treatment strategy, which he refers to as “Personalized Gene Targeted Cancer Therapy,” includes mapping the patient’s entire cancer genome.

This involves analyzing some 24,000 genes in order to identify the abnormal genes. Once they’ve determined which genes are involved in the cancer, drugs and supplements are identified to target those specific genes.

Antineoplastons work on approximately 100 cancer-causing genes, but traditional oncology agents (including chemotherapy) may also be used, typically in combination with antineoplastons. This expanded direction of “personalized gene-targeted treatment” has permitted people who would otherwise be denied access to the still-unapproved antineoplastons to benefit from his treatment.

The War on Cancer Cures

As the first film in this series clearly revealed, the FDA began scheming to eliminate the threat Dr. Burzynski and his discovery posed to the cancer industry as early as 1977, when Dr. Burzynski first tried to get antineoplastons approved.

The reason he was (and still is) considered a significant threat to the cancer industry is because he’s the sole patent holder of the treatment, which means he’s the sole beneficiary, should the FDA approve Antineoplastons—not a pharmaceutical company and the bosses thereof.

As a matter of fact, Dr. Burzynski is the first and only scientist in United States’ history to enter the federal drug approval process for a proprietary cancer therapy without any financial support from the American government, the pharmaceutical industry, or the cancer establishment.

Vast amounts of money are at stake, since FDA approval of Antineoplastons would not only threaten conventional chemotherapy and radiation, it would also result in billions of dollars of cancer research funds being funneled over to the one single scientist who has exclusive patent rights—Dr. Burzynski.

The sad fact is, as stated by Dr. Julian Whitaker in the featured film, that true medical breakthroughs are suppressed these days because they “put at risk the entire financial underpinnings” of medicine.

If a medical breakthrough replaces failing therapies, the cash flow and profits of those failing therapies are lost forever, and the industry simply chooses profits over cures… Instead of investing in actual cures, medicine, over the past five decades, has invested in awareness campaigns. But, as Dr. Whitaker points out, awareness does not cure the disease, and will never lead to a cure, no matter how much money is raised by these campaigns, for the simple fact that there’s too much vested interest in therapies that fail and perpetuate a money-making disease.

Cancer Is Serious Business

In recent years, the focus for cancer therapy has increasingly shifted toward individualized gene-targeted cancer treatment, such as that provided by Dr. Burzynski for the past decade. So it’s no wonder, really, that the industry has tried so hard to get rid of him, in order to protect their own profits and access to research funds. Burzynski—Cancer is Serious Business, picks up where the first movie left off, detailing Dr. Burzynski’s continued struggles and victories, and explores the current status of Antineoplastons’ clinical testing, now sanctioned by the FDA. It also follows the progress of several of his patients. As described in the film’s synopsis:1

 

“For most patients undergoing Burzynski’s treatment, their advanced cancer itself runs secondary to the constant barrage of skepticism coming not only from their local oncologists, but also from friends and family who feel their loved ones are making suspect treatment decisions—even though mainstream oncology has already left many for dead.

As the story unfolds, you will observe a real-time change of hearts and minds from many of these doctors and families. Unlike the first documentary, Part II showcases interviews with board-certified oncologists, surgeons and neurosurgeons, who witnessed patients leave their care, soon to return in great health after opting for the Burzynski Clinic.”

National Cancer Institute Acknowledges Antineoplastons’ Success

Incredibly, in August of last year, America’s National Cancer Institute (NCI) finally acknowledged and cited some of Burzynski’s peer-reviewed Antineoplaston studies, as well as findings by Japanese researchers who have been independently reproducing Antineoplaston clinical trial studies since the 1980’s, without any involvement by Dr. Burzynski. One of the most remarkable admissions by The National Cancer Institute is the following:2

 

“A Phase II study also conducted by the developer and his associates at his clinic reported on 12 patients with recurrent diffuse intrinsic brainstem glioma. Of the 10 patients who were evaluable, two achieved complete tumor response, three had partial tumor response, three had stable disease, and two had progressive disease.”

