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

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

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

The King of Erin and the Queen of the Lonesome Island

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who is he?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who are you? ” asked the captain.

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

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

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

“Would you like to go back?”

“I should indeed.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh! what has happened?” asked he.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, I cannot stay, I must go on.”

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

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

“I am sick; I cannot go farther.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now the second son of the queen of Erin said:

“I am too sick to go farther.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What am I to do now?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I did.”

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

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

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

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

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

Now the queen called the king again, and said:

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t know,” said the prince.

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

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

“You are the man.”

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

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

“The gardener,” said the queen of Erin.

Again the queen of Tubber Tintye said:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rich Hoffman

 www.OVERMANWARRIOR.com

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rich Hoffman

 www.OVERMANWARRIOR.com

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rich Hoffman

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rich Hoffman

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Kasich’s Medicaid Expansion in Ohio: Eating Sausage McMuffins with Egg and reading USA Today

A ritual I have which I have done for years is have breakfast at McDonald’s and read the USA Today over a Sausage McMuffin with Egg sandwich, a large Coke, and a hash brown.  I don’t do it every day, but often enough to call such an activity a ritual and way to touch base with a newspaper I have read since I was 15-years-old.  An article about Medicaid expansion roused my attention particularly since Ohio’s governor John Kasich bypassed the Republican legislature to expand the program under Obamacare’s Supreme Court ruling calling it a tax.  Kasich’s premise is that the money is there for Medicaid, and can be brought into the state for his benefit.  He thinks he’s doing a financially prudent thing, but he’s simply taking the cheese of the federal mousetrap set by Obama and his cronies.  For a governor who ran as a Tea Party candidate—Kasich was one of the first “traditional Republicans” exposed as a RINO after the 2010 elections—when the Tea Party put him into office—but lacked the courage to stick with the program.  The topic of Medicaid expansion in many states like Ohio and Michigan reminded me of a recent broadcast done by Matt Clark at WAAM radio in Ann Arbor.  He covered the lack of accountability recently in Washington and how the rules are often made up as they go—and the Medicaid issue is a perfect example of the shell game that often goes on in politics.  Kasich wants to make a run for President in 2016 and needs to distance himself from the Senate Bill 5 debate of 2011 where he took a hit with the public unions.  So he is targeting the poor to take away Democratic votes from any challengers in 2014 so he can get re-elected.  He is justifying the process by saying that he’s being fiscally smart—the money will be spent anyway—but he ignores that the money the government is dangling is part of the same $17 trillion that is already in deficit with the federal government and at the core of the whole problem.  Kasich by-passed his legislature to gain access to money the federal government doesn’t have so that he can run for president breaking every rule of checks and balances there is—the ends justify the means.  And he sells it as a benefit to taxpayers when the whole escapade is a validation of Obamacare which was shoved down America’s throats on a Christmas holiday way back in 2009—illicitly.  Later the Supreme Court said the maneuvers were valid as a tax increase, but that was not how the government sold Obamacare—and was deceitful—which is typical among all parties involved in the Medicaid exchange expansion at every level.  Have a listen to Matt Clark then check out the USA Today article.

http://www.usatoday.com/story/news/nation/2013/12/05/rejecting-medicaid-costs-states-more/3871811/

The way that USA Today article reads, states not accepting Medicaid expansion are “losing money” which is deceitful, because the federal government is borrowing the money anyway—there isn’t any money they are giving away generated from some legitimate source.  What the government is doing with Medicaid expansion in order to promote their Obamacare legislation is basically take participating states out to dinner and paying for it with a credit card that is way over their ability to pay the bill.  It’s easy to be generous with a $1000 meal when the borrower has no intention to pay off the food—ever.  The federal government has no incentive—or desire to pay back the money it is borrowing to expand Medicaid—and is only doing it to pull governors like Kasich away from his Republican base to throw money at a voting platform that typically wouldn’t vote for him.  Kasich is looking for voter replacements that he won’t have in cops, firefighters and Tea Party supporters in the poor—which the federal government also created, just as they control the public sector unions.

USA Today is a Gannett Company, the same outfit that runs the Cincinnati Enquirer—so they tend to lean toward progressive causes.  I have read that paper for many years so I can understand how the other side thinks about things and see how such scams are promoted within the ranks of big government supporters.  But I don’t trust blindly anything they say.  They almost always have a big government position on issues like Medicaid expansion and have for over the thirty years that I have read the paper at McDonald’s.  What they always fail to cover is where the money ultimately comes from in such schemes.  They sell the story like government makes the money that is given to Ohio—and never take the story to the next level of “why.”  That is where they and politicians looking to take advantage of the general public ignorance like Kasich are disingenuous to their readers and constituents.

Kasich these days is listening to his progressive, RINO friends—all big government people who are left over fossils from the 60s.  They believe that the exploitation of the poor can be beneficial since the money is being tossed out of the federal government through Obamacare anyway, so why not take some of it.  I have heard similar comments come from 700 WLW’s Bill Cunningham demanding that John Boehner bring home some federal money to build a new bridge on I-75 in Cincinnati.  The same type of people tend to be pro-casino hoping that gambling establishments can generate more taxable income on fools stupid enough to throw their money away on chance.  All their personal philosophies are built on foolish fiscal manipulations and deceit.  Behind Kasich’s efforts of Medicaid expansion his actions are ominous in his circumcision of the state legislature and serve the end result of validating Obamacare—allowing its tentacles of power to seep even deeper into American society—which was the plan behind the federal money to begin with.

The money coming from the Medicaid exchange in Ohio, Michigan and all states that set up such fiascos is stolen money from the future of America.  It doesn’t even exist since it was created under deficit conditions.  So it isn’t fiscally responsible to take it—nobody has lost anything except the future tax payers who must fund the deficit spending that allows Kasich to win votes from the poor in Ohio for his re-election.  For a guy who ran as a Tea Party candidate—Kasich has turned out to be a terrible statist—no different than Obama in legislative policy—by-passing his legislature and ruling from the governor’s seat like an emperor.  And the federal money he is taking to win his next election is stolen from the future with a government credit card that nobody has any intention of paying off—ever!  Yet USA Today isn’t worried about any of that so long as they get more Americans addicted to Obamacare until it is too big to repeal from some future legislative body.  USA Today is supposed to be the media which creates accountability—but since they are in bed with the Obama administration and applaud the actions of statists like John Kasich—the conditions Matt Clark brought up on his radio broadcast will continue.  Government is not accountable because the media is filled with activists for statism and is intent to create a society of second handers through their published work.

