The Wonderful Work of English Heritage at Stonehenge: Looking 8000 years into the past at a truly global culture

I am a hundred percent sure that when Saint Brendan’s mythic stories were told about sailing across the Atlantic into Canada around 512 AD—1000 years before Christopher Columbus—that the trade routes into the New World were already many thousands of years old. Saint Brendan was only one of the more recent visitors and I was able to confirm this by visiting the fabled wonder of the world—Stonehenge. I’ve read and watched many documentaries about Stonehenge and the extremely mysterious earthworks all over the Salisbury Plain all the way up to Avebury including the famous Uffington White Horse and I’ve had my suspicions. I knew there were mounds similar to what are in my home town of Ohio which are generally attributed to the Adena and Hopewell Indians—but upon arriving at the vast and newly refurbished Stonehenge Heritage site, it was clear beyond a reasonable doubt that the same culture of people who built the earthworks at Stonehenge were the same who built them in Ohio and the surrounding area within the United States meaning that there was trade and communication between Europe and America many thousands of years before modern times. The evidence was extremely overwhelming. As I stood at Stonehenge and looked 360 degrees in every direction I could see mound earthworks which all looked like those found in Fort Ancient, in Ohio. And 20 miles north in Avebury was the Silbury Hill which was an even larger version of the Miamisburg Mound that I’ve spoken so much about. At Stonehenge the great novel, Finnegan’s Wake came to life before my eyes as science merged with myth to confirm a reality that was all too distressing for the human race.

Before continuing, let me report something very positive. As much as my visit to The Louvre in Paris was extremely disappointing, the visit to the new Heritage Vistor’s Center at Stonehenge was completely positive in every way. I continue to be extremely impressed with the Heritage people within the United Kingdom. My membership with them is something that I will always treasure. Everywhere I have gone from the Saint Augustine’s Abby, to Dover Castle, Old Sarum and several other sites, they always have a good staff on hand to promote the Heritage work and the featured site. Most notably was the Old Sarum location just about 6 or 7 miles South of Stonehenge—which I will talk about in another article extensively because it was actually my target for exploration—not Stonehenge, and was absolutely spectacular. That site was relatively remote yet the Heritage staff had a very nice acquaintance area with drinks, books, and even restrooms far better than The Louvre. It was something to step across a long bridge over a deep ravine to come out on the other side and have a cozy little shed with the Heritage staff inside to get you off the windswept plains surrounding the magnificent monument. But Stonehenge is kind of the capital monument for the Heritage team and the one that has received all the press over the years—so everyone knows it—and what those fine people did there was simply amazing.

The big improvement is that the road that used to run immediately through Stonehenge had been removed and replaced with an almost amusement park like setting with the visitor’s center over a mile away from the ancient ruins. In year’s past the viewing area for the megaliths were out near the concentric circle which has always surrounded the temple area. However, not anymore. Under the English Heritage leadership the viewing area now takes you right up next to the site without destroying the ground under foot. And by moving the visitor’s center way down the road they have separated the incoming tourist traffic with the sacredness of analysis at the actual site. I thought it was just brilliant because really for the first time you could stand in the middle of what used to be a modern public road and look out all around at the region and that’s where all the mounds surrounding Stonehenge were extremely obvious—more so than in any documentary that I’ve ever seen on the subject. There were hundreds of them, all like those at Fort Ancient, Ohio in size and technique. These two cultures knew of each other and practiced similar mythic rituals—and that was no prehistoric accident.

I photographed extensively, but all the earthworks around Stonehenge are just too massive to capture properly, only the human eye can put a scale to it properly. Much to my surprise archaeologists are now beginning to relax their apprehension to some of the extreme dates around Stonehenge—going back over 8000 years to some of the features—which is a whole new chapter on understanding human development particularly regarding the Stonehenge Cursus which is a very long runway type of earth feature that is over two miles long and 420 feet wide clearly meant to be seen from the sky at very high altitude. On the ground it is nearly invisible, but it is so large and vast, that only from very high up can it really be seen. It is every bit as mysterious as a Nazca line in Peru. It would have been quite majestic to the ancient world and was a sign that a very ancient people knew how to make very straight lines over many miles from the vantage point of the ground which is not easy to do. The way that the Heritage group was able to remove the road through the Stonehenge site allowed really for the first time a proper analysis of the entire area under modern scrutiny. It’s one thing to look at some big rocks on the side of the road back when nearby Amesbury was being built 50 years ago and put all the emphasis on the stones. But it is the surrounding mounds and earthworks that really tell the story—or begin to—which required someone to take the leadership to protect—which is what the English Heritage, the group, has been able to do over the last 10 years.

On the business side, Stonehenge was making a killing on a Sunday afternoon at the end of February. They had a fabulously large café with many people working the cash registers. The gift shop was enormous and filled with people. They had a great museum, not large, but effective. And they had great bathrooms for an entertainment destination in a remote part of England, out on the edge of the western plains an hour outside of London. It was cold outside and very wet, and breezy and the various commercial enterprises allowed for people to get out of the cold, which is actually a problem all through the year. The style of the visitors center itself reminded me of the Space Port in New Mexico—meant to look integrated with the surrounding hillsides and unobtrusive. From the parking lot my son-in-law thought the whole complex was a shack because it looked like a partially constructed giant barn of some kind with a very flat and waving roof. But that was on purpose to fuse modern and ancient styles together into a unique work of art which was highly functional—and smart. The complete opposite of The Louvre which is a place that had a lot more to work with, but lazily passed on the opportunity. The English Heritage folks had made the most out of almost nothing and what they brought to the exhibit of Stonehenge was something that would have been at home at Disney World’s Epcot Center. Making money helps preserve and uncover history and it is just so wonderful that at least in England they have the English Heritage people who are merging capitalism with historic preservation and unleashing the discoveries of the past at a record pace. Put money into science and guess what, you get productivity.

But the most important aspect of Stonehenge which is now undeniable is the story around it—the vast complex of ancient earthworks that obviously migrated into North American and likely many other sites around the world. With all the criticism of western conquests and imperialism which we hear so much about in politics, if not for those attributes of an advanced civilization imposing itself on inferior ones—we wouldn’t have things like Stonehenge, and the British Museum. If not for William the Conqueror making a mountaintop fortress out of Old Sarum to the south of Stonehenge, likely someone would have farmed up the ground and destroyed many of the earthworks which are still raw on the surface of the land. But under the civilized guidance of England’s national superiority which expanded into a massive empire of its own eventually, such treasures would not be protected from the Vico cycle of terror that often comes when civilization moves from democracy, anarchy then back to theology. It was England’s global superiority that has preserved Stonehenge for us all to see today. Likely there were similar sites in China, Russia, all over the Middle East, and in North and South America—but the chaos of politics and land grabs have prevented adequate archaeology—which continues at Stonehenge. That makes the English Heritage work to my mind one of the most important on planet earth because there at the site of Stonehenge is a glimpse into mankind’s real past which holds truths we are only beginning to admit to ourselves. Because the big mystery is not why such an ancient people went to the trouble to move such large rocks from over 200 miles away to arrange them in the fashion they did at Stonehenge—it’s how they came to know how and why to do such things. Additionally, who did they talk to and what was the real limit of their global influence? That to me is the big question and the bookmark in history to the mystery of how civilization continues to follow the Vico cycle ever and ever again into the abyss of recreation. And it is possible that the people of Stonehenge knew a lot of things that we have yet to learn, because they had already seen it many thousands of years before and like many people in search of the everlasting played their part in articulating the mysteries of the universe to put the brakes on human regional self-destruction through art revealed through great effort.