What’s truly remarkable about this is that a brainstem glioma has simply never been cured before in the history of medicine—Antineoplastons hold the first cures ever! In the featured film, you will also learn how a Japanese team, consisting of pathologists, oncologists and surgeons, has conducted the first-ever independently-run randomized controlled human clinical trials on Antineoplastons, and the results thereof. According to Dr. Hideaki Tsuda, MD with the Kurume Medical University in Japan:

“After 27 years of independently testing Antineoplastons—including randomized clinical trials, we found that Dr. Burzynski was right. It’s obviously not anecdotal anymore.”

The Story Everyone Needs to Know

Dr. Burzynski has developed a cancer treatment that surpasses all other treatments on the market today, and the FDA and the pharmaceutical industry knows it. They also know his treatment threatens the entire paradigm of the cancer industry, which is based on expensive treatments with a high rate of failure and retreatment.

For the past 15 years, they’ve harassed him, tried to take away his medical license, and even tried to put him in prison for life—all in order to protect the status quo. Adding insult to injury, you and I have been paying for the brutal opposition to Dr. Burzynski’s cancer treatment this whole time. The US government spent $60 million on legal fees for just one of his trials alone.

Still, Dr. Burzynski has prevailed, and the truth about his gene-targeted treatment is finally receiving some well-deserved acknowledgment. After all, Dr. Burzynski has published over 300 articles on Antineoplastons, many of them peer-reviewed. And more than 100 independent Antineoplaston studies have been published, including those from Japan.

Support a Cancer Cure, Not Merely the Awareness of the Condition

Earlier this year, a group of patients and patient advocates launched a campaign to have Antineoplastons accepted worldwide as a “standard of care” for the treatment of cancer.3 For more information, please see www.iwantanp.com:

“Unlike all other cancer research campaigns which rely 100% on awareness alone, we realize that awareness itself does not cure the disease. Medications such as Antineoplastons are what can lead to the cure of the disease of cancer.

If the United States still refuses to allow Antineoplastons into its marketplace, we will then make sure another country will be properly funded to set up the proper channels for Antineoplastons to be approved for their marketplace. Another avenue would be simply opening up a massive Antineoplastons clinic allowing the cancer patients of the world to seek treatment using Antineoplastons.

Upon gaining either market approval—or the funding the construction of an Antineoplaston clinic overseas, our funds will then go to make sure everyone who cannot afford to travel overseas to receive Antineoplaston therapy—can do so by requesting money through this organization.

Either way, whether the market or its government’s regulatory agencies want Antineoplastons available to its citizens or not—Antineoplastons are here to stay, and the members of our global human family deserve the right to have access to them.”

 

http://articles.mercola.com/sites/articles/archive/2013/07/13/burzynski-cancer-film.aspx

The sad saga of Fabio Lanzoni’s sister Christina’s battle with ovarian cancer, partially revealed

The work of Dr. Burzynski is a game changer that will alter the way cancer is treated in the future. The crisis that exists now is not science fiction intended for some distant society. The solution is right there in front of us, just as energy methods exist that are far superior to modern means, skycars are available for manufacture right now, but lack any political support to implement, and even regenerative medicine has the ability to grow and replace every organ in the human body making modern health care providers a worthless enterprise. Think of how many people, many of whom are reading this right now work directly for, or around the health insurance industry. Consider what would happen if regenerative growth simply eliminated the need for surgery, or getting sick all together. Most of those people would be out of a job. More jobs would be created for sure, but most of the administrative positions that really just entail pushing paper from one place to another would be downsized. It is for that reason that progress is slow on implementing the kind of technology that actually improves the human condition.

Cancer is big business for medial care providers at every level. If cancer just dropped off the radar of concern, like it will once antineoplastons are widely used, a lot of the false wealth created that goes into medical industry pockets would dry up and disappear. That is the reason that people still die of cancer and the federal government is the primary guilty party in suppressing the new technology. Their biggest concern is not the death of people, but in the employment of them.   No administration wants to be the one who sees a massive jump in unemployment, especially one that occupies more than 5% of the American economy just to cure people of a disease that should already be extinct.