Well, the news as usual was bad in USA Today—but that’s nothing new.  However, for me the good news came from my Sausage McMuffin with Egg—now that is a damn good sandwich—I never tire of them.  I could eat them like candy—and in American culture it is a great privilege to be able to purchase such a breakfast with a USA Today and read news around the world for a short half hour ritual before a new day.  The sad thing is that the news is not as good as the food—it never is.  As fattening, and unhealthy as many will claim the Sausage McMuffin with Egg to be—it is a whole lot healthier than expanding Medicaid in Ohio, or the borrowing of looted federal money with the sole intention of spreading Obamacare deep into American society where a few power-hungry idiots willing to save their political futures take the bait like headless mice from a trap set by progressives intent to end American culture.  The Sausage McMuffin with Egg is a whole lot better for America than politicians like Obama and Kasich—and their power grabs at the exploitation of the poor, and children, and women that they are so intent to utilize to advance their fun house distortions of fiscal reality with smoke and distorted mirrors that can only hide reality for so long.  USA Today is not interested in that reality—only in the ends which justify the means—and to understand that, one must know what the organization of Socialist International is all about—which the Gannett Company is fully on board with.  CLICK HERE TO REVIEW.

The Art of the Businessman: Profit is the Academy Award of a job well done

Because of people like Bill Maher—who serves as a spokesman for progressive causes—many believe that “business” is inherently evil, vile, and selfish.  Business people are depicted on shows like Maher’s broadcasts as detrimental to the state of a human being.  Barack Obama has this impression of American business; school levy supporters in our local communities do as well, all of Hollywood projects this image too.  Look at how business was depicted in the film Avatar, or in Robocop—the villains are almost always business people.  I’m sure that’s not always the case—but I’ve seen a lot of movies, and I can’t think of a single instance of where business, and business people are depicted in a heroic circumstance except the Atlas Shrugged movies, or the old Fountainhead film.  Even the great movie Citizen Kane depicted the evils of American business as during the rise and fall of Kane from power—all he really wanted in life was his Rose Bud.  CLICK TO REVIEW.  The hatred for business is very obvious in Maher’s interview shown below where he had on Ron Paul to explain his brand of Repubicanism.

My wife dragged me out shopping over the weekend, which is really hard to do—and as we were leaving I watched some of the tributes to Nelson Mandela on television following his death at the age of 95 years old.  Mandela’s position on apartheid was a good one.  He is the modern version of Gandhi who through pacifism changed the direction of a nation.   He is the primary example of how one man can change a country.  However, Mandela was a communist, and it takes a lot more than making blacks and whites equal to make a country great.  Equality is just one aspect in a very large umbrella of things that must be done correctly for a country to thrive.  And South Africa is not thriving—it’s essentially a third world nation because socialism and communism have left the country with little to nothing in economic activity.  I was thinking about Mandela as my wife and I went shopping for Christmas.  It warms my heart to pull into a shopping complex and see thousands of cars packed into a parking lot trying to navigate a maze of other cars all looking for the same thing.  Communists will look at such a sight and declare that the consumerism of Christmas is evil—and vile.  But a capitalist like me sees people buying things for other people as gifts and somebody who made all these items benefits from the products offered in the exchange.  There are so many little things to buy and sell that the economic strength—the potential strength of America is on full display during Christmas.  I love the audacious displays of lights, I love the smell of food from the many restaurants, and I love the long lines and crowds trying to buy items for someone during December in America.  I love all this activity because they are all signs of economic stimulation—the products of somebody’s thinking mind realized in the form of a product.

When Chick-fil-A has a line around the drive through selling their chicken sandwiches, that restaurant chain is the direct result of Truett Cathy—a person I admire greatly.  I consider every one of his chicken sandwiches to be a miracle of modern capitalism.  I love them, I love eating at Chick-fil-A, I like the fresh flowers on the table, the supplier of the chicken, the lettuce that is always fresh, the juicy tomatoes, I love Chick-fil-A sandwiches and the quality they exhibit.  They are the result of Truett Cathy’s idea generated from his mind under the merits of capitalism.  I love book stores, I love Bed Bath and Beyond, I love Best Buy, I love J.C. Penny.  I love Target.  I love Chilis restaurant, I even love Charming Charlie’s.  I love seeing all these places slammed with business during the Holiday Season.

http://www.truettcathy.com/

Making money is not a dirty word.  In business it is like winning an Academy Award in the entertainment industry—it’s a sign of respect for a good job done.  Money is the exchange that brings value to the endeavor.  When a company makes money, it has won an award for doing a good job.  Walmart is often criticized for exploiting workers in China, and its tendency to drive down prices for consumers.  The Walton family is enviously looked upon as corporate greed in the worst extreme by jealous rivals—but the fact remains that Walmart’s success is the money they’ve made—it is the capitalist equivalent to a job well done.  And as for China, what jobs would be created in that communist country if not for exports to The United States?  Walmart’s success brings work to the people in China who need it.  Jobs are not created from trees, they have to actually arrive out of a thought that somebody has for bringing a product to market, and somebody has to be that market.  Walmart brings lots of products to market in a way that makes them affordable to the average person.

I see business as a creative enterprise, not as a stuffy old game full of meetings, flights to have meetings, and meetings to have meetings over lunch, dinner, and more excuses to have meetings.  This is often the result because the proper focus of the reason for business has become lost over time due to people like Bill Maher.  In business, engineers, architects, machinists, truck drivers and a host of other people from the top to the bottom have an opportunity to create something that had never existed before.  In business, the joy is not in making money—it is in the creation of a product.  Making money is the reward for doing it well—but it’s not the reason.  I love business because it’s a creative enterprise—it is the product of somebody’s mind.  Business is good—because it’s artistic in the purest sense of the word.  People like Maher see artists in people like Picasso and Shakespeare but those are only one kind of artist—the other kind are people like Steve Jobs, Richard Branson, Donald Trump, Truett Cathy, and many others who created somethings from nothings and made money as a reward for doing so.

The term “making money” is an American concept because under capitalism that’s what occurs when the product of a person’s mind generates an invention from nothing that is then bought and sold generating money (value) that wasn’t there before.  When I went out for Christmas shopping with my wife I saw a lot of people “making money” and it made me happy for them in a similar way that it makes me happy to see films get Academy Awards.  It is nice to see people succeed at things.  Businessmen who are good make money from nothing deserve respect not ridicule.  They bring about products that did not exist before and the world is better for it.  Patented designs, new ways to manufacture goods, streamlined production lines, are all aspects of American business that “make money.”  Making money is not bad—it’s good—it’s very, very good!

What nobody talked about during the death of Nelson Mandela was the fact that the former president was a communist which world leaders with their feet in the world of Socialist International are all well aware of.  Mandela showed that a communist leader could be a charismatic and likable person the world would cherish.  For global communists still hoping for a world united under the banner of progressivism, Mandela represented their hope that others will follow in his example.  But what a businessman sees about South Africa through their art of making money is a gross failure.  South Africa may have had fairness and equality among blacks and whites, but how were they making money?  Where are the latest cars coming out of South Africa?  What about airplanes?  What about food?  What about great literature?  What about soft drinks?  What about movies?  How about jet engine building technology?  What have the South Africans done under the communist leadership of Nelson Mandela—economically?  The answer is nothing—or next to it aside from some diamond exports.  South Africa like most other countries in the world who have failed to embrace capitalism fully, suffer because they do not make money—but instead wait for money to be given to them from somebody who has already made it.  Because they fail to understand this basic premise, they suffer needlessly and must live their lives as second-handers to the creative enterprise of business people who made the products they are seeking.  This relationship might cause anxiety, and jealously—but it doesn’t change the nature of the issue.  Fairness does not trump productivity when all things are considered.  Fairness is important to the human race, but not at the expense of economic activity.  When a country makes money—it helps more people as a direct result.  Fairness and equality does little good if everyone lives in a cardboard hut and is waiting for a food truck to arrive from a capitalist supporting economy to feed them.

The hatred that Bill Maher and his progressive kind share against business is just the kind of thing that destroys the essence of Christmas—not just the religious aspect of it—but the commercial which is uniquely American.   Economic activity is the sign of a healthy country, and it is good to see so much activity going on during the Christmas Season.  Business people are not villains, the way Maher has attempted to portray them.  They are artists whether they know it or not on the front of a creative enterprise—the art of making money which is validated as successful or not based on how much profit is generated from the effort.  Instead of being celebrated as the hope for mankind, they are vilified by progressives, communists, and socialists as impediments for equality.  But what those same progressives never reveal is that the only way the world can be truly equal is if everyone is equally poor—like they tend to be in places like South Africa.  Likely during the Holiday Season in South Africa there is as much activity in the entire country as there was at just the shopping complex I visited with my wife over the weekend.  The reason is clear, yet never discussed—because in America artists even make money as business people, whereas in South Africa they have to wait for someone to dig it out of the ground, or bring it to them on a boat.  And that is not the path to prosperity for any nation.  The cause of economic improvements………..growth, of closing the gap between rich and poor is not more regulation, but less with more artists in business to create new things that can be bought and sold.  Then and only then do more people prosper, thrive, and live.  Because economic stimulation comes directly from the creative enterprise of business, and the money they make for the benefit of everyone.  

Rich Hoffman

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The Hollywood Club of Progressives: John Stossel’s exploration into why entertainment is so politically left

Not all that long ago in the not so far away land of Los Angeles I gave Jennie Garth and her children a private bullwhip demonstration much to their delight and fanfare, when a question about George W. Bush’s presidency came up.  Jennie is the former star of Beverly Hills 90210 where she played Kelly Taylor.  She’s done other things, but she will always be known for her work on that popular Fox television broadcast during the early 90s.  The Bush question was related to the American policy in Afghanistan and was an invitation to “vet” me of my political beliefs—which I made very clear.  Prior to the discussion I was the star of the party—the “expert bullwhip handler” from Cincinnati, Ohio.  After the discussion people stayed politely distant as the politics in Hollywood is standardized to the far left.  Many actors and actresses like Jennie in one on one discussions agree with Midwestern logic—but in a town where projects are “green lit” based on political affiliation—stars wanting work, or to have the opportunity to appear on television and radio to promote their work must toe the line of liberalism with a religious-like fervor.  To say that one supports something that George W. Bush did as president is like saying that global warming is a myth, poor people became that way of their own making, or labor unions are filled with communist sympathizers—or that God is making baloney sandwiches for his many mistresses in the next incantation of Mt. Olympus called Heaven.  The statements may have truth to them or be completely rhetorical—but because they take on a religious quality—are taboo to even speak about in the light of day—especially for those who want to work in Hollywood and make the kind of money that only  that industry produces for essentially being paid spokesmen for progressive causes.  This was a very good topic that John Stossel recently covered in the following video segments.  The show was very excellent, very true—and paints a rather clear picture of the problem in Hollywood.  All these clips should be watched.

Ayn Rand warned of this infestation of Hollywood by communist insurgents in the 40s, 50s, and 60s with her Screen Guide for Motion Pictures that was put together with the support of people like John Wayne and Walt Disney.  CLICK HERE TO REVIEW.   These days nobody calls them communists primarily due to the McCarthy Hearings—but the new term is progressives.  If there is any doubt on the matter, read that Screen Guide written by Rand in 1947 and the situation becomes quite clear.  When I was visiting with Jennie it wasn’t out of desperation to work in the industry.  I personally love Hollywood and the filmmaking process—I love the art that has come to human culture through film—but I’m an old Hollywood kind of guy, a John Wayne, Errol Flynn, Douglas Fairbanks, Walt Disney type—not the new age of Hollywood that Jennie represents.  I was invited to the table of Hollywood a few times because of my talents—with the little show for Jennie Garth being the last time.  But the cost of that invite is to sit on your beliefs—like most actors do—and go with the flow like the paid mouthpiece that they really are as actors.