Rich Hoffman

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Donald Trump and Saint Augustine: Becoming a missionary of justice to fight off the pagan insurgents

It was intensely bizarre for me personally to be standing at the grave of St. Augustine in his demolished Abby while watching the media reaction to Donald Trump’s CPAC speech on my iPhone because in a lot of ways, what Trump and Steve Bannon are doing presently reflects accurately what St. Augustine did in 597 AD under the assignment of Pope Gregory. Rome had to withdraw its troops from Britain to protect its crumbling empire and Anglo Saxons had moved into south England bringing with them their pagan religions to corrupt the countryside away from Christianity, which had been brought to England by the Romans. Augustine set up a mission in Canterbury and formed a friendship with the pagan king Æthelberht of Kent and within a few years the Roman Catholic Church was converting pagans to Christianity serving as the first of its kind anywhere in the world. What happened in Canterbury would be done to the far corners of the world in favor of the Catholic Church following the manner for which Augustine had conducted the enterprise. Eventually during the reformation in England King Henry VIII would destroy the Abby and loot it of its wealth which left the place in ruins at Canterbury. But the body of St. Augustine remained for me to observe as I finished watching the speech fall out by Donald Trump who was given a similar task, this time not by a Pope, but by the people of the United States to spread the message of Americanism to a world hell-bent on anti-capitalist objectives.

They are carrying Trump's CPAC speech live in the U.K. @DanScavino @realDonaldTrump @KellyannePolls @seanhannity that's not America outside. pic.twitter.com/d0wTBMTAWf

— Rich Hoffman (@overmanwarrior) February 24, 2017

Trump’s message to the media during CPAC was firm, that they were no longer relevant and that the White House would not be moved off its objective of returning Americanism to the land of the free as opposed to the pagan chaos of the parasites that had moved in and taken refuge in the shadows of the weak leaders that have emerged over the last century due to a more global focus on philosophy and economics. Stunningly the whole speech was carried live in England from the start of it to the end and endless commentary spewed forth after. Donald Trump like St. Augustine before him was a vessel for undoing the damage caused by poor thinking and the lack of structure adhered to by an advanced culture. For instance, the moment the Romans moved out of England, the society reverted back to the tribalism of the Germanic people following perfectly the Vico cycle—where democracy turns to anarchy, then back to theology—and thus under St Augustine, then by the influence of the Nomads, the spreading of Christianity spread again and gave birth to a new age which lasted for over a thousand years.

Trump is engaged in the same kind of effort. The emphasis of his presidency is one with a long goal in mind, to change the culture of America back toward patriotism and to vanquish those who speak against it, which has been the entire world. And the world cannot turn away because Trump is such a great topic to cover, they can’t help but put him on television. Even as Jodi Foster held a rally against Trump and the attendees of the Oscars were winding up for a celebration of the black, gay film Moonlight—Trump was planning his own celebrations which would divide up the media coverage of what is often a monopoly held by Hollywood on Oscar night. For the first time ever a sitting president wasn’t licking the heels of the Hollywood community, but was standing in defiance of them during Oscar night. Even as Hollywood and their Academy members bent over backwards to put a film like Moonlight into the limelight—to show they aren’t racist elites in Santa Monica, Trump was beating a different drum and the world was listening—a national patriotism that was intent to convert people back to what built the country.

Our politicians in America and the media culture that followed it were a lot like the Germanic people who invaded England once the Roman Empire withdrew. That is always what happens when a powerful force from a superior culture takes away its influence. The masses collapse on themselves and chaos ushers itself in. This was the subject of the great Ayn Rand novel Atlas Shrugged, where the producers of society withdrew their talents and society quickly crumbled away. What has been told to American culture was that we should embrace all these “Moonlight” values and establish our society on those foundations, which of course lead to a degradation of the human condition—as we see presently in Paris. Even as all this news was spewing forth about the Oscars and Trump’s CPAC speech across Europe, President Hollande was complaining about how disrespectful Trump had been toward the city of Paris—and the news cycle did almost nothing but talk about it.

In the past lesser people would feel the burden of not being accepted by the actors of Hollywood, or the press, or even global socialists like Hollande, but Trump doesn’t care, because he is on a mission and his drive is not created from other people, it is generated from within. And that’s what the world doesn’t understand. I could see it clearly watching the news while I toured the St. Augustine Abby and paid respect to the tomb of the Saint himself. Trump was that modern voice who had to step into a pagan land of lawless behemoths and establish order among them. Trump gets all his strength from within himself, in his faith in his ability. Augustine put his faith in God so he was able to step into a hostile environment and establish the first Church of England. Trump is doing something as we speak that will be talked about for thousands of years and that history is happening in the present—and it’s quite something to see.

It is during events like this which is why I love history so much, because understanding these types of things explain contemporary occurrences with context. Because once you understand the Vico cycle and the patterns of the human race, you can know the outcome of something that is happening which of course happened before. Only instead of the topic being Christianity as it was in Augustine’s time, it is now the concept of Americanism, which to my eyes the world desperately needs. The pagan losers in Hollywood like Jodi Foster, Casey Affleck and many others never understood the meaning of America, and are completely unable to define it. And the kids in the media, all those entertainment writers and beat reporters who are under 30 years old and have a lifetime of lessons to learn before really being able to inform a public of a viewpoint beyond the facts of a matter—they are lost and rootless and will quickly convert to the Americanism that Trump and Steve Bannon are proposing. Just as the skeptical Æthelberht listened to Augustine for his first years of missionary action then converted to Christianity from his pagan roots—the world too will do the same with Trump. And Trump knows it.

The real fear that isn’t being said at the Oscars, in France, in the media and in the CNN newsrooms, the New York Times boardroom, and all the others who are finding themselves on the outside of Trump’s White House. They are aware of it too, that they are about to be extinct. Trump is converting pagans to Americanism and his White House has more global influence than all of Hollywood and the modern press put together and it is driving them crazy to realize how irrelevant they are. And that was the purpose of the old cathedrals, they were to impress upon the residents the power and majestic triumph of the Catholic Church which strengthened their faith into God and the Church’s role in statehood. Trump is now doing that with the White House, using that majestic platform to spread the benefits of Americanism. And the pagans know they are losing their grip on the American public because Trump doesn’t need anything from them leaving them completely powerless. And that is a great thing!

Rich Hoffman

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Socialism is Destroying The Louvre: Capitalism is the best way to preserve art and history

For a museum that opened in 1793 and had been used as a personal residence of King Francis I and many others after him serving around 10 million visitors a year and is one of the most celebrated of its kind in the world, I had high expectations for The Louvre in Paris. I love museums, I absolutely adore the one in Cincinnati which I visit several times a year called The Museum Center. However, I have always assumed that places like The Louvre were far superior—after all, when one thinks of Paris they think of two things, the Eiffel Tower and The Louvre so my pilgrimage to that historic museum was something I had thought about for decades. Perhaps it was because I had been spoiled by the various Heritage sites across the English Channel in England. My wife and I are members of English Heritage which gives us free access to important historic sites all over England from Stonehenge to Dover Castle and everything in between. Even relatively small sites like St. Augustine’s Abbey in Canterbury have wonderful museums that go along with their preservation sites. I had spent a week leading up to my visit to The Louvre visiting Heritage sites and spending a lot of time at the British Museum in London—and I have to say, I was in heaven. They were so wonderfully organized and put together and the literature they offered was immense and provided me with years of reading.

Yet when I arrived at The Louvre I was greeted with chaos and socialist mayhem. Let me begin by saying that if The Louvre had been in the United States, it would be the greatest attraction in the world, including Disney World. The building itself was immaculate, stunning even. And the museum collection acquired under Napoleon rivaled anything else in the world. It was remarkable. The combination of contemporary design with the ancient was everything I hoped it would be. But the main problem with The Louvre was that it is being operated by socialists who have no idea what they are doing. They have this wonderful museum with all these people coming to it—but they literally have screwed up every aspect of the enterprise starting at the front gate.