 

Cancer cures aren’t the only suppressed technology out there, but it is one of the most impactful, and immediate ones. There will be a lot that will change in the very near future so much of the stonewalling done by modern bureaucrats will prove to only unnecessarily kill people for no reason. Even old age is quickly becoming a really dumb idea that will easily be avoided so to save all the terrible cost of health care to the elderly. Once a cure for old age comes into play, what will become of the mortuary industry? What about the nursing home industry? Or even the many hip and knee replacements that are currently conducted due to bones losing their bone mass? All of that loss and degradation is ridiculous and unnecessary. What holds us back is our old adherence to ancient medicines and security of livelihoods. Additionally, in the case of mortality—our religions—are outdated as well. Dr. Burzynski is just one example of a vast wall of conspiracies that are so openly played against the human race resistant to the inevitable changes that are coming. In the mean time, because of short-sighted selfishness, many people will die for absolutely no reason at all because the cure is right in front of them—but they aren’t allowed to have it—due to a trusted medical industry more interested in the serpents of the caduceus than in actually treating people. What those like Burzynski is proposing is to reinvent the very nature of medicine and redefine the industry for the 21st century.

Rich Hoffman

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The Curse of Fort Seven Mile: Life behind the mask dedicated to justice

imageAdrian could think of no other response, “You do not represent the law, you are an outlaw and are responsible for the deaths of enough people to fill our courts for the next decade.”

“Thank you,” Cliffhanger said behind a mask which concealed his face. He wore the standard outback style hat and a poncho that blew in the wind like a cape as had previously been reported to his reputation. Sunglasses covered his eyes so there was no face to give away intentions to Adrian and his men. Only his words were as solidified as granite in an ancient quarry. “You have made my point for me. With the amount of crime that you alone are guilty of, courts have no time, or ability to process them all leaving the villains of the world to shower evil upon the lives of the many innocent. That is why I am here—no trial, no reports to file. And of all those villains, you are but a toe which helps it walk. Now, it is time to slow that walk down to a crawl.”

 

That is a small segment of the first chapter from my new project The Curse of Fort Seven Mile which revisits the world of the vigilante Cliffhanger first introduced in my 2004 novel The Symposium of Justice. For my readers here I am happy to provide a teaser which is seen below—a very small section of the opening chapter first draft which is going very well. As I’ve jumped back into the world of Cliffhanger much of the work I’ve done over the last decade are filling the pages easily leading to a number of very interesting chapters. The below segment is essentially the president of the local F.O.P. of Fort Seven Mile Adrian Fellini demanding more money from the mayor and city council due to the rise in violence due to the roaming vigilante behavior of Cliffhanger. The mayor in this case is a young woman who stepped into the role as the former mayor had desired an affair with her and made her vice-mayor to maintain a proximity to her. After his death in the events from The Symposium of Justice, she is now in charge and she lets the F.O.P president know her thoughts about his demands.

This is just the first step of a project that will prove to be a massive ongoing endeavor. The plan is to release these chapters one by one over the coming months, but eventually they will fill rather large books inspired by pulp fiction. As a writer I am concerned about a great number of topics and the character Cliffhanger provides for a very rich canvas to paint all those issues into a coherent storyline that is suitable to the old pulp serials of the distant past—when literature and entertainment was at a peak that I greatly respect. The following section from The Curse of Fort Seven Mile doesn’t give away any spoilers as to plot points of any destruction to the integrity of the drama, but will provide some insight into what can be expected. So please do enjoy the following selection and stay tuned for much more to come.image

 

Excerpt from The Curse of Fort Seven Mile

Chapter One

 