Actors are paid to say and do what shows up on a written page.  So it is not hard for them to become spokesmen for causes that are progressive when their paychecks depend on it.  It’s a game in Hollywood that the participant must be willing to play—and that deception ends up directly in the living rooms of nearly every American home through magazine tabloids, entertainment oriented television, or some other form of trivia.  I saw a day or two ago that Pam Anderson known for her platinum blond appearance and large breasts was now going to color her hair into a brunette.  This account actually made top news on Yahoo over stories like the impending budget crises in Washington, or the further failures of government health care.    That’s how powerful Hollywood is, and how it has the ability to shape our culture.

Stossel’s work on this issue was particularly good even for him.  I have watched Stossel’s reporting for years and used to watch 20/20 just to see his hard-hitting reporting.  This is a topic that affects nearly everyone in the world because of the power that Hollywood has over the human being with its trivia producing factory.  Some of that trivia I like, some of it I despise—and so do most actors—including Jennie Garth.  Away from the cameras and all the tabloid photographers who follow her everywhere—she is just a mom who watched my whip performance with the same bright-eyed wonder that most people experience when they see it.  Like me, she and her celebrity friends love old Hollywood and the romance of that era which is so wonderfully captured in Disney’s Hollywood Studios amusement park in Florida.  But they know what it takes to get projects off the ground in the modern Hollywood, so they usually keep their opinions to themselves and do a bit of acting to sell their projects to investors—and a hungry public.

When Stossel gave Harrison Ford a rough time for his rainforest public awareness piece as being hypocritical because the Indiana Jones star is a very dedicated pilot who has 7 airplanes of his own—in private Harrison Ford and Stossel are likely to have many more similar beliefs than opposite ones—Ford likely sees the hypocrisy when he lends his image to a “green friendly” cause—but he’s an actor and can justify it to himself by taking one of his big planes to get a hamburger just to even things out in his head.  There’s a reason Ford moved to Wyoming and built a ranch—it was to be away from the constant pressure to put on a mask for progressive causes and to actually relax—which is nearly impossible to do in Hollywood—where politicians seek desperately to have their photos taken with celebrities to bolster their image.  As a box office juggernaut even Ford has to play the game to get work in Hollywood, and for him a little rain forest message is no skin off his back if it keeps him on the invite list—because after all—who is against the rainforest?  Even developers are pro rainforest—because if they are all cut down—what will those people do for work.  Lumber companies tend to be some of the greatest conservationists—they actually replant trees so that twenty years from now they can cut them down again.  Trees actually grow; they are not a finite resource.  Plus they eat a lot of the emissions that are given off by Ford’s airplanes.  So it’s a win/win situation.

Stossel had some interesting ideas on why Hollywood was so liberal, and I think there is a lot of truth to them.  But he’s only scratching the surface on the cause.  Actors and actresses like Jennie Garth are paid to play someone else, so it isn’t difficult for them to put on their acting hat and take up a cause for the cameras when they are told to do so. They might say in private during bullwhip demonstrations away from cameras, producers, and money men what they really think, but when it’s time to act, they do—and in Hollywood it is progressive causes that keep actors and other entertainment professionals employed.  Rather, it is the labor unions that most entertainment professionals belong to which sets the standard of liberalism.  That is what an actress like Jessica Alba has in common with a machinist at Boeing in Seattle—they both belong to labor unions with a fundamental communist outlook at the world marketplace, and they will bend their belief system around the way they make money for themselves. Most machinists working at Boeing are solid blue-collar truck driving Americans—who love to watch Chuck Norris and Clint Eastwood films—of rugged independence.  But when it’s time for a union vote—they meet at the union hall and rant and rave about the inequities of management versus the worker—or otherwise the proletariat versus the bourgeoisie—the roots of the behavior are in communism imported into America through the labor unions—setting up shop in the entertainment industry just as Ayn Rand warned—who was a screenwriter herself working for Cecil B Demille prior to the infestation.

Communists wanted Hollywood as an obvious strategic platform to project their philosophy of global equality to the entire world—and they came through the back door of the labor unions.  The result is that people like Jennie Garth become the gate keepers of the next generation of Hollywood hopefuls.  After our get-together and my comments in support of George W. Bush the warm reception I had in Hollywood went cold quickly.  Flying into LAX the reception was warm, the dinners were frequent, and company was robust to say the least.  Civility ruled the day and the rest of my meeting was cordial—subtly so.  But when I left Los Angeles that time the car that picked me up at the hotel had nobody in it but the driver—unlike when I arrived.  I was treated well, but uneventfully dropped off outside the airport as promised—but nothing more.  When I arrived home, phone calls were no longer received, emails unanswered and the trail had gone cold on the projects we were working on.  A stunt coordinator who had introduced Jennie and I told me nearly two years later—“no offense—but you’re too much Cincinnati.  There’s a reason they call them ‘flyover’ states.”  It doesn’t matter that Steven Spielberg, Tom Cruise, and George Clooney are all from Cincinnati—what matters to Hollywood is that the Midwestern charisma is kept, but the acceptance of progressivism is advanced.  Failure to advance progressive causes means a failure to work—even for Steven Spielberg.  Spielberg would NEVER come out in favor of a future presidential candidate like Rand Paul, or even Ben Carson—because in so doing, the industry would turn on his projects and his reviews would be terrible.  He’d be blacklisted in a worse way—through the critical appraisal network which can cost a production company millions of box office take.  Just look at what happened to Jerry Bruckheimer after The Lone Ranger.  The safe bet is to stay tight-lipped and hope that people learn something from their films—such as in the movie Lincoln where it was obvious that Republicans worked on behalf of freeing slaves and Democrats wanted to continue the practice.  Spielberg did this film while trying to help Obama bolster his image with private advice.

Shortly after that incident I decided to start this blog because I figured that as things were, I wouldn’t do any work for Hollywood anyway—at least during this progressive era.  So I might as well be unique and make my opinions about things known.  I knew it would cause me to become blacklisted in certain business and entertainment circles, but so what.  I have other things I’m good at in life, and I can use those things to make money—I don’t have to dance in a monkey suit for progressive causes just so my projects can get funding—which is all the liberalism in Hollywood is really about.  The labor unions keep progressivism alive for the benefit of the communist roots that was injected into Hollywood prior to the start of World War II.  And it is those labor unions which keep Hollywood radicalized and liberal for the benefit of Socialist International and other global organizations intent to finish the spread of global communism to every nation on earth.  It is because of that game that even mentioning George W. Bush in Hollywood is a dangerous thing to do, but to speak about Nelson Mandela—the great pacifist of South Africa—and communist—will lead to bottles of wine, and escorts back to the airport—and returned phone calls even if a person lives in Ohio.  Often people—especially actors—shape their opinions about things not around their actual beliefs—but in what fills their bellies, and pays their bills.  And in Hollywood where the opportunity to make millions of dollars with lifelong security is at stake—many people will alter their personal beliefs for the trade of financial security—99.999999999999999% of the time—I just happen to be one of the .000000000000001 who won’t.

Rich Hoffman

 www.OVERMANWARRIOR.com

 

Fairfield City Schools Ignores Voters: A new form of slavery through public education

The excessive arrogance and result of the public education monopoly can best be summed up with the Fairfield City Schools bond issue which just failed recently in the November 2013 election.  The vote was close, but after a recount it held and the tax increase was defeated.  But the school simply declared that they would put the issue on another ballot six months later in May of 2014, when fewer people were thinking about elections.  Their not so subtle message to the tax payers of Fairfield City Schools is that they can get their money from the tax payers, and will eventually no matter how many times they must put the issue on the ballot.  State run schools like Fairfield, Lakota, and Little Miami operate as a monopoly so tax payers have no choice but to put up with the antics—and lack of respect that these administrations have for the communities they reside in.  In the case of Fairfield—“they” want new school buildings and have already made plans for the money they don’t yet have.  

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The school district was pushing a 2.62-mill bond issue so it could move forward with construction plans on those buildings.  The bond issue was designed to pull $19 million from the state of Ohio to help with construction of new schools. The bond issue was intended to generate $61 million for the project.  Most of the media covering the issue simply covers the symptom of the problem, but avoids the problem because of the controversial nature of doing so.  The 61 million pound elephant in the room is the source of that controversy—that voters turned down the tax, the “state” is ignoring those results and is imposing upon the residents of Fairfield another vote—then another—then another—then another until it passes.  This happens because Fairfield City Schools is a government monopoly no different from a license bureau, the IRS, the NSA, or the Executive Branch in WashingtonD.C.  The State acknowledges that the administration at Fairfield wants new school buildings, so the government monopoly has set up a system to implement the acquisition of the needed funds by hook or crook. One way or another—the voters will be defeated eventually and the school will gain the ability to rob their desired money from the community they reside in—by legal means ordained by the “STATE.”

http://www.wcpo.com/news/local-news/hamilton-county/fairfield/recount-starts-tuesday-in-fairfield-school-bond-vote

Channel 9 at least covers the stories.  If they hit any harder they would be black listed by the institutions in covering the feel good stories that make people happy—and view the local news, like the story of the Lakota band performing in the Macy’s Parade on Thanksgiving.  Or the Fairfield football games which tend to unite a community behind the common cause of public education.  It is too difficult for them to do a report about how the schools are using the poor children as public relations chess pieces for the ultimate goal of raising taxes and imposing themselves upon the communities that are forced through monopoly rule to support them.  The implications of such admissions require courage, and a change in how society educates its children—and nobody is ready to deal with that. So the crimes continue to be committed, and voters are ignored, abused, and disrespected in every way possible.

For Fairfield schools to propose before the official count was even final from the previous election that they will pursue another tax increase in May of 2014 is an arrogance that can only come out of a monopoly that views the tax payers as their personal slaves.  There is no gentler way to put the issue.  It’s not slavery in the classic sense with plantation owners and human beings placed in literal chains—but the same basic ideal is at play here—property owners are chained to inefficient government schools by law, and beaten financially not with whips—but elections until the product of their labor is forcefully confiscated for the benefit of the State.  The tax payers who voted NO in the last election—will be ignored and forced to the voting booth until they give up—which is no different from beating another human being with a whip on a plantation until they comply to the master holding the whip.  If any reporters reading this disagree—explain the difference other than the typical progressive framing of the slavery argument to advance discrepancies of race relations.  Slavery isn’t about the color of a human being’s skin—it’s about what kind of shackles control the behavior of other human beings.  In the classic case it was actual shackles—in the modern sense it is virtual ones—those owned by banks, politics, and the collective will of democracy.

Is it any wonder that voter turn out is so low?  People see how the game is played.  During the last Lakota election, it was a numbers game.  No Lakota Levy had defeated three previous attempts, but eventually people just stopped showing up.  Most people figured—“what the heck.  If we vote it down, they’ll just come back in May with another attempt—or August, or next November.  They’ll never stop until we give them the money—so why even show up to vote?”

That is exactly what the “State” wants people to feel.  “They” want their subservients—the tax payer—to know their place—to know that the beatings will come until they submit because there is no place else for them to go.  If Fairfield residents decide to move from their homes to Lakota, Mt Healthy, Mason, Lebanon or anywhere in Ohio, they will be greeted with the same oppressive system of public school financing—the same limited choices—and the same beat downs during every election.  So the only option available to tax payers is to submit to the authority of the State and the whims of the school board backed by radical unionized government employees.

If it’s not slavery—then what is it?  What better way is there to describe such a system?  There isn’t one, and the mainstream media really doesn’t have an answer to the problem either.  Since children are used as extortion pieces, the media compromises and focuses on the feel good aspects of public education instead of the root of the problem which is the slave-like relationship the tax payer has with public schools like Fairfield.  The intention of an election is to let the majority determine the shape of their community through a democracy.  When the tax payers voted NO on the 2013 levy, they indicated that they rejected the proposed 2.62-mill bond issue.  They decided through an election that they did not want new school buildings.  Yet, Fairfield, since they didn’t get the money decided that they’d simply put the issue on the ballot a few months later and try again rather than revise their plans.  The will of the voter was ignored and the State backed school imposed themselves upon those tax payers with the gentle reminder that the tax payer works for the school; it is not the school that works for the tax payer.  The relationship is one of slavery where the tax payer is forced to provide the effort of their labor to the school regardless of whether they want to or not.  When a vote is ignored—which is what is happening—the indication from Fairfield and the state of Ohio which supports that public institution is that the institution is the master—as the tax payer is the subservient.  There is no other way to view the situation.  It’s as bad as it sounds because the literal meaning of elections that are manipulated or ignored is that the State is in charge of every life that feeds it—and that relationship is best explained as a master living off the effort of its slaves.   Everyone who pretends otherwise is helping the system continue to abuse the people suffering under the tyranny of injustice known throughout the public education industry monopoly represented here by Fairfield City Schools.

Rich Hoffman

 www.OVERMANWARRIOR.com

 

The American Romeikes: If only the United States Supreme Court will protect them

State run schools have proven to be detrimental to the human psyche and should be abolished as a form of education.  Yet in the world today, it is the most dominant forms of education there is.  The danger in them is not so much the quality of the teachers, the pay, or even the aspects of volunteerism they tend to use as a mask for their real activity within communities—but it is what they teach.  There was a reason that China sought a partnership exchange program with Lakota schools in my local community.  CLICK FOR REVIEW (Read the comments of Dean Hume from the Spark Magazine on that article, and the situation becomes extremely clear).  The reason is that both country’s schools are run by state government—China is a communist country, Lakota is a state-run school in freedom loving Ohio within The United States, but both education institutions teach essentially the same type of thing to students—submission to the state and the authority that constitutes government structure.

The Romeikes, a German family who are devout Christians, alarmed about what their children were learning in German schools decided to come to the U.S. to homeschool their kids. In Germany, homeschooling is illegal, so the family was granted asylum in the United States during 2010. But the former teacher and labor union supporter President Obama and his administration of doom decided to appeal that ruling and the family lost their protection.  The case marks a remarkable move by a sitting American president—a direct attack upon a family that represents most of the type of people who settled America as immigrants in the first place for the same reasons—in an attempt to flee the destruction of their hopes and dreams for their children.  Obama does not care about the many illegal aliens coming into America and the crimes they generate, or their trend to become attached to government subsidy, and other destructive byproducts—but he took the time to single out a family that wanted to flee Germany to homeschool their children in The United States.  To even latte sipping prostitutes, school levy supporters, and mild-mannered progressives—this should send out alarm bells.

The Romeikes could lose custody of their kids if they go back to Germany because of the Obama administration. Thankfully the U.S. Supreme Court has decided to take up the case as the Obama administration was quick to declare that the Romeikes are not eligible for protection in America because homeschoolers are not recognized as a social group eligible for protection.  This Romeikes case has within it the heart of most of America’s modern problems—that individuals are not recognized by government as relevant—only groups of people—and that is fundamentally wrong, misguided, and destructive to everything it means to be an American.  The Romeikes under the American Constitution through granting asylum should have more power or at least equal power to the SEIU or AFL-CIO unions, but the argument that White House lawyers are making in defense of government schools all over the world is that the Romeikes are required to yield to the collective opinion of the masses, because they are not affiliated with a group.

http://www.foxnews.com/on-air/special-report-bret-baier/2013/12/03/all-star-panel-german-familys-fight-homeshool-kids-us

This is why public schools are vile temples of terror as they encourage collective submission to democracies ran by idiots—instead of instructing the value of individuals to take charge of their own lives for the betterment of entire civilizations—public schools teach subservience, collective welfare, and yielding to authority—not American traits.  It is not enough to drop a child off at school and hope they learn something—because often what they are learning is vile, evil, and disgusting by the standards of people who still have them.

Most reading this are the products of public education.  There are surely good memories associated with the experience of their “school days” and bad ones.  When I was a kid there was a song that was pretty new called “School’s Out For The Summer” or something to that effect by Alice Cooper.  I used to play that music so loud that we had to roll down the windows to keep from blowing out our eardrums when my friends rode in the car with me.  I specifically remember a time on the last day of school at Lakota when I realized that I was free of that place for an entire summer—I had a car, a job, and a whole future ahead of me, and I was traveling 110 MPH down the Old Beckett road which is now Union Center Blvd with that song roaring at full blast.  The residents up on Beckett Ridge could hear the music coming from my car out of the valley nearly as clearly as I could inside my car.  It was one of the best moments of my life—a small wink of time when things are totally clear to the conscious thoughts of the waking world.  I know why I was so happy, and why I was driving so fast.  I hated school—I hated every bleeding moment of it—I hated the smell, the look of the buildings, the teachers, the authority figures—I hated everything about it.  I knew even at my tender high school age that the place and what the teachers were teaching were things I didn’t want to know.  They were teaching me to be dependent when all I wanted out of life was independence.  The music, the speed, the lifestyle I was living was all about independence and it felt good to break the speed limit, and the social norm for music levels to celebrate being free of that dreadful place—a palace of shackles to limit imagination and hinder intellectual growth.  They teach you in school what to think—not how to think.  There is a tremendous difference.

Some of the worst arguments I’ve ever had with family members outside of my marriage was when my wife declared that she was going to homeschool our children because of a disagreement we had with Mason schools when they wanted to teach sex education to my fourth grade daughter.  Of course they sent home a release form, which we rejected, and the black listing began.  We were expected to sign the form without question and when we didn’t, trouble erupted.  My wife used to volunteer at Mason schools and was loved by the principles, the administration and all the teachers—until she said no to the sex education.  Things likely got out of hand because the school employees saw my wife as one of “them” and expected her to fall in line behind the collective.  Well, for people who think I’m an “individualist” they have not met my wife.  She once quit her first day at McDonald’s as a teenage girl because they told her where to stand at the front counter.  Not a good idea to give her any kind of—“instruction.”  She does what she wants, when she wants to do it—to this very day, to this very hour, to this very minute.  She wasn’t welcome in the school as a volunteer anymore; she was harassed by known student drug dealers who came to our home to harass her and my daughters while I was gone to work.  The fire department began following her around everywhere to the grocery store, post office, and especially the bank.  They’d get in line in front of her and behind her and talk about “bitches that just wouldn’t play along” and had nothing to do all day long but “be neurotic,” a shot at her for being a housewife in the traditional sense.  They never addressed her directly, just talked around her, about her situation avoiding any direct threat or legal implication.  The unions had coordinated the harassment through their network of compliant parasites all trained in public education to just do what they were told, and they were told to harass my wife for not allowing our daughter to be taught to put a condom onto a dildo in the fourth grade.  The Mason police department gave us personally 50,000 reasons to despise them with their continuous harassment that went on for two years.  The situation was so bad I approached the mayor of Mason at the time for relief, but none came.  Instead of complying with the pressure we withdrew our kids from school and taught them ourselves to an onslaught of pressure from family members who thought we were crazy for trying—and unqualified.

My kids learned more in this period of time than all the years up to that point, or in the years after. We were teaching them things in the fourth grade that no school would even think of—such as why the earth had an elliptical orbit around the sun and why Edger Allen Poe was so much better of a writer than the modern-day John Grisham.  I was able to teach my kids during this period about literal pornography and intellectual pornography which is what they would see at the grocery story at the check out lines with all the magazine headlines selling sex, panic, and weight lose—which obviously wasn’t working very well for most people.  This period of homeschool benefited my children in such obvious ways that it was clear that there were some very bad things going on in public school evident by the differences instantly noticed.  Public schools like Mason, and the school my children graduated from at Lakota was destroying the process of thinking, but they sold themselves to the public as institutions of thinking—and clearly were doing the opposite. They were teaching non-thinking—they were teaching compliance to authority—and nothing more.  My children returned to public school for a few years but ended up graduating nearly two years early by taking online classes condensing their junior and senior years together.  They couldn’t wait to leave a brick and mortar school for the same reasons that I drove 110 MPH down Beckett Road on the last day of school playing rock music.  While both my children had their graduation ceremonies conducted by Lakota—they were in Europe learning how the world really worked—already living their lives years in maturity ahead of their classmates—which is still true.

The Romeikes know the same thing, and I feel sympathy for their struggle.  I know how hard the system comes down on people who do not comply because I’ve experienced it first hand.  I agreed to leave Mason by my wife’s request.  We sold our home for a nice profit and moved to something better in the district I grew up in of Liberty Township.  My agreement with her was that since we bought some property that gave me elbow room, I would not leave again.  The next time I went to war with the police, the firefighters, and the teachers like I did in Mason, I would not retreat—ever.  When they came for blood like they did in Mason, I’d hang them by their feet in the trees around our home like Christmas decorations, and that has been the standing policy for the last 15 years.  In my twenties I wasn’t sure what I could and couldn’t do when the highest authority in town was questioned.  In my thirties I figured it out.  The secret that nobody talks about is that there is a major offensive advocated by the education industry to process the minds of the human race into a kind of gravy that can be spread over their social reforms.  They hate individuality with a passion and are at war with logic.  The antics written about here centering on the Lakota levy are nothing compared to what my wife and I went through in Mason after we decided to homeschool our children to save them from premature sex education classes.

The Supreme Court has an obligation to stand up for the Romeikes.  They are the kind of family that made America unique—and I want those kinds of people as neighbors—even friends.  I want to see those people at the grocery store, and at a park. I want to pass them at the gas pump.  They look to be good people who should be free of tyranny and have the right to turn on the lights of their children’s minds away from the shackles of state-run schools in Germany which these days are virtually identical to Lakota, or Beijing, China.  They are all state-run schools advocating compliance to authority—and are menaces to human thought.  The Obama administration is doing to the Romeikes much the same as what the union brothers of the fire department and police departments of Mason did to my wife and me, only on a larger scale.  The international trade unions after all look out for each other and they see anybody who posses a threat to their hive collective to be dangerous—and in need of attack—ruthless attack with no mercy or recognition for the individuals involved.  For the Romeikes the only chance they have to keep their children free of a state-run education is The United States Supreme Court.  But now because of Obama and his administration of left-wing radicals dangling by the puppet strings of labor unions—the Romeikes may not even be able to keep their family together.  The Supreme Court will not only decide whether or not the Romeikes can free their children of a tyrannical public education, but whether or not they can even stay a family—which we all know is the ultimate goal of progressivism—the destruction of the family unit.  It will be interesting to discover how the Supreme Court rules.  There is a lot at stake for not just the Romeikes—but for all of us because that ruling will set a course that not only America will follow, but the world.

Rich Hoffman

 www.OVERMANWARRIOR.com

 

The Wonders of Jeff Bezos: How the FFA and other federal agencies hold back the world

What I enjoy most about playing the Star Wars: The Old Republic MMO game online is that the environment is so vibrant.  There are interesting robots co-existing with many life forms freely, flying drone droids, and interstellar flight between planets that a player can embark on.  The worlds and their options are full of cool new technology, and wonderful concepts that point to the kind of world we could have in America under open capitalism.  As I watched the Sunday news over this past weekend displaying the pro Street Car people in Cincinnati struggling to keep that old technology of public transport viable, I couldn’t help but think how ignorant, and backward it was.  Street cars were the premier form of transportation when few people had personal cars, and electricity had just been invented—at the start of the progressive era.  For progressives, the Street Car is the symbol of their movement’s beginnings, and the love of that era resides exclusively in such sentimentally.  Nearly at the same time that the nightly news was running the Cincinnati Street Car story CEO Jeff Bezos from Amazon.com was dropping a bomb on 60 Minutes showing the future of package delivery, a personal drone that can deliver packages directly to the doorstep of a residence with the simple click of a button.

http://www.theblaze.com/stories/2013/12/01/how-amazon-aims-to-revolutionize-old-school-package-delivery-one-drone-at-a-time/

Bezos is correct when he stated to 60 Minutes that the biggest hindrance to the new delivery service is not technology, but the government through the FFA.  It will be the government which will hold back Amazon’s newest innovation, not the process of innovation itself.  But this is an old story.  The government wants street cars which take them back to the start of their political power—the progressive era of Teddy Roosevelt and Woodrow Wilson.  Government could have never created the kind of delivery system that Jeff Bezos did.  If not for Bezos the United Postal Service would still be hand sorting most of their mail the old fashion way paid for by a stamp.  Because of Bezos I can order just about any book I desire ever printed in the world and have it delivered to my doorstep within two days—and that is a tremendous gift.

Most of the purchases I make regarding entertainment come from Amazon.com.  I prefer to see the packages arrive on my door step as opposed to the pain in the ass of driving to get things at an actual store.  I love brick and mortar stores, but when it comes to making a purchase, I rarely ever buy something from an actual store.  It is purchased on Amazon.com because of the options they offer, reliability of service, and the convenience of the whole process.  With this new proposal of Amazon Prime Air if I need something that Amazon.com has in their inventory, especially business related items like toner cartridges, circuit boards, or even ram memory, I could click on the Prime Air delivery method and have that item delivered to my place of business within 30 minutes and that is a huge.  That is less time than it takes to drive to Staples and back if an IT type of situation arises during the business day.

Of course those in government don’t understand why anybody would want to be in such a hurry.  They think people should wait a few more hours to ride a street car as opposed to driving a car, that flying by air should take two hours of prep time before the flight because of the TSA for “safety,” and that the old postage service ran by the government should continue to be subsidized when UPS and FedEx are so much better—and more reliable.  Government doesn’t care about speed because their paychecks don’t depend on it.  Government wages are stolen from tax payers often against their will—so there won’t be much sympathy from the FFA over Amazon’s new proposal.  Look for the warning videos coming out by the government admonitions about the Amazon bots running into little children and cutting them into thousands of pieces, or drones falling out of the sky and damaging property–the federal government does not want Amazon shipping packages in such an innovative fashion.  Individual employees working for government of course will, but the general philosophy of government does not.

For twenty years I have been swearing by Paul Moller’s M400 Skycar which does exactly the same thing as the Amazon Drones, except they haul people instead of packages.  Moller is about 70 years ahead of himself as society has not been ready for his invention.  It will take years of science fiction–video games, novels, television entertainment and an older generation of old foggies who want stupid street cars and concrete highways to die off so that inventions like personal flying transportation can mature into the main stream.  CLICK TO REVIEW.  That’s why I play video games instead of spending my spare time in the real world—because the real world is too slow for me.  I don’t want the restrictions of what the FFA offers, or anything else coming out of government.  The propellers on the Amazon drones are only as dangerous as the little toy helicopters that kids can fly inside a house and could hit a human being at full speed and have no impact on their skin.  But the FFA will surely use the exposed propellers as an area of concern hindering Amazon’s implementation of their plan.

The one variable in this whole endeavor is Jeff Bezos himself.  I’m a fan to say the least.  He is the kind of person who carries the world on his back in the classic Atlas way.  He is an innovator and a wonderful example of a generally good person.  He’s charitable on his own accord, and he’s a capitalist—he’s a class act and the kind of person every American should strive to be.  He is smart to not attack the government directly.  He handled the 60 Minute interview wonderfully placing his ideals out to the public in the way that Walt Disney used to—with epic fashion.  I enjoy 60 Minutes as a group of good reporters who do generally honest work, but I don’t normally watch them as I’m usually too busy.  But after the epic Bronco game versus Kansas City, I gave it a chance because of the Bezos story, and I’m glad I did.  It might have been one of the most important news broadcasts I will see in my life time because of what such a revelation means.

Folks, I have told you here at Overmanwarrior’s Wisdom about cures for cancer, I have told you about regenerative growth for tissue, I have told you about all 11 dimensions known to physics, and the potential of personal air transportation on a larger scale, and now here are these Amazon Drones, a reality today only hindered by government regulation.  I have told you as recently as two days ago about the potential of Zero-point energy—which means free electricity for everyone—everywhere.  I have told you about the benefits of Thorium power and a host of many other topics.  I have also railed against public education, colleges, and politics with a fury because it is those things which stand in the way of mankind having the kind of inventions that Bezos is proposing.  Government is not trying to help society, it is killing it.  Bezos can’t say such things because he’s a billionaire and the IRS and many other regulatory agencies would crack down on Amazon.com faster than lightning during a summer storm if he did.   The way people like Bezos keep the looters at bay is to put money in their pockets and shut them up—which is a dirty little secret nobody wants to discuss in the light of day.

Meanwhile, as I wait for all the progressive looters of government to die off, and or run out of money—I’ll just continue playing The Old Republic where I can have all those things right now in a fantasy environment online.  When I play those games I don’t have to wait for the FFA to decide after 10 years of deliberation that the Bezos concept for Amazon is “safe” enough, because by then the propeller technology they are using today will be outdated in favor of something else—something even more reliable—like anti-gravity demonstrated through The Hutchinson Effect.  My anger at government is that they are just too damn stupid, and too limited in their thinking.  They are slow, lazy, and have the intellect of infants without the initiative to learn.   They are slugs to innovation and keep the world from being what it could be as decided by the free market.

Amazon.com led by Jeff Bezos is one of the most successful companies in the world and is a creation of American ingenuity.  It wasn’t invented in Russia, China, Japan, or any country in Europe.  It is the by-product of innovation, capital, and will-power that rose to influence quicker than government knew how to stop it—or rob it blind.  Because of who they are, and what they represent to every human being on planet earth, and their political neutrality, they have the best chance of getting their drone program through the FFA.  The Amazon Drones are the gateway to the future, and it was delivered to America’s doorstep on 60 Minutes to the eyes of the entire world.  Soon, with a lot of effort behind Bezos and many millions of dollars of money thrown at stuffy politicians and government looters, Bezos has the best shot at making something actually happen which is very, very exciting.  But what he is doing for Amazon.com now is something that a country functioning from pure capitalism would have already had twenty years ago, and something that the FFA will surely hold up for another ten—for no other reason but their own stupidity.

Rich Hoffman

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