My family arrived surprised to see an hour-long line outside the pyramid. We naturally assumed that this was the line to purchase tickets. So we stood in the cold needing to use the restroom for just a little over an hour only to find out that the line we were in was just for security. The Louvre had enough visitors on a Wednesday afternoon at lunch time to populate a football stadium in the United States, yet the security forced everyone to go through two lines of airport like security which took forever. Everyone understands that The Louvre is a target for terrorist attacks, but they should have at least had 7 to 8 security lines to properly handle all the museum visitors. By the time we all got through security we all had to use the restroom—badly. One of the worst things in France is that they don’t know how to give people places to use the restroom. They have these ridiculous public restrooms on the sidewalks that hardly work. Every time I tried to use one it malfunctioned and the seat would come up and the door would come up to the outside letting everyone in the world see you. So we didn’t use those. I thought we were in luck by the major tourist attraction of Notre Dame. We followed the signs to the “toilets” only to go down a series of steps to find a group of east Europeans sitting in a group behind a steel cage charging 1 Euro to go through turnstile just to use the restroom. So guess what, we turned around and decided to wait until we got to The Louvre thinking it would be like the Museum Center in Cincinnati—and would have like rows of places to use the restroom. By the time we arrived in that hour long line, we had to go badly and it was almost unbearable by the time we got through security. There certainly wasn’t any place to go in the courtyard around the pyramid. Now that we were through security we rushed to the restrooms before buying tickets and found a line there too—especially for the women.

I told my family that I’d step into the men’s room, use the restroom, then I’d get our tickets. By the time I got through that line I thought the girls would have a chance to get through that massive women’s line. Now keep in mind that this was a Wednesday afternoon in February. It wasn’t Saturday in the middle of the summer. For a museum of this size, there was no way there should be lines like what we saw at The Louvre. Going into the restroom it was pandemonium, and there were as many women in there as men. It was sheer chaos. And there were only four urinals. I managed to use one and did as I said and went to stand in another line to get admission tickets. After standing in lines for over two hours we had our tickets and were ready to see the museum. My wife and daughter gave up on the women’s restroom not moving at all for over twenty minutes and used the men’s room under the guidance of my son-in-law. That solved one problem, now we had another one, we needed to eat.

The plan was always to eat at The Louvre so we didn’t stop at any of the many little restaurants on our way. We figured we grab a bite to eat, spend about 10 minutes eating it, then we’d get into the museum and get to work. But no, they had only like three restaurants and all of them had half hour lines. My wife and I managed to get some food as my daughter and her husband waited for an additional 15 minutes to get the same type of food. The food itself was pretty good, but the means to get it was horrendous. The employees were slow and unmotivated. They didn’t care how big the crowds were, they weren’t getting into any kind of hurry. Service in France is just unfathomably terrible. Nobody cares about anything and everyone just exists. And at The Louvre, customer service was not a priority.

Once we got through all that we enjoyed the museum, but the way the experience started put a bad taste in our mouth. If The Louvre had been in America there would have been about 10 restaurants all around the grand room and plenty of seating and bathrooms. Getting tickets for a museum, using the restroom and obtaining food should be easy things for such a large tourist attraction so that visitors could spend their time learning and doing things. But under the socialist country of France, they even managed to screw up a slam dunk of a great tourist attraction, and turn it into sheer misery.

The whole thing told the story of why socialism is so terrible and how capitalism services society so much better. Even in England they get it, the Heritage people understand how they make their money to offer services to a public which funds the preservation of art and history. But The Louvre, they are missing millions of dollars of opportunities and are just living off their reputation—which won’t last forever. They need approximately ten times the bathroom capacity and that much equally in restaurant availability. They certainly have the room for it, but obviously not the business sense. If I were running The Louvre I’d seek out a partnership with McDonald’s—someone who knows how to serve massive amounts of customers quickly. I’d also bring in other American fast-food chains who are just as good—obviously, the French don’t know how to do that on their own and I’d set them all up on some of those blank walls in the main area under the pyramid outside of the ticketing area.

It isn’t cool to provide bad service, and it certainly doesn’t place people above the bourgeoisie of society to drag ass everything. Bad service is just disrespectful and it says to visitors of The Louvre that the management doesn’t give a rat’s ass if anyone visits or not. And from what I saw, The Louvre really doesn’t care if anyone comes. They think they are entitled to the business and they think that because there really isn’t much else to do in Paris except visit museums that they’ll get by with this kind of thing for the foreseeable future. But I’m sure I’m not the only visitor to The Louvre to come away feeling disenchanted by their terrible service. They have a lot of lessons to learn, and for their own sake, they better start learning them.

Rich Hoffman

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The Next Generation of Mass Transit: America’s version of Europe’s train system

I’ve never had much of a passionate thought about train travel because in the United States—we just don’t do it. We have cars and massive highways, and we love our independence. My main experience with trains is in the novel Atlas Shrugged, the monorail at Disney World, and the train ride at Kings Island, the amusement park near my home in Cincinnati, Ohio. So during a recent trip to Europe and being without a car, I had to learn quickly how to use trains, because honestly, they are the most efficient way to get around. European cities are just so densely packed as they frustrate suburban development forcing most of their residents into their metropolises. So having a car in London, or Paris, just as it is in New York in the U.S. just doesn’t make much sense—because parking is nearly impossible and traveling down the roads is ridiculously slow. With that in mind, getting around London, Paris or between them into the countryside requires trains which I’ve used heavily lately and to a great effect. The trains in England are quite nice and I have enjoyed using them covering ground from as far south as Brighton, to Canterbury and using the Eurostar from London to Paris under the English Channel. It was the combination of those experiences which launched my mind on the new train technology being developed in the United States called the Hyperloop—which is an Elon Musk initiation that is being extensively tested this summer outside of Las Vegas. In fact it looks like the UAB will be among the first cities of the world to buy into the concept which will make the Eurostar look like an archaic dinosaur regarding train travel. The Hyperloop will take passengers at near the speed of sound and faster which will significantly change the world.

The Eurostar was fast and efficient, unlike the rest of Europe. pic.twitter.com/QixhPnJLDF

— Rich Hoffman (@overmanwarrior) February 23, 2017

I love that America is built around individualized transportation, but I personally have a need to get around the country quickly—so these high-speed trains are appealing to me. I would love to take a train to Orlando, Florida from Cincinnati to justify a season pass to Disney World so I could take my grandkids there many times throughout the year. Flying is just a bit too expensive leaving an alternative form in need to fill the market demand. Since America doesn’t yet have a complex train system like they do in Europe this leaves the United States prime to develop one of their own using the new hyperloop technology as the centerpiece.

Very impressed with the Eurostar from London to Paris. Something that I could support in America–New York to D.C. or Detroit to Orlando. pic.twitter.com/Ey994ec8EJ

— Rich Hoffman (@overmanwarrior) February 23, 2017

This whole train thing really came to life for me at the St. Pancras station in London which shares space across the street from Kings Cross. My wife and I were eating some sushi from the dining area and I was watching all the people coming and going as we awaited our train into the countryside to visit Canterbury. It was like a mini airport that was carrying a tremendous amount of people to and from. I was able to visit many more thereafter at Ashford International and as far south as Gare Du Nord in Paris and I have to say it was an impressive system that allowed me to get around an enormous part of Northern Europe quickly and without insulting my time. While on the trains I was able to read and rest which I appreciated and I found myself hundreds of miles away within an hour and that was something that would greatly benefit the American economy because of the vast spaces we enjoy in North America.