Misty Finnegan maintained her calm and her two allies on council sat stoically amidst the animal-like chatter of the rabid police officers smelling blood in the water due to Fellini’s comments. Without anger to fuel their antics, the clapping officers subsided into murmurs then quickly lost their enthusiasm as Fellini squared his shoulders confidently toward the council members. His posture indicated that he felt his previous statement had been a check-mate against Finnegan and her council. But then Misty pushed her dainty hair behind her shoulder blades and let her tongue lose as if a knight combating a vile dragon had cast forth a lance intended for decapitation. “As you all know—those of you clapping and drumming up banter like vile baboons thumping their chests at a zoo, I am up for election next year. Of course there is a risk that the people of Fort Seven Mile may not vote for me during the next election. It is possible that they may witness my actions here before you today and remove me from office. If that were to happen it may be possible that I’ll lose the many offers of free lunches, the attempted bribes, the lecherous conduct of those looking for an advantage in their businesses with campaign donations to the candidate they put their money on, as if we were all as politicians a number on a gambling table. It is possible that these are the last months that I will be mayor of this city, or hold an office in its historic building.” Misty paused for effect. “It is possible that I may be forced to return back to my home to focus on my children and husband without a care for the outside world—that I may not feel the pressure to attend every charity event in town, every ribbon cutting, every attempt to have someone desire to have their picture taken with me only to be propped up and displayed as if I were a trophy in obtaining power. It is possible that I may be free of this burden for the rest of my life knowing that I did what was right and can sleep well at night cognoscente that I stood up for proper management and conduct of the Fort Seven Mile tax payers based on my own opinions and judgment. It is possible—all of it. And because all things are possible, here is what I have to say to you. Your police officers garner too high of a wage. There are too many of them and they pass their time too often harassing the good tax payers of Fort Seven Mile with traffic citations and cat-calling harassment—much of which I have had to suffer through myself. They are always late to a crime, and only show up to gather evidence. Their ability to stop crime is negligible at best

Fellini had heard enough, “negligible at best! How dare you make such an assertion!” The other police officer members rumbled angrily toward Misty Finnegan with red-faced utterances. “It is the thin blue line they walk, these officers of Fort Seven Mile who sacrifice their lives for the safety of our citizens.”

“The only sacrifice at play are those from the tax payers to pay their high salaries.” Misty said cutting off Fellini before he had a chance to continue. “You referred to the bandit Cliffhanger, Mr. Fellini. You spoke of him as a menace but who else has been present to stop crime before it happens, instead of after? Who else has risked their life in such an audacious manner than the masked outlaw known as Cliffhanger? Certainly nobody in this room—if so let them come forth now and make the pronouncements of valor which can eclipse the heroics of Cliffhanger.

Fellini was about to erupt with anger. “So you are a sympathizer to a known outlaw, a criminal, and a murderer? You speak highly of a menace to the fabric of society and an open violator of the law!”

“I speak as a member of the legislative body of our community to define law as our times dictate—not to carry on the mistakes of our past as they were manipulated by the likes of yourself, Mr. Fellini. Misty Finnegan sat forward and placed both of her elbows on her elevated desk. “You must remember your place, we were elected to legislate, and if that effort proves to be a failure, then the voters will remove us. We were not elected to dance from the fingertips of union presidents and allow open extortion of our tax payer dollars. If you want to see Cliffhanger off the streets of Fort Seven Mile, then be where crimes are committed before they happen and beat him to the effort. If you did such a thing, your officers may just catch him in the act. Then and only then will you be qualified to decide who is the criminal, the one who is trying to restore justice to Fort Seven Mile, or those offering to stop crime if only their pay checks would become more bolstered.”

A desperate silence filled the room as the spirits of intelligence had fled the minds of police union members upon hearing Misty’s dialogue. Adrian Fellini after many years of serving as a police officer and over a decade as the president of their labor union for the first time in his life was lost for words. He struggled to find them, but none were present causing him to stare blankly at the seat of Misty Finnegan. He wasn’t alone, not a word or murmur so much as a cough emerged from the mouths of the other officers who had gathered in solidarity believing that tonight’s ceremony would bring them wealth, not a grim reality of such audacious disrespect and contempt from an elected official. Worse yet, the rest of the council members made no show of chastising Misty Finnegan which was the worst of it. Two members of the five on council Fellini knew supported his cause, but because they were now outnumbered by the election of LaRue, they kept their mouths shut. Their finger to the wind told them that political change was coming to Fort Seven Mile and two primary figures were the cause of the sudden insurrection. Cliffhanger had embolden the population to question their authority figures disrupting the election cycle, and Misty Finnegan’s sudden acquisition of power in the wake of Mayor Goodman’s death was obviously going to her head. For three years she had hardly made a peep during public hearings and now she was giving anti-police speeches and openly supporting insurrection.

Misty Finnegan continued to speak for quite some time but Adrian Fellini had phased out her words. All he could feel now were the stares of his union members bearing holes in the back of his head looking for action. This insult could not be allowed to stand. The new mayor would have to be taught a lesson and be brought in line. Fellini didn’t like the public relation trouble that came with enforcing such punishment, but if there was ever a time for it—now was it. The F.O.P. labor unions across the nation over time had managed to maintain quite a lot of fear just through the threat of a reduced workplace presence. Always in the back of people’s minds were the early days of the union when dissidents on both sides were sometimes beaten into compliance. Without the threat of force the union was toothless, and it was obvious that Misty Finnegan did not fear that possibility. As leader of the Fort Seven Mile Fraternal Order of Police, it was up to Adrian Fellini to remind Finnegan of the implication of her actions and to fall into compliance.

He reasoned that with the recent upsurge of violence in Fort Seven Mile by the hands of Cliffhanger, that the media would be much more forgiving than they might otherwise be. A beaten mayor hospitalized for standing against the police dedicated to serving the public was a bet Fellini was willing to make in coming out on top during the court of public opinion debates that would inevitably come after.

For a brief moment he considered that a humiliating gang rape of the pretentious Misty Finnegan would be pleasurable—as she was an extremely handsome woman. Such a disgrace would mark her for life and shut her mouth forever. But, after what Cliffhanger did to “Scarface the Rapist,” the child molester Tanner who had just recently recovered from his wounds in that showdown organized by Mayor Goodman to rally support for an upcoming police levy, paving the way for the same raises that Fellini was now seeking support for—Fellini had second thoughts about the effectiveness of that strategy. A rape might make Finnegan a more sympathetic figure to the female voters of Fort Seven Mile whereas a good old-fashioned beating would be more appropriate in this case.

Of course everyone in town would know who was at fault, but would they care? Probably not, in all his years of police work, he knew the best way to make a compliant public was to bring fear to their minds. Nobody wanted to be on the wrong side of the law—and his police officers were the law. They were that thin blue line and nobody wanted to be on the wrong side of it. So Fellini rationed before Misty stopped lacerating him with her speech that tonight after the public hearing on her way to her car, she would be beaten to within inches of her life and hospitalized for insurrection. Fear would return to the minds of Fort Seven Mile which would lead to respect. Social order would then return. It was weak policy toward this type of rebellious conduct that had created Cliffhanger in the first place and now public officials were being emboldened by his antics. It was time to put a stop to it otherwise there would be no raises for his officers. Instead by the talk of Misty Finnegan, there may actually be lay-offs, and that was not going to happen on Adrian Fellini’s watch. The more he thought about it, the viler his evil deeds against Finnegan became filling his mind with excitement. As a benefit, it might even occur during this beating her cloths would be torn away in such a way to fill his nights with the sight of her innocent beauty robbed by him and his selected men. Upon such a visual saturation he would sleep soundly that night with dreams of passion released from prisons of pent-up aggression

Fellini quickly found three other rabid officers from his members willing to hide in the shadows with him dressed in black with their faces concealed waiting for Misty Finnegan to leave the council chambers for the night. As usual, she was the last to leave—all the other members had scurried to their cars and left for the day shortly after the late evening meeting had ended. When Finnegan had finally stopped talking most of the officers had left including Adrian showing their public displeasure with her words. In the end only a few curious citizens remained—none of them members of the police force. There are always pleasantries exchanged at the end of those types of meetings, but soon thereafter the other council members headed for their cars. Misty had remained in the mayor’s office for at least a half an hour after Mary Lawson had rolled out of the parking lot. A lone white GMC Yukon SUV remained parked under a lone parking lot light waiting for the mayor to occupy it.

The Finnegan’s were very wealthy—by far the wealthiest family in Fort Seven Mile. Rumors were that Misty’s husband Fletcher had won the lottery, but it had recently been revealed during a newspaper expose about Misty’s rise to power that neither of them had ever purchased a single lottery ticket in their lives. Their vast wealth had been created by her husband and his business dealings from a previous life—which was astonishing given his reputation as a simple grill cook at the popular hamburger restaurant, Republics. The couple owned a vast castle built on the outskirts of town which was the talk of every member of this rural Ohio farm community. Fort Seven Mile was considered a small town pretending to be a big city and was the battle ground between many modern controversies. But the most audacious of which was Misty’s strange husband—a supposed genius who chose to waste his time as a grill cook while his wife climbed the halls of power through politics.

There was much speculation that Misty’s flare for politics and rumored affair with Mayor Goodman was in her disapproval of her husband’s low social ambitions. For a beauty like her wanted to be seen and relished in the public light. Her wedding ring was a small little thing that showed poor taste in social delight—yet their home was certainly not part of any fashion trend ongoing anywhere in the country, let alone the world. The castle they lived in had now stood for over ten years and resembled a medieval structure that looked like a miniature version of a Crusader fortress. They held over two hundred acres yet performed almost no farming. The lifestyle within those fortress walls that Fletcher and his wife Misty conducted was the constant obsession of Adrian’s police officers. As public as Misty was, Fletcher was quite aloof and despondent toward social causes. Fellini could never remember a time that Misty was on the arm of her husband during a charity event or other political gathering deepening the mystery.

Perhaps her words in favor of Cliffhanger were that she fancied the bandit’s power. She obviously had an eye for strength and in the wake of Mayor Goodman’s life, who else could fill such an unquenchable appetite? Even the hired assassin personally brought in by police Chief Clyde and Mayor Goodman had found himself dead the night the water tower exploded. Mayor Goodman’s strange obsession with that water tower was quite another topic of speculation as strange electronic devices were found in the wreckage. But the big news story had been the hit man R.L Justice who had terrified Fellini during his brief visit. The giant hit-man ended up in the middle of the highway dead crushed by a tractor-trailer. Misty Finnegan just happened to be at the scene with her husband and their two young children. Another powerful man dead conveniently close to Misty Finnegan—there was a lot more to the young idealistic mayor than what she showed the public.

Chief Clyde had not been the same since the fight at the flooded river where most of the police officers of Fort Seven Mile had set a trap for Cliffhanger with the assassin and his personal assailants in command. Many body bags were filled that day including Mayor Goodman. Chief Clyde had been uncooperative and fearful since. Even when asked to be a part of this effort against the new mayor he refused—terrified that Cliffhanger might hunt him down in some way.

However there were three strong men—good long serving officers who were more than willing to take their batons to the skull of the dainty Mayor Finnegan. Four strong men against her would be too much as the back door opened into the parking lot and she emerged into the darkness. Adrian’s men remained concealed—they had done this type of thing before and knew how to behave. There would be no words of greeting to Finnegan, or warning. They would just overtake her and beat her into unconsciousness as quickly as possible making the whole thing look like a robbery. They wouldn’t try to kill her, but sometimes accidents happened. If she did die, there would be one less politician to deal with. On the upside there would be little future resistance from the public in providing pay increases to police officers when it wasn’t even safe for the mayor to walk to her car

Misty felt eyes bearing down upon her as she hastened her pace toward her SUV. She pulled out her keys and unlocked the doors even with a distance of thirty feet yet to travel. Evil was lurking somewhere in the shadows and the night was filled with warning—especially after all the police officers unceremoniously left the meeting without a word. Trouble was brewing and she suspected that many eyes watched from behind every window, every car, and every shadow. But she had been trained for this kind of thing and now was the time for it to reveal itself. Her role had changed and it was time to take the next step

Much to her fear, a rustle could be heard behind so she stopped and turned to face four assailants each with the police batons extended ready for action. She had just entered the light cast upon her vehicle from above by the lone light. She had almost made it, but there was no way to get to safety now. The heels she wore would not allow such swift action. She desired to run, to flee as fast as she could, but she remembered her training, and held strong. “I know that the face behind that mask is you Mr. Fellini. Your movement brings disrespect to your desire to conceal yourself.”

The body in the lead stopped and hovered with uncertainty.

“You don’t have to do this,” Misty warned as though a concerned mother. “You have not yet committed a crime.”

Three of the faces looked at the leader who stopped in their tracks with paralysis. “You know now that I cannot let you live,” Adrian muttered without even considering the words. “You have crossed the line and now there isn’t even deniability to mask these brutal necessities.”

“Mr. Fellini, if you do not put those weapons down, you may not live through the next two minutes,” Misty uttered with a frightening self-assurance.

For those who know my fiction writing, you can guess what happens next. For everyone else, you’ll be in for a treat. The action scenes such as what was in my Tail of the Dragon novel provides a good reference. Stay tuned for the rest of the story and the follow-up  chapter titled, “Latte Sipping Prostitutes,” coming soon.

Rich Hoffman

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The Curse of Fort Seven Mile: Cliffhanger returns in an epic new way

A few years ago I made mention that I was working on a new book titled The Trial of Fletcher Finnegan, and that it would be ready for public consumption in around 5 years. That is still a goal I am working toward. However, changes to the publishing industry and the general market place dictate a more entrepreneurial approach. My publisher for Tail of the Dragon went out of business last year leaving me without a means of distribution in a traditional sense and I had so many requests for an uploaded version which my publisher didn’t offer that it caused me to re-evaluate the situation. I have been and will always be a physical book type of person—however, the industry certainly has moved away from that supply model. So while I work on the various means of distribution for my past works and pave the way for the future endeavors I have found a much-needed bridge to test out the market and give fans what they really want. For me right now, and filled in my email box from most of the people who know me as either friends, family, or acquaintances they will be delighted to know that this new endeavor will be essentially book two of the Cliffhanger series titled, The Curse of Fort Seven Mile.

For several years—nearly a decade now I have had frequent requests to return to the events of Fort Seven Mile and the vigilante antics of Cliffhanger—which is what the Trial of Fletcher Finnegan is to be about. However, as I’ve outlined the story there is a very ripe period that can fill volumes of material all on its own. I have said for quite some time that this blog site are my personal notes for these future stories. I share them with the public because there are things today that people can learn from and help navigate their lives. However, putting those ideals into a story context is another matter and is what I am going to do with these new Cliffhanger stories.

The plan is to publish a chapter each week of these further Cliffhanger stories and make them available for digital upload. For readers here they will essentially get the material of this blog site integrated into a narrative that is exciting and fun. For instance the first chapter consists of a labor union president for the Fort Seven Mile police who after the tragic events from my first novel, The Symposium of Justice is seeking to increase the police budget for his members to the city council. Misty Finnegan is now the mayor after former Mayor Goodman was killed during his encounter with the vigilante Cliffhanger. Misty on the other hand had been working to place on city council a more conservative presence so that she can gain legislative control of the governing body away from the progressive liberals who had made enticing deals with the local labor unions. The union president despondent with Misty Finnagan’s resistance to throw money at the police union so that they can go out and capture Cliffhanger decides that the new mayor needs to be removed from office and plans her assassination. The rest of the story evolves from there and will feature the type of material I write about often with the pulpy antics I tend to elaborate on with great enthusiasm. I love to write action, so each of these chapters will of course end with a great climax of an action sequence that is the norm of my style of writing.

This ideal came from two sources. First it was a recent visit to the Apple Store in Kenwood, Ohio. I was quite impressed with the high level of interest people had for Apple Products. I realized what many other people within publishing had been telling me for years, that the traditional way of publishing was moving to digital uploads. But these new Apple type customers don’t necessarily want a huge 1,000,0000 word novel to upload onto their devices—which is what the Trial of Fletcher Finnegan is slated to be. It could possibly dwarf Atlas Shrugged as far as size and scope. Many of the Apple users want things quickly so they can move on to the next thing—essentially because they want to be able to use all the features of their device.   They want to do a little reading of something that inspires them, they want to listen to some music, text friends, update their online accounts and check out current events. To carry Cliffhanger into the 21st century, all these considerations have to be taken seriously. The other source actually came from a favorite writer of mine, Johnston McCulley who wrote the original Zorro story The Curse of Capistrano. The original Zorro stories were published in newspapers as separate chapters nearly 100 years ago to the day. Douglas Fairbanks would take those stories and make them into a motion picture called the Mark of Zorro. Then there were the various Republic serials shown in chapters for the Saturday matinee editions. All this led to the Disney television show which was what I grew up with. I loved that show and still do. Like many people who have not been consumed by progressivism and yearn for these traditional American stories, it quickly becomes evident that nobody else in the industry will do them, so the task falls on the present to find a way to create a new market where there is no other path. This is no different from the type of path Johnston McCulley faced in 1919 when all his individual chapters of Zorro provided to All-Story Weekly a novel.

These types of things usually take time to work through and only in hind-sight does a pattern emerge. McCulley’s first Zorro novel emerged in 1919, his second in 1922, the third in 1931, and the fourth in 1941. We tend to think of all this work happening at the same time, but essentially they took place over a twenty year span. The style of writing I enjoy most is a pulp brand popularized by McCulley and Lovecraft from this time period. However, my subject matter tends to lean in a conservative direction making modern-day publishers weary of my work. It’s not a conspiracy, if they thought they would make a lot of money, they’d jump on board in a minute. But they don’t often have patience to allow a story like Cliffhanger to develop as the story goes against the grain of the progressive types who currently run most of the entertainment industry for many of the reasons described in great detail at this site.

A third influence is actually two-fold which has driven me to attempt something new with the Cliffhanger character. A dinner I had over the summer with Gery Deer, then a few discussions I had with one of my son-in-laws indicated what an extreme hunger a public who generally has traditional values that used to be realized in American westerns, desired material that they could relate to. I would tell them the story about how publishers are going belly up left and right—specifically thinking of my experiences with Tail of the Dragon and they’d just sort of listen patiently hoping that I’d come up with something. Well, now I have and I intend to have some fun with it.

Readers of this new series will instantly recognize the type of themes I write about in this blog. As I have said, I use this forum as a kind of note pad. So it should come as no surprise. Chapter two for the new Cliffhanger series is already in process and features a chapter on homeschooling as a teacher’s union is the villain in that particular story. It is one thing to tell literal news stories like I do every day on this blog site. It is quite another to put that subject into the context of a story, which often has more communicative power than a literal translation. It is that kind of contextual ability that made Zorro so popular, but for the complicated times that we currently live in, a more updated hero needs to help flesh out the anxieties that we all live with each day. For that, Cliffhanger is a character that can take many of these traditional American concepts and let them play out in story form in the kind of doses that a modern audience can enjoy.

There will be more news on this endeavor over the next couple of weeks, but I am already writing the chapters and having fun with the characters. For my readers, it should be a lot of fun. And it will be an inventive way to reach new fans in ways that have not been done before. It’s fun to revisit the Cliffhanger character and I’m sure it will bring a smile to the many faces who for a decade have coaxed me to write book two of a story that touched their lives as a throwback to the kind of character that started all of modern entertainment—Zorro. It is only appropriate in these current times that a new character emerge to convey our modern concerns articulated with great fanfare in the upcoming Curse of Fort Seven Mile.

 

Rich Hoffman

www.OVERMANWARRIOR.com