To those who have read Edward Leeskalnin’s book Magnetic Current they have the fortune of knowing that it is as revolutionary as Einstein’s E=MC2. In the book Leeskalnin explains how to remove magnetic currents from objects and to manipulate them in a way that is useful. Yet the information is technically impossible by modern methods of science as there is some missing knowledge in getting from here to Leeskalnin’s assumptions. The impact of Leeskalnin’s understanding to magnetism will eventually be much more revolutionary than Tesla’s experiments with AC current as opposed to Edison’s DC. Tesla was attacked and buried by his former boss in Edison so to preserve the power grid model we see today that is unionized as a public utility—and controlled by government backed monopolies. Yet Leeskalnin and Tesla were using electrical current and magnetism in ways that tapped into the cosmic supply of that energy—which never runs out making the levitation of giant objects and perpetual use of power completely free as an obtainable possibility. The difference is essentially the Internet we have today which costs a fee to have access but once there, the world is at your feet in as much abundance as you can handle—as opposed to Obama’s attempts through the FCC to control and regulate the Internet as a public utility.
In A Book in Every Home Leeskalnin had some very interesting thoughts about the quality of an education system and how to determine if it was any good. He stated:
Now, a few words about eduation. You know we receive an education in the schools from books. All those books that people became educated from twenty-five years ago, are wrong now, and those that are good now will be wrong again twenty-five years from now. So if they are wrong then, they are also wrong now, and the one who is educated from the wrong books is not educated, he is mislead. All books that are written are wrong, the one who is not educated cannot write a book and the one who is can be proved, to possess appreciation and self control.
Now, if you lack willingness to learn, you will remain as a brute and if you do things that are not good and right, you will be a low person, and if you believe in things that cannot be proved, any feeble minded person can lead you, and if you lack appreciation, it takes away the incentive for good doing and if you lack self control you will never know the limit.
So all those lacking these characteristics in their makeup are not eduated.
Essentially what Ed was saying in a manner that reminds me of the way Sun Tzu wrote in The Art of War—which is still used today by military minds—is that most books are written by people not properly educated and of no mind to teach others. The government’s motivation in this debacle is revealed by their desire to go through the motions, yet still delivering people to an ignorant state so that they are easy to control by creating a society of the feeble minded. The government only wants to educate people in the methods of instruction that will lead to a career which serves the state—and not in the wisdom of perpetually obtaining knowledge.
To confirm the results of this vile approach just look at any slack jawed loser who has been trained by their public schools into incurable ignorance. Their minds were destroyed in public education and they now can do very little with their lives but show up at a job they trained for and vote for one of the two members of a political party. The rest of their lives are virtually wasted.
If society had listened to Tesla every home in the world could have free electrical power. There would never be grid failures but each power generation supply would operate like an air conditioning unit does now—they would run and supply free power for as long as the perpetual generator lasted instead of the J.P. Morgan backed debacle we ended up with through Edison. The government wanted unionized employees servicing a power grid, and that’s what we ended up with vulnerable to every downed tree, heavy wind, or car accident that hits a power line. Edward Leedskalnin and his anti-gravity techniques could eliminate huge power equipment for construction and manufacturing methods—but most of those suppliers of equipment are also unionized, and they don’t want average people to gain the ability to lift 20 to30 ton objects the way a child picks up a penny off the sidewalk. The technology is there, but it cannot be unlocked because government schools have taught mass swarms of individuals to think of the collective good before individual selfishness—and in that way nobody dares to provoke the systems put in place by government intrusion—to question their merits.
Yet if you step off the path the governments of the world have led you down dear reader—you will see easily that a better life is easily obtainable. Tesla discovered many of those secretes and so did Edward Leedskalnin. They tried to help people see those secrets by overcoming the public faith in a government backed education system and Leedskalnin’s books were obvious efforts toward that objective. Sadly, especially in Leedskalnin’s case he remained a hermit most of his life because it is just too tormenting for highly intelligent people like him to watch others behave so ignorantly following the same outdated education methods even in a time where the world envied the American system as the best in the world. Leedskalnin understood the deficiency and he tried to warn people of it—but they did not have a mind to listen.
Because of the poor educating methods applied to mass society, there are no minds able to unlock the secrets of Leedskalnin’s book Magnetic Current. There are only knuckle dragging assumptions that always look toward mother government for encouragement and breast milk. And the same slavery of ignorance which has persisted for millennia continues to ruin minds, destroy societies, and eradicate family structure. The only thing government schools are good for is creating compliant minds who will drink too much, shorten their lives considerably with unhealthy choices, and pay their taxes for the employment of slugs who eye every conceivable holiday with a yearning for the intoxication that comes from the hit of a bottle and too many groceries in the refrigerator—keeping them fat, dumb, and happy.
In his A Book in Every Home Leedskalnin only writes on the left side of the book leaving the right side for a future decoder of his cryptic work to decipher his numerous mathematical puzzles. He dares readers to attempt to top his work by writing their own contributions into those blank pages. Of course for my task, I’d rather leave them empty for the evolving analysis that I am conducting with his work. Rather, I will gladly place my thoughts on his work here in Overmanwarrior’s Wisdom for my readers to ponder. Leedskalnin’s written efforts are a time capsule through our own corrupted education systems softened by political communist infiltration over time. Leedskalnin’s mind was extremely observant of the human race and was unconcerned with political correctness. For me his work is refreshing as many of my thoughts are similar observations uncovered from under attempted suppressions by contemporary corruption. For instance, below is but one small section of his book that I will focus on in this article written about Leedskalnin’s view on voting. He says:
It is not sound to allow the weaklings to vote. Anyone who is too weak to make his own living is not strong enough to vote, because their weak influences weakens the state and a degenerated state cannot exist very long, but every state should be sound and lasting.
By voting, the voters dictate the state’s destiny for times to come and then allow such a weak influence to guide the state, it is not wise and so you see one should vote according to how he is carrying the State’s burden.
Another unwise thing about equal voting is that it gives the loafers and weaklings the power to take the property away from producers and stronger people, and then another unjust thing about equal voting is that it gives the loafers and weaklings the power to demand an easy life from the producers and leaders.
Self respecting producers will not stand such an injustice for long. It is not the producers’ fault when one is too weak to make his own living. The producer’s life is just as sweet as the weaklings and loafer’s life is to them. All people are independent so you see everybody will have to take care of themselves and if they cannot, they should perish and the sooner they perish the better it will be.
To be lasting, the government should be built in the same way as the Supreme power of the land “the army.” Governments have been rising and falling but the army always remains. You know there is no equality in army and so there can be no equality in the state. If you are not an equal producer you cannot be an equal consumer.
In hindsight what Leedskalnin has said has proven 100% correct. From the vantage point of the counter-culture hippies and bra burning despots, Leedskalnin was participating in hate speech, but from the context of historical accuracy, nobody could argue the truth of his statements. The only criticism possible is to declare that it is mean-spirited to allow the weak in society to perish while the strong prosper and that it is up to the intellect of mankind to outthink the whole survival of the fittest mentality. However, which is a better mentality for the collective whole, the view-point of progressives who want to raise all boats even those with holes in them determined to remain on the ocean floor, or people like Leedskalnin who thinks society should advance regardless of those who desire to be the bottom feeders drowning from their own ineptitude? Obviously, the old hippie model has brought us all the elements that Leedskalnin predicted, so it was the little 100 pound man who stood at just 5’ in stature who said that weaklings should perish if they do not desire to be strong—that society should see itself as an army not as a government of equals—because such a view forces the strong to be weak so that the weak do not feel lowered in value.
There is no modern choice for the strong but to diminish themselves to the weak as the lesser have no ambition to become strong. So when society decides to make all people equal whether they are producers or takers the takers will always have leverage over the producers. This of course leads to the monstrosity that we have today in modern politics—a valueless system of corruption and disaster—just as Leedskalnin said it would. It’s not mean to say the truth unless the desire for society at large is to hide the truth from their own eyes to fulfill a fantasy of equality as possible no matter what level of ambition that an individual exhibits.
All people are created equal, as our founding documents in America declare. From there people make choices—even the mentally handicapped have opportunities under capitalism to overcome their stature and become something more. But people have to decide if they wish to become leaders or followers. Most people desire to be led about and to follow behind someone on the cutting edge. Those people are not equal to the leaders. It takes courage to be a leader and courage is lacking from the typical follower. So when the decision to become a follower is made, those people surrender their rights to be equal to a leader. There is no way to trick the system into some behavioral nonsense when distinctions between the strong and the weak need to be made.
For the followers nobody is proposing that they be blasted into space or imprisoned for foolishness—or even left to die. Actually Leedsalnin did say it would be better for weak people to die, but what he pointed out is that a democracy cannot survive if weak people have equal rights to vote with strong people—because the weak are not qualified to make proper decisions about such matters. In modern times we can now see what happens, campaign donations are horrendously high, progressives are pushing the ignorant to vote so that they can have wind in their sails of insurrection toward communist thought and the entire political system is bent around the will of lobbyists because of the intellectual vacuum created by such a failed system. When the weak are mixed with the strong and all assumed equal, the weak bring down the value of the strong and the sum of democracy becomes lessened.
All people do start in life equally, but as decisions are made in those lives a vast number of any given social population will desire to fall behind a leader. Such people then cannot expect to have the right to vote equally with people who have proven themselves to be leaders. To allow such a thing brings about the very conditions we are struggling with in American society presently. A continuation of that commitment will only lead to more of the terrible behavior currently witnessed on the political scene.
As hard as Leedskalnin’s comments were in the context of the World War II generation toward an emerging threat that he saw percolating through his scientific observations of unquestioned genius—the results are now confirmed. The progressives ran away from such wisdom and guided society to a precipice of destruction. At the time of his writing, Leedskalnin in his little book A Book in Every Home could not prove the debacle that would soon come from the 1960s in America continuing to the present—but he did predict it. Now looking back, it is time to analyze what values we must carry with us into the future knowing what we do. To fail such a task would be to doom ourselves to our own extinction. The weak cannot be made to sap off the strong so to make everyone equal because that is the only way such a thing can occur. The sum than of such a society is one relegated to the efforts of the weak and not the strong—which does nobody any good—not the weak or the strong. So it is time to take seriously the wisdom of our past and apply it to the future and a good place to start is where Leedskalnin properly identified a potential failure in American democracy within a republic—at the voting booth and the type of people qualified to handle such an important task.
We are taught during our educations that we can only be good at one or two things at any given point in our lives, and that we must choose between what is important and what is not. Any idiot who has said these things to you lied—they were vile spinsters of bottomless deceit. They are spinsters not in the usual sense of the sexes and definition of unsanctified matrimony, but in their lack of ability to merge with the heartbeat of life living a unknowing existence driven by ignorance just as the loveless life of a spinster does not know the joy of marital bliss. By default we enter life metaphorically as a musical instrument only able to play the notes of our intellect as our development teaches us to articulate the world around us. When we are teenagers we may develop the complexity of a rock song, able to string together a few musical instruments into a catchy beat. But as we get older, our personal music should become much more complex and dynamic. And if we do things correctly, we should be conducting personal symphonies by the time we are in our middle to elderly years. The notes of our life even down to the smallest subtly should be interwoven into our existence at every level and played as one giant musical number daily. For me at this point in my life, the musical track #13 on the new Interstellar soundtrack reflects my personal level of ability to conduct a personal symphony. The music heard below starts slow but gradually increases to a pitch of very complicated musical compositions including a massive pipe organ that merges from the background music to the forefront, which is very reflective of the type of life I am living. It is a wonderful piece extremely metaphorical—personally.
Success in business should not be shackled by success at home with a family—both are important and there is no reason why you should not be able to get on the floor and play with a grandchild while juggling millions of dollars worth the assets and still articulating important philosophy to adult children. A wife needs love and cannot be neglected do to other interests, but those other interests cannot be neglected by the attention hungry spouse either—just as all music in a complex symphony wants to be heard for the grand fortissimo of their composition. The strings cannot complain that the percussion overwhelms their utterances—it is the conductor’s job to put all those notes at play. It is that step of conductor from simple musician that we must make in our lives if we are to meet the challenges before us as a waking awareness demands.
It was an especially proud moment for me when my grandson said, “OK boss,” when we were playing the other day. That is a term I use with people to let them know I see them as important and that I don’t impose my authority over them in a way that can be seen distracting. I mean it in a respectful way, and I say it to my grandson as a way to show him that his intellect is important and that I am respectful to his awaking knowledge. But as a child with limited instruments to conduct his own symphony with, he can only yet repeat what is said around him as a two-year old. But as we were playing my wife was cooking for Thanksgiving dinner, I was receiving texts from across the world needing answers, and four members of my immediate family have birthdays that desired my ordainment all within a few days of each other. There would be no way to playing all those musical instruments metaphorically speaking with a simply lyrical song such as some rap, or rock beat. Only a symphony is able to pay all those necessities the attention the simultaneously deserve. But to play them it requires a conductor to stand in front of them all and provide direction—leadership, and respect for what they all bring to the table for the composition needed.
For instance, in the Hans Zimmer piece referred, the pipe organ by itself is quite a complex instrument. It could easily be a metaphor for a needy wife or overbearing child that desires exclusive treatment. But to play just organ music when a much more complex piece of music is needed to tell the story of our lives would be to stifle our lives to that limitation, which would be destructive—and corrosive. But you cannot do as many people I know did on the night before Thanksgiving when a symphony was required in their lives to meet all their objectives—you cannot go and get into a drunken state as a declaration of indecision. All the instruments of your life need to be played and they need a conductor to make them work in unison. If things are done correctly, you will become your own personal conductor in a life of music that is enchanting and unique. But if you fail, the many instruments of your life will sit waiting for your direction and without it, they never make a sound—but just sit there rotting.
Most of the hard feelings not talked about around Thanksgiving dinner tables come from this failure to conduct the symphonies of which we all play a part. Some people just don’t feel comfortable with string instruments, or the brass. Some don’t like organ music, some prefer the piano—but the weakness is in not embracing all those elements equally and taking charge as an intellectual conductor who can hear the tiniest note mixed with the most complex fortissimo of full notes in a tight beat. Failure to embrace a full symphony in our lives and instead insist on the simple music of our youth is the source of the tragedy. There is no excuse—“but I’m only one person.” There is only the need of a conductor and the fulfillment of those terms.
I enjoyed Thanksgiving in 2014 because my personal fortissimo was much more complicated than the year before and has progressed that way for over 25 consecutive years, which is a measure I hold in relation to myself. I cannot imagine a more complex piece of personal music to conduct as the one I have performed over the last 24 hours. But I will strive next year to improve upon it as only a conductor can. It is not the job of the conductor to play every instrument in their symphony, just to have an understanding of how to play them all. To do so well takes living life and practicing with all of them—and it takes years to master. But when you do, the music that can be made as a conductor unifying all those elements together can be quite a miracle, and the benefactor of many minds who are directly, or indirectly touched by the music you make. It is possible to be good at many things and to do all those things as the same time. The difference is that we must evolve our musical tastes from the very simple—the tunes of our youth—to the tunes of an adult living a full life as masters of many complex skills played in unison to conduct music only we can for ends specific to our intentions. But we must also do so without expecting the members of our symphony to always be happy just playing instruments for us—but to encourage them to evolve into conductors of their own as their skills flourish.
It is good to encourage the members of our own personal symphonies to be their own boss in due time so that the music that enters the world can evolve into the complex utterances that existence demands without the restriction of excuses and lazy, paranoid, lackluster that would rather bask in drunkenness than to shoulder the responsibility of living life as a conductor for the next grand fortissimo. When I say to people, “OK boss,” it is to get them past the shock of authority so that they can as quickly as possible settle in to conducting their own music the way only they can. It is to step beyond that silly human need to be important by title only—and to step up to the podium and before an awaiting orchestra to begin a tune lead by a conductor who has mastered every instrument and is uniquely positioned to lead them all without pretense.
What am I most thankful to on Thanksgiving—music—the hidden beats of intellects striving to be heard against the cold repression of stoic indifference and fear of the unknown.
I really like Edward Leedskalnin. He was my kind of guy and is one of those obscure geniuses who never had a fair shake during his lifetime, but likely held the secrets that many in the human race most decidedly crave. It is likely that he had the intelligence of Einstein without the fame or platform—and being a natural recluse whose hobby was “thinking,” the outside world just never considered the importance of his work or gave him the respect he deserved. But Leedskalnin likely preferred it that way.
Edward Leedskalnin was born January 12, 1887, according to World War I draft registration records, in Stāmeriena parish, Latvia. Little is known of his childhood, aside from the fact that he was not wealthy and achieved only a fourth-grade education. However Edward was a sickly boy, and often spent his time inside reading books — eventually leading him to discontinue his schooling as it “bored him”. For Ed, his development of a yearning to obtain knowledge became a passionate and potent driving force in many endeavors throughout his later life.[2] At the age of 26, he was engaged to marry Agnes Scuffs, a girl ten years younger.[3] However, the girl that Leedskalnin referred to as his “Sweet Sixteen” broke the engagement the night before their wedding, so he emigrated to North America[4] where he found work in various lumber camps in Canada, California, and Texas.
Then, after contracting a case of tuberculosis, Leedskalnin moved to the warmer climate of Florida around 1919, where he purchased a small piece of land in Florida City. Over the next 20 years, Leedskalnin putatively constructed and lived within a massive coral monument he called “Rock Gate Park”, dedicated to the girl who had left him years before. Working alone at night, Leedskalnin eventually quarried and sculpted over 1,100 short tons (997,903 kg) of coral into a monument that would later be known as the Coral Castle. He used various basic tools, several made from timber and parts of an old Ford; first he built a house out of coral and timber, then he gradually built the monuments for which he is famous.[4] In spite of his private nature, he eventually opened his monument to the public, offering tours for 10 cents. He was a surprisingly accommodating host, even cooking hot dogs for visiting children in a pressure cooker of his own invention.
When people asked Leedskalnin how he had moved all of the stone by himself, he refused to give over his method and would only reply to whoever was asking with the same statement: “I understand the laws of weight and leverage and I know the secrets of the people who built the pyramids (being those at the site at Giza in Egypt).”
He was also a writer and published a few books, one on education and politics, and another on the mysteries of magnetism. Leedskalnin’s first and longest booklet, a treatise on moral education, was printed on only the left-hand pages, and begins with the following preface:
Reader, if for any reason you do not like the things I say in the little book, I left just as much space as I used, so you can write your own opinion opposite it and see if you can do better.
The Author
In the first section, Leedskalnin vents his anger at his “Sweet Sixteen”, arguing that girls should be kept pure, and that boys are primarily a soiling influence upon them. On page 4 of A Book in Every Home, Leedskalnin writes:
“Everything we do should be for some good purpose but as everybody knows there is nothing good that can come to a girl from a fresh boy. When a girl is sixteen or seventeen years old, she is as good as she ever will be, but when a boy is sixteen years old, he is then fresher than in all his stages of development. He is then not big enough to work but he is too big to be kept in a nursery and then to allow such a fresh thing to soil a girl — it could not work on my girl. Now I will tell you about soiling. Anything that is done, if it is done with the right party it is all right, but when it is done with the wrong party, it is soiling, and concerning those fresh boys with the girls, it is wrong every time.”
The second section continues along the theme of moral education, with several aphorisms aimed at parents regarding the proper way to raise children. The last, “Political” section reveals that the reclusive Leedskalnin had strong political views. He advocates voting for property owners only (and in proportion to their holdings), and argues that “Anyone who is too weak to make his own living is not strong enough to vote.”
Some writers have suggested that Leedskalnin’s booklet contains further information on his electromagnetic research and philosophies encoded in its pages, and the blank pages are provided for the reader to fill in their decrypted solutions. It has also been suggested that Leedskalnin’s frequent referral to his “Sweet Sixteen” may in fact refer to the numerological and/or scientific relevance of the number sixteen to his research and theories.[6]
Leedskalnin’s ideas may appear unusual. He wrote that a mother’s most important task is to ensure that her daughter remains “chaste and faithful”:[4]
“In case a girl’s mamma thinks that there is a boy somewhere who needs experience then she, herself, could pose as an experimental station for that fresh boy to practice on and so save the girl. Nothing can hurt her any more. She has already gone through all the experience that can be gone through and so in her case it would be all right”
I find myself agreeing emphatically with Leedskalnin on most of his social and political positions and believe that he was tapped into the elusive power of magnetism as they have a direct effect on concepts of anti-gravity manipulation. His science as obscure as it was indicated by his writing was firmly rooted in a value system driven obviously by the lost love of a potential wife whom it appears he never got over. He applied his massive intellect toward building a magnificent castle garden for her, but she never came. Even at the turn of the century, he was already observing the corrosive effect