Trains are best in relieving traffic. I experienced this of course in London and Paris, but over the last year have seen it most effectively used in Kobe, Japan where dinner guests came up from the south quicker than they ever could have by car, simply because dense cities don’t have anywhere to park leaving the roads stagnant messes. To solve the problem of America’s dying cities, wealth needs to be imported back into them by a means that allows people to utilize what they offer. For instance, Cincinnati, Atlanta and Detroit should be part of a shared market—people should be able to conduct business between those places easily and within the same day—such as a lunch meeting in Atlanta for an hour or two then jumping back up to Detroit by the end of the business day.

Ride the Hyperloop track on the front of the @SpaceX test vehicle → https://t.co/KCc82d1CUv

— Hyperloop (@Hyperloop) February 3, 2017

When Ayn Rand wrote, Atlas Shrugged she believed that America would have a series of train systems like the Eurostar all over the country, and that they would be privately owned—which would be optimal. One of the weaknesses of the publicly owned ones in Europe that has solicited private investment and is doing a better job in turning a profit, but the ghosts of their government owned days is evident–they are not always on time. And at this point, I would love to have a Eurostar type of system in America. Since we don’t I would think that the Hyperloop would be the technology that would demand the investment priorities. In the video included from Twitter I was thinking about how fast we were really going while my wife was buying us some snacks in the dining car. It was easy to walk around and the drinks didn’t slide around on our tables never threatening to tip over. The ride was very smooth and comfortable which has been the promise of the Hyperloop. At the time I took the video the Eurostar was going about 150 MPH, and sometimes it was going faster. The distance between Paris and London which was the length we were traveling is 459 miles and we did it in just under 2 hours. It would have taken three times longer by car. This allowed my family to go to Paris for the day and still be back in London in time for dinner. Without the Eurostar we would have never been able to do such a thing. Flying would have been too expense and too complicated and driving would have taken way too long. And regarding security and passport verifications, everything was done for us before we even got on the train. Once we were in Paris, we simply got out of the train and headed to our destinations with the immigration issues already don’t at the front of the line—quickly. Having something similar in America would certainly lead to economic expansion for the cities and would even have an impact on the voting patterns—because currently only liberals live in cities making it impossible for Republicans to get elected. The best way to change a city’s culture is to allow people of value from other places to come in and have an impact—but you don’t want to trap them otherwise they’ll keep their money and input into the suburbs.

Congrats to WARR Hyperloop team for fastest pod–flew down entire length of track at the world's first Hyperloop competition! #breakapod pic.twitter.com/FhMjmCUZTQ

— Hyperloop (@Hyperloop) January 30, 2017

I can see Hyperloop terminals all over the United States much like Europe has train stations. They could be vibrant places that move people across vast distances quickly, and cheaply expanding our economic output. And it could be a uniquely American thing, just as Europe has established itself on trains. Trains are too slow for me, but Hyperloop could be the best answer for a nation that hasn’t yet invested in mass transit. I would love to have something like St. Pancras station in West Chester, Ohio—or Monroe. There was something exciting about sitting at that station and knowing that I could buy an affordable ticket to Italy and be there in a few hours while eating sushi. It was strange to send a text to my daughter who was in Canterbury from London and saying to her that we’d be there within an hour. It’s only 61 miles, but with the tiny roads that they have in England, it would be more than a two-hour drive. That allowed us to step onto a train and be at her doorstep before she could get ready for dinner and that was an efficient use of time. Something that America could use and the Hyperloop is just the right technological advance.

Rich Hoffman

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Mystery of the British Museum’s Crystal Skull: Why its not a fake, but many wish it were

It was one of the things I most wanted to see in London—the famous crystal skull at the British Museum. The idea that an ancient civilization was able to carve such a fine sculpture out of quartz without obvious machining marks in the 14^th century, or even before, is quite remarkable so I wanted to see it for myself. The artifact is famous because it is one of the few of its kind in the world and it was acquired by the British Museum at that magical time of early archaeology when the British empire still held sway and was able to gather important items around the world before a new generation of politics and war would further destroy the art and relics of the Middle East, Europe, and the Americas—especially in Mexico where their Mexican Revolution at the start of the 20^th Century has all but destroyed their economy leaving the people there impoverished. If any crystal skulls were found today in those regions they would without question be in private collections sold off by locals who needed to feed themselves. It was remarkable that the crystal skull featured here even made it to the British Museum as it was acquired from the Tiffany and Co. from New York in 1897 after being owned originally by Eughen Boban who was an early fortune hunter able to gather up objects from digs before the Smithsonian, and the British Museum were able to lay claim to the historic record. For something that old, it certainly couldn’t have seen modern methods of cutting a quartz structure so for anybody to go to such trouble to make a crystal skull there had to be a good reason for it.

The skull is in the “living and dying” wing of the museum stuck away in the corner much the way that the Cincinnati Tablet is at the Museum Center in my home town of Cincinnati—they really don’t know what to do with it because it doesn’t fit their narrative of a primitive people. In Cincinnati the tablet doesn’t fit the profile of the Adena Indians and at the British Museum which many contributes have already laid claim to their version of history and feel they possess the narrative of history by being the first to report it—the crystal skull is sort of a mystery—so they put it in the corner of the room leaving it in limbo. In fact it was so unobtrusive I had to ask where it was. I found a museum worker who pointed it out to me then felt the need to let me know that the skull was a “fake” which irritated me greatly. There was no need for the additional commentary, but the guy felt he needed to make sure I knew his opinion of the crystal skull which revealed a lot about what I had long suspected about this particular museum.

The collection at the British Museum is one of the finest in the world and it could be argued that their imperialism which acquired all the artifacts there robbed the home countries of their “birth rights” to those cultures. But as we’ve seen in Cairo, Baghdad and other places around the world, especially in Mexico City where the ruins of an Aztec civilization were literally buried underneath—new cultures usually destroy old cultures and the British Museum was able to save those artifacts in time because of their audacity to take them from their domestic lands—which were unstable to the historical record. The museum has an extensive membership list that is very active, and they depend on their donations to keep everything on the upside—and they are very successful. However, to preserve that funding model they need to lay claim to the historical narrative created by the British Museum, so to preserve the integrity of their members and donors. That concern was reflected in the museum worker’s proclamation to me that the crystal skull was a fake—because he didn’t want me to be one of those guys to further perpetuate the many theories that the skull may belong to an undiscovered culture not yet in the museum—which is highly likely—and was the source of my interest.

The failure of the premise that the British Museum established, for which the worker represented was that it was inconceivable that the Spanish conquest of Mexico in 1521 was interacting with a superior culture at the time since it has been established that European culture was the dominate one and that everyone they interacted with was inferior. We see this with the discovery of America by Columbus—even though the Chinese were obviously already in America and trading around the world—and that the Vikings were likely already in America several centuries earlier. Even more perplexing, which is obvious to me, the mound builders of England, Ireland and likely Scandinavia likely were trading with the Phoenicians from the south, maybe even Egypt and were in the New World building mounds like those at Nework in Ohio well before Christ was born. The British Museum ignores all these issues and sticks to their story that Europe conquered the world and thus making them the authors of history. Relics like the crystal skull challenge that.

After looking at the skull closely with an electron microscope scan, there is evidence that some of the features were carved using a rotary cutting wheel of some kind. Note the word, “some.” There are many parts of the crystal skull that defy even modern methods of manufacture so there is still great mystery as to how the thing was even made by today’s standards, let along done at a time before the telephone existed. And there is evidence that what Spain conquered in Mexico was far advanced in many ways to the Europeans, especially in canal building and astronomy. So there is guilt in the statement—the “crystal skull is fake.” Guilt that the very things the British Museum is supposed to guard against—the loss of information advanced by the many cultures of the world—the evidence says that a lot of the world’s cultures have been lost and the Europeans are very guilty of building their Catholic religion on top of conquests to erase the memory of what came before—which I think the crystal skull represents most.

The science of history is in its infancy, even in the Room of Enlightenment—which was my favorite room in the museum—it is obvious that our grasp of history is rather shallow, and all we know is from the private collections of kings, or the little bits of junk acquired from dealers who looted tombs and cultures to sell on the black market. The best stuff is still out there locked away in private collections and museum basements lacking a proper explanation that fits with the story of history that has been told to us from our infancies. History is much more complicated and to know it is to understand the crystal skull culture and other mysteries that are out there which have not been given a proper introduction to the world because too many people—especially of European decent—call things fake—when they are obviously not. The crystal skull of the British Museum is more than just an artifact, it is a glimpse into the human race who had an obsession with death and wanted to face it literally—and an old habit of doing what should be impossible for the benefit of doing it and perplexing those from the future with the valor of their endeavors.

Rich Hoffman

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What’s Behind the Trump Protests in London: Socialists fighting for the right to be lazy

What the media is not telling you dear reader about all these “spontaneous” riots of “concerned” people protesting Donald Trump around the world, and his immigration policies, is that they are organized by dirty, rotten scum bag socialists that draw like flies on shit the stink of the most lazy and uninformed of our human species. They are not “people” as reported by the media concerned over the direction of the world led by Donald Trump trying to challenge him wherever he may show up to cast an influence—but they are insurgents of the group Socialist International still attempting to cast the world into the doom of global communism, just like they had in the Soviet Union and as they do now in China. The media which is advancing this plot that they learned in their public institutions as silly, drunken pre-adult losers mean to destroy Donald Trump because he is not only now the leader of the free world, but an unapologetic capitalist who is rebuilding the wealth of America at a rate that is terrifying to them. Because capitalists and communists in any form cannot work together toward a common goal. One side must lose to the other because their fundamental philosophies are just too different and the war we are witnessing can be summed up that simply.

Look at these loser socialists in London today protesting Trump. The media doesn't tell people who these anti Trump radicals really are. pic.twitter.com/qEXdEPHVqf

— Rich Hoffman (@overmanwarrior) February 20, 2017

Of course you’ll want proof dear reader of my bombastic statements, especially in regard to these so-called “Not My President” rallies which “sprang up” across the world, particularly in the progressive cities of New York, Chicago and Los Angeles. I happened to be in London for a number of reasons, and was down by Parliament to see Theresa May defend Brexit from the House of Lords attempting to waver back in the direction of Tony Blair and the avocation of a “European Union” which again is a Socialist International plot to spread global socialism then communism to every corner of the world. It was in fact in London where Karl Marx did most of his work toward that collective based monstrosity that leads directly to economic depravity. So I happened to be right next to the “spontaneous” group that gathered in the park across from parliament in the shadow of Big Ben which was made to look so much bigger on television than it really was. And I gathered up the pictures you need as proof to understand what I’m saying and have been now for many years. Socialist advocates are behind all these global protests, even the Black Lives Matter endeavors. They do not want peace with anything in a capitalist country and cannot be reasoned with. So as a civilization we must drag them kicking and screaming to a bitter bloody ending across the finish line of prosperity and ignore their utterings—because in the scheme of things they are completely worthless.

You will notice from the pictures I took at the London rally all the red tents—well those were there to pass out socialist literature—and there were a lot of them. In many ways, it broke my heart to see so many red flag waving socialists and their tents of Marxism set up at the feet of Winston Churchill’s statue. He would be literally rolling over in his grave if he knew that—because it goes against everything we fought in World War II and many other wars. The Marxist types who formed this destructive philosophy started in the mid-19^th Century and everywhere they proposed themselves destruction and war has been in their wake. Today their influence is everywhere, from the union strike of British Airways by their cabin crew looking for a “living wage” to the nearly complete conquest of the Asian countries by communism as it flowed down out of Russia into those villages of China, Korea, and Vietnam. In fact that whole mess in China and Vietnam started just a few miles to the south of these London protests in Paris where the future Vietnamese leader wanted a voice at the Treaty Versailles convention. He didn’t get it, so he went to the rickety little building across the street that was spreading communism in Paris and they did listen to him—so be became philosophically aligned and the rest is history. The protests of the Vietnam War by the press wasn’t so much about the many deaths that the United States and other countries suffered among their young people fighting communism there—it was that those armies fighting Ho Chi Minh were trying to stop communism which the political left were trying to advance in the same manner that these protests in London against Donald Trump were being presented.

What was even stranger about the London protests is that the people participating were not people who voted for Donald Trump. In the United States, at least they could claim to be concerned about a president they didn’t vote for. Heck, I never accepted Barack Obama as my president—and it had nothing to do with his color. He was an idiot advocating global socialism which was why I rejected him. So I can understand people who didn’t vote for Donald Trump being upset—because I have been for the last 24 years in not having a good president in the White House whom I could respect. But in London, these people were so concerned about Donald Trump that they felt they had to protest as if he were already the president of the world—which actually tells you quite a lot about the role America plays in global matters. The socialist know that Donald Trump could destroy all the progressive gains they’ve made against capitalism for the last 100 years, and it is that which they are fighting against.

The people at the rally in London were not just concerned moms afraid that they wouldn’t be able to kill a baby if they engaged in reckless sex with some libitard at a late night bar covered in cologne from Harrod’s on a wild night in London, or gay rights advocates hoping to water down the sexes so that expectations of behavior would be bent to the most lazy of our society allowing unclean losers to have a shot at more potential “partners” than they do now—or complacent idiots who want to play video games all day could with a “living wage” so they would not have to worry about working a real job and paying all their bills—their rent, their cars, and their online fees. They were pawns in a giant game of chess intent to weaken the human race. As I looked at their faces close up their stories were obvious. Most of the men were the type who had moms who did pay all their fees for online gaming because the women felt guilty at not providing strong role models for the young lads who were now stringy haired losers barely able to function in society. The loudest voices at that rally were the type of young men who had watched many lovers enter their mother’s lives and dirty her up leaving them without the prospect of a good clean family life into their adulthoods—so they turned to collectivist philosophies as a way to normalize their personal tragedies—and now Donald Trump was a severe threat to their choices made so far in life. But even the conditions which made those young protestors are the result of liberal policies—the young women their mom’s used to be were taught they could have the world and everything in it if only they asked for it. If they wanted to sleep with lots of men, they had the pill. If they acquired AIDS through reckless sex, they’d have Hollywood stars show up at their bedside and sing songs to the media. They were taught that lives were conducted without consequence and that big daddy government would be the new husband while Hollywood helped cultivate the image that the great men of the world would now be versions of Homer Simpson. Now the people who bought that view of the world most were forced to deal with an alpha male Donald Trump who had a gorgeous supermodel wife who was an immigrant herself which diffuses all their arguments toward socialism, and they are genuinely terrified. This wasn’t the world they were promised as budding young socialists. The capitalists were coming back in style and no matter what tricks they played, people weren’t listening.

So these protestors of Donald Trump are not normal people, they are rejects from a failed society who haven’t yet figured out that the greatest threat to the future of our species isn’t global warming, immigration, or even racism—its stupidity. And stupidity flourishes under communism and socialism because it takes competition out of the equation which allows the half-baked stringy haired losers to have an equal opinion to the well-read orator who has spent their life perfecting ideas and concepts. It just doesn’t work and that was the real summation of what was behind the London Trump protests. The leaders weren’t well-intentioned citizens of the world, they were radicals fighting to keep the bar of human achievement low so that they could stay relevant. And the media is in the bag for those insurgents because they are looking for the same assurances—and under a Trump presidency, they won’t get it. And that is why they protest—and the only reason why.

Rich Hoffman

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The White Cliffs of Dover: Embracing adventure even when its not convenient

It was something that I had always wanted to see so when the opportunity came up to hike the White Cliffs of Dover at the point where France was closest to the United Kingdom I seized it. I knew when I was doing it that it was a unique opportunity not so much for the event in itself, but because my great photographer daughter was with me and was primed for a little adventure that she was feeling deprived of simply due to the realities of adult life. As a little girl we did this kind of thing all the time, but now we don’t get to see each other in this way very much because we are all busy adults. We get time together during a typical week to grab a bite to eat or go somewhere into town—but for adventures where we get to chase dreams, ideas, and the specter of “big thinking” there just aren’t many opportunities that allow for such things as grown-ups living different lives and raising families of their own. When my kids were little I was able to set the pace because I was the parent, now they are parents of their own and have spouses who have things they want to do and see so things get pretty complicated sometimes just to do simple things together. But, here my oldest daughter and I were in England together and everyone but us were tired from our previous visit to Dover Castle where the February temperature had dropped and a bank of cloudy fog had moved in choking off the rays of the sun into a dreary canopy that was freezing the other members of our group. But my daughter—the professional photographer that she is couldn’t resist to get some shots for her portfolio that included the nearby cliffs, but also the light of the deep fog bank. So we left our other members at the car and went for what we thought would be a 30 minute walk. We didn’t return until two and a half hours later. Here is a shortened video version of our hike down to the beach of the White Cliffs of Dover.

We were able to see our destination before the heavy fog rolled in so we had an idea where we were going before we really committed to the area. What surprised me was how vast everything was, because in England most things especially in the cities were so small. But they had built a nice park that reminded me of the kind in America where you could literally walk all day doing major hiking. In that regard we were unprepared as we started off and discovered the ferry link to France far below our feet which was transporting enormous amounts of cargo and large trucks over to the European mainland. Next to that was the English Channel looking very sinister in the cold of the day with the fog licking its surface and building up against the cliffs like a crowd waiting to get into a rock concert—anxious and frustrated—and thick. My daughter and I wanted to get down to the beach which was around 350 feet below to 300 feet and part of the trail system had a means of getting down there with a series of steps and ladders. So we were headed in that direction when the fog rolled in and took away all our visual reference points of the vast land.

It was easy to see why it was hard to invade England at this point, which was closest to the European mainland. For eight miles these cliffs faced their rivals over the centuries and fog like the one we were experiencing further frustrated such efforts. The advantage was certainly in favor of the English under any armed attack—which is why one of the biggest castles in all of Europe was there at Dover. What should have been a 30 minute walk turned out to be several hours because once you get atop of those cliffs and start walking east, they just go on and on. The trail system was good, but there weren’t signs to say exactly where you were, you had to follow a map, and again, the fog took away our visual references. So after a lot of walking and passing up the narrow corridor down to the beach a few times, we eventually found it. At one point in the video I held my camera over the edge to record how far down it was to the beach and the jagged rocks below. I am particularly proud of that shot not just because it showed the obvious danger of the cliffs. We were able to walk right to the edge of them and look over, which was dangerous because everything was slippery from the constant dew that was on everything all the time. But honestly, my new iPhone 7 Plus has a steadycam feature that made that shot possible. Just a few years ago an over the edge shot like that would have been too jittery to really see what was going on as such a small camera would shake all over the place—even your heartbeat would move the camera looking over such a vast crevasse. But with the new iPhone, the shot was easy which made recording such a thing so much more achievable spontaneously, which is what this little hike was all about.

Once we found the way down, we worked our way through to find eventually that the entire path had been washed out and destroyed by the erosion from above. A large rock had fallen and taken out the bridge that led over to the ladder which dropped everyone the additional forty feet down to the beach. So we stopped there and took our pictures and soaked up the moment. We had been walking around for an hour and a half just to get to that point and knew it would take a while to get back, and that the rest of our family was waiting for us with a newborn baby. But for that moment we didn’t worry about it. We were just a dad and daughter relishing an adventure that comes so seldom. We embraced the moment without regret. As we were looking at the ocean a little seal came up to the beach then retreated to the deep water again. It was a nice moment.

We returned to the car an hour later to find our family patiently waiting. We were covered in sweat and chalk from the cliffs as we had to climb back up and out. We had walked five miles and we felt it, especially the nearly vertical climb back up from the beach. And that moment became one for the record books. We won’t ever forget it because it was a fine example of the benefit of spontaneity. I have a reputation in my family of getting the most out of unplanned circumstances. I’m not one that likes to plan things out with too much detail because I don’t want to miss the hidden opportunities that might come up while exploring something. So I typically have a rough idea of what I want to do then improvise as I’m doing it adjusting to the situation as it presents itself. But adulthood is all about schedules and deadlines, so it can be tricky business to live the way I do and most adults don’t enjoy it. However, I raised my daughters with that kind of thinking so they crave it all the time—and most of the time are disappointed by the realities of life that does require plans and forethought. Personally, it would have been easier to stay in the car and do something more conventionally, especially after exploring the castle at Dover. But the opportunity was there so it’s good to take it when you can. Many times, the best things in life come when we don’t see them or plan for them. And that little moment in time with my oldest daughter was very special and a natural outgrowth of the spirit of adventure. By the time we returned to the car, we had both grown a little from the experience and the exhaustion that often comes with doing things outside of one’s comfort zones carried us to a new level that defies explanation—but it sure makes you sleep well at night.

Rich Hoffman

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The Trump Press Conference of February 16th: A world watching and learning what a tough American looks like

How big was the noon day press conference with President Trump announcing his new labor secretary and answering questions about Michael Flynn, the Russians, Iran, Fake News and the state of his White House? Well, I am writing this from the United Kingdom and I can report that it was carried live for the entire duration and the faces of Europe melted off in horror. It was just wonderful. In fact, it was another game changing press conference that altered the way presidents act toward the media in the future. It was a new standard of unprecedented aggressiveness and confidence that pushed back against a global media that had been ankle biting Trump constantly over the last couple of weeks fully expecting the president to do nothing but take it. The media, as a whole had been caught poking the dog too many times and now it had finally turned around and bit them in ways they never expected.

The honestly was refreshing. Obama administration left overs from the intelligence community had been spying on Donald Trump and his people then leaked news about Michael Flynn to the press in a highly illegal endeavor in order to utterly destroy the new administration. The action was vicious, so they had what has been coming. Trump had every right to do what he did and hold such an unusual press conference. He had every right to stick it to the media. Who did they think they were to lash out at him and not get it back? That’s not what we elected Trump for. Trump was elected to prevent a civil war, not to create one. Trump is our offering to prevent armed conflict—or did the media already forget that? The old way was never acceptable.

And in the wake of the press conference the media was aghast. In England it was all the talk of the day, it was on the front cover of every newspaper and served as wall to wall coverage on every channel. In Europe, they had simply never seen anything like what the American Donald Trump had done to its media. When Trump lacerated the BBC you would have thought that all of England was insulted—at least those progressive holdovers who didn’t understand that France was about to be overtaken by a conservative party—just as what was happening in the UK. They were oblivious as to the lack of protocol Trump exhibited and it obviously scared the world who had learned to take it for granted that American presidents were paper tigers—and never followed up with anything. When Trump indicated that he wasn’t going to tell the media what he was going to do to Iran, and North Korea for their recent hostile actions—the press seemed shocked that Trump had actually been thinking about it—and wasn’t waiting for some advisor to tell him what to do. The thought that Trump wasn’t clamped to some advisors of the old world was more terrifying to them than what was actually said.

I was on a train to London watching the people reading the papers on the Friday after the press conference. It was my wife’s birthday and I had something really special planned for her and we were on our way. The conversation on the train was curious disdain. Many of the people riding were obviously people who supported staying with the European Union. Some who sat quietly reading the newspapers with Trump’s image blasted on the covers digested the information quietly, perhaps they were supporters of Brexit. But to the un-American minds of the world, they simply were shocked by Trump’s audacity which brought a smile to my face. The impact wasn’t just in America, it was clearly a press conference that changed the world. Normally presidents of the United States don’t command live coverage on foreign networks, but Trump had and the results had shocked everyone.

Everywhere I have gone in Europe Trump’s name has come up. People would ask me what I thought of the Yank and when they learned that I was a supporter they would shortly respond—“well, you can keep him then,” then change the subject to something more friendly. But Trump was on their minds and he was making news in ways that most people just weren’t used to. This was exactly why I voted for him—because honestly, I wanted to save people from the potential of armed conflict by putting someone like us in the White House who would never back down, would never yield to the media or the political machine and had a mind to utterly destroy the established order if it stood in his way. In England the people have never had such personalities in their life, and if they ever did, they killed them during the many rebellions that had previously been crushed by the kings and the churches. The English people who had survived were nice compliant people who didn’t like to disturb established orders. They just simply overlooked the power-hungry and put up with them as a nuisance, so what was happening in America was simply unfathomable to them. As a country, they have chosen a more passive aggressive course through life—so they aren’t used to people saying what they mean then acting on it.

Yet it made me proud to see President Trump fighting back the way I hoped he would all those months that I picked him to win and supported his candidacy, even when it was unpopular. Nothing against Ted Cruz and some of the other Republicans running—but it should be clear to them by now that they didn’t stand a chance in hell at standing up to these forces. Only someone like Trump can do it—when you have your own spy agency eavesdropping on you working hand in hand with the mainstream media while hostile countries around the world tested the new president with pressure that would destroy any normal man—I always knew the game that had to be played to win, and Trump was my pick from the outset—and it’s nice to see everything coming together in my mind. It was even better to see the reaction on foreign soil to really get a sense of the changes happening across the world as a result of Donald Trump. Trump is pushing all these negative forces to their own collapse and that is better than any armed conflict. What Trump is doing is the most humane way to preserve that beacon that the world looks to in America. Even though they secretly resent America because they aren’t in the United States, most people around the world are better off because of America. Even as foreigners in Europe snarl at American life as too fast paced and loose—they enjoy Kentucky Fried Chicken which is everywhere and the golden arches of McDonald’s. Without American capitalism, most of the people in Europe wouldn’t have much to do but wait for some king to give them some land or a court appointment to raise their station in life. Even on the trip to London, the people critical of Trump secretly rooted for him because he was the great underdog they dared not to be themselves, but hoped would stick his thumb in the eye of the world that suppressed them—yet they dared not admit such a thing publicly. For their ancestors swung by the gallows for such thoughts—or were burned at the stake. Not in America. And especially not this American president. Trump was something special, and I am so glad we have him—and it won’t take the world long to join me in that sentiment.

Rich Hoffman

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The Canterbury Cathedral: A step on the way to eternity

It was something I’ve wanted to see for many years because of its place at the center of western civilization. Standing for over a millennium to shape the ideology of the civilized world—to be one of the only lasting vestiges of the Roman Empire for which it was born and gave birth to the nation of England in the form we know it today—the Cathedral of Canterbury is an awesome thing to behold. It sits atop the highest point of that little pilgrimaging town protected by law not to have any rivals holding the progress of mankind to its history it still sits perched above all else in a way that just isn’t seen in America anywhere. In New York skyscrapers would have long overtaken such a structure, but not in Canterbury where its Cathedral is still the star of the show and will remain that way for the rest of the foreseeable future. In many ways the Canterbury Cathedral is the very definition of America’s desire to have a separation of “Church and State” as defined by our Constitution which essentially changed the world and launched the most productive country on earth because the pent-up abilities of the human race had been stuck for over two thousand years under the weight of places like the Canterbury Cathedral and the kings who held the throne in London—which evolved directly out of the Roman Empire in Italy.

The figure I’ve long admired was Thomas Beckett the Archbishop of Canterbury. If you’ve ever wondered why there is a piece called “bishop” in the game of chess—you’d have to understand the role they played in monarchal politics as for many centuries they were directly challenged by power-hungry kings for the right to rule the minds of mankind. And kings often used them to acquire power and to keep them busy so not to allow the church to impose itself on the aggressions of the monarchy. So bishops—especially archbishops, had their role in European politics that were quite spectacular from the perspective of a scholar, but a pain to the public stuck between the church and the state. In fact, it was in Canterbury that the pilgrims which left for America and started the Holiday Thanksgiving launched—because they had enough of being stuck between the church of Canterbury and the politics of London.

Henry the II had pushed Thomas Beckett beyond his limits and provoked four knights to seek out the big man at the Cathedral to murder him in cold blood to appease the king. The reason was that Beckett refused to allow the king to believe he was superior to the papacy. King Henry II really didn’t mean to, because Beckett had been his friend for a long time, but his quest for power overtook him to the point of murder. Beckett was killed right in the Cathedral which made it an interesting place to visit, I wanted to stand in the spot where the knights had spilled out his entrails and stained the floor with blood. I felt fortunate to go through the door where the knights had come through to kill Beckett and to stand and face a murder I had read about for years. To me it was like visiting the site of the murders of Helter Skelter—an event of such evil and propensity that to attempt to understand it, you have to see and touch the surroundings. After all, Beckett knew they were coming to kill him and he refused to lock the door to prevent it. And for the knights to approach the Cathedral knowing what they intended to do—I had to see it for myself.

Once Beckett had been buried at the Cathedral down in the crypt which I was also able to see, pilgrims began to flock to Canterbury to visit the tomb of the slain and beloved Archbishop. It was this action that provoked the entire novel, (poem) The Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer which chronicled the many pilgrimages to Beckett’s tomb from all levels of society—and is one of my favorite works in literature. It was Chaucer in fact that launched the age of great literature which then launched the western world. For me it was interesting to walk the streets that Charles Dickens, Chaucer and many others had walked before to see the roots of their musings. But there was nothing like the Cathedral to lay eyes on because of the ruckus it caused in the minds of mankind in so many ways—and to see it, and touch it was something that was for me necessary.

As my wife and I went to visit the site it was obvious the church had long lost its power and what we were seeing was simply a ghost from the past. Canterbury is stuck in the shadow of its own history as immigration has fundamentally changed the nature of the old town into something less English and more European. The days of great literature were gone as the minds of the inhabitants either settled into those shadows or left for their own glory leaving behind directionless ambition to study the old monuments with open notebooks only to learn nothing applicable to the modern world. The caretakers of the Cathedral were quick to emphasize that the place was a nondenominational church now. In 1536 the Reformation was well underway and the government turned against the papacy once and for all. After a hundred years of that the pilgrims tired of the struggle between church and state left for North America to live as freely as they could. From the time of Beckett’s slaughter on December 29^th 1170 to the writing of Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales in 1389 AD to the destruction and looting of Beckett’s tomb in 1538 a very careful and pointed ache of understanding had attached itself to the human race. The kings of England had lost their godly justification to rule and turned more toward war to keep their people busy colonizing the world with empire pride to unify their kingdom. These forces of course would collide once and for all in America—the pilgrims who had left centuries earlier with the immigrants fleeing the king’s influence now that the Reformation had destroyed the church which built their country and people became free for the first time in all of human civilization. It was something to walk about the Cathedral and see the tomb of Henry the IV, the Black Prince, and the spot in the crypts where Beckett had rested—along with many hundreds of others buried in that historic place haunting the modern world with a foot back in time to when human beings were still trying to invent themselves in the wake of the Romans, the Greeks, and the Minoans (Atlanteans)—The Sumerians, and whatever came before them which is likely long gone now to the eyes of history. The Canterbury Cathedral served as a testament to mankind’s history and eventual evolution so it was a place to visit that was necessary.

Whereas the church has lost its power in Europe the effort has not led to a gain of intelligence. It can’t be helped but to notice that people are not better off without the church and its influence, but worse. Their freedom from religion and the state has not given them boundless philosophic presence, but left them standing naked and exposed to the cosmos—and an anxiety has emerged that cannot be covered up with drunkenness or upward social mobility. At the Cathedral, monks spent their time reading and contemplating—thinking which was the real magic of the place. If you take away religion, the scholarship offered by the church made people better because it at least encouraged people to be smarter. These days the shaping of minds has moved from religion to our modern media—but the imprisonment of reason is the same. To understand it, it helps to walk an ancient cathedral and visit the tombs of the most powerful people of their day and see how small their highest aims at life really where. And to notice how the cathedral architecture aimed to be bigger than anything human beings should build for worldly affairs—to reach up and touch the majestic of something greater. But they missed the point, and not all to their fault. After all they were the first to get there and we today have the benefit of hindsight. It is in that context that I found the Cathedral not a tomb of the dead, or place of the murdered, or even the destination of many pilgrimages over the centuries—but a step on the way to a heaven that isn’t so much “out there,” but much more personal. It is certainly a place worth seeing, especially to those who love books and scholarship and the zeal to be greater than our terrestrial surroundings.

Rich Hoffman

CLIFFHANGER RESEARCH & DEVELOPMENT

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The Battlefield of Canterbury: Sex, Chess, and Empires

It was a good opportunity that reflected the many challenges we see facing the world. My family had the chance to have dinner in one of those European experiments where the lines between men and women were blurred and the experiment of the nations to blend all the nationalities of the world into one earthly soup was well underway and had found its footing. It was Valentine’s Day in Canterbury, England and the many fine restaurants and pubs which lined the pedestrian area from Westgate Tower down to the famous Cathedral were surging with activity. Many couples were walking about doing the modern simulation of a “date,” yet there was something missing—and even worse—there was a lack of interest. Most of the restaurants were nearly empty when it should have been their best night of the year. What was going on? This was obviously the creation of the open border advocates because I could see couples, men and women of different races together, there were open gays, there were young and old people and there were many from east European countries bordering Russia—immigrants drawn to the charms of Canterbury treating the city like a library for which nobody ever checks out the books—but just hangs out to put their feet in a history that has little connection to them. This is what George Soros wants America to look like and was essentially a glimpse into the world of his kind for America. And it was obvious to me that it was an experiment going wrong by the second.

Canterbury reminded me of Gatlinburg, Tennessee in a lot of ways only instead of being a former logging village that had grown into a tourist hub, Canterbury was the religious center of the western world—and linchpin of literature—and had become a kind of Paris just across the Channel into the old battlefields of WWII—the quant town of Canterbury was now the hub of the wheel for European progressivism which would spill over into London eventually. It was obvious to me that the chess board had been laid out long ago—progressivism seeking to alter the very nature of the human race was using the sentiments of European history—namely the religious monuments of our Roman Catholic past to destroy those institutions in revenge for the first Crusades and the might of the English Empire which followed to undo that nation from within.

As I walked the streets of Canterbury the results on the people were obvious. The town itself watched patiently as the people within it destroyed themselves, like the body of a sick person awaiting a cold to be beaten by its immune system. Canterbury had seen many battles in its lifetime from the slaying of Sir Thomas Beckett to the current European invasion through sexual revolution—it knew where all this was going as I did. It’s crooked old buildings sagging from years of life almost laughed at the human race’s transitory appeal toward shallow water historical knowledge and it was in that sense that I found myself endeared to Canterbury. We both knew the secret and where it was taking things and that in the United States it was our fight to prevent such nonsense in the future. But the battle itself Canterbury was indifferent to. From the Roman walls of its empire conquest around 400 A.D. to the many reiterations of Dukes and Bishops fortifying Canterbury over the last thousand years—or even the recent wreckage of Hitler’s attacks during World War II, this fight was designed to overtake all the walls known to mankind and attack with the most potent weapon to date—sex.

Landing at Heathrow in London the situation was very obvious—London which was only an hour away from Canterbury by train had become a sex haven for the young and the Trojan Horse of progressivism was sitting there with everything but a sign calling it that. The nightlife of London no longer is reminiscent of a Mary Poppins story—or the utterances of modern literature in Harry Potter—it is pornography that the youth want and there are plenty of sex clubs available to promise a happy ending for the cost of admission. The obvious goal was to get people of many backgrounds to have sex and merge their biological process together in revenge for the first Crusades in the Holy Land many centuries earlier. If the people of the Mediterranean couldn’t beat the British Empire with force through literal battle, then they’d do it with sex. The net result was what I observed in Canterbury on a Valentine’s Day in 2017—passionless dating all headed to the same goal—dinner, sex—then complaining about your mate online while looking for another lover to fill the insatiable appetite and impatient nature of the typical millennial. There were no great romances going on in Canterbury which was a shame, because the city is one of the most suited places in the world for that kind of thing. What should have been a night that filled the memories of young couples forever was instead the remnants of war torn progressives who had launched themselves into a future that lacked value and ambition leaving them empty and only going through the motions. This was what we were fighting in the United States and why most people in England had voted for Brexit. They saw what I was seeing and they didn’t like it—and they wanted to save their nation before it was too late.

Human kind just can’t build a civilization on these ideas of primal devices—and sex should not be used as a weapon because it’s worse than a nuclear option. At least when a nuclear explosion occurs, you can see the damage and understand the effects. With sex, you don’t see the damage of porn addiction and the numb hearts that come with it—from men indifferent to the work of sex because the value of it was cheapened. On every corner is a willing mate to run the bases with any guy willing to step away from their online gaming long enough to remove their cloths. Not even a romantic night out in a major European city was enough anymore to do the trick because the value had been so grossly cheapened. Why go to dinner if you were going to get laid anyway? So many couples didn’t and the restaurants were suffering obviously.

Off in the corners in the second story rooms looking down into the street were the architects of this mess, the globalists who sipped wine and thought they were winning a chess game against the world that would end Anglo Saxon imperialism once and for all, defeating two centuries of rule by first the Roman Empire, then the British Empire—and now the American one. Finally through sex the nations of the world would unite back to what it was—“they think” before the Tower of Babel separated the nations into chaos so we might all be joined as one worshiping the earth as our next goddess—and where better to do it but in the shadow of Canterbury’s famous Church of England? But like all masterminds—this evil plot is about to explode in their faces and what’s left of sanity is fighting back as the youth find themselves caught between tradition and progressivism which has left them soiled like human waste waiting to be flushed. Yes, it was a chess game being played by many minds who think of themselves as one—but they aren’t very smart—and it showed.

Yet the town of Canterbury sat poised to wait out the storm as these current human beings destroy themselves with casual sex, kids out of wedlock, and mixed cultures cheapened by religions that have lost their meaning. Literature once encouraged the mind of youth to step beyond their limits, but pornography has replaced it with the promise to dump their biological anxieties with the cheapness that one uses the bathroom to dispose of the waste they gained while eating a meal. What was happening in Canterbury was projected to happen to the rest of the world if only things could last long enough. But to my eyes, all I could see was a Trojan Horse being pushed in with insurgents on board, but they were falling out of a hole in the back as they moved along, revealing the contents inside. What was happening was no surprise. It was just disgusting and the cities of the world would survive, but the goal of them and their place in the human experiment might not.

Rich Hoffman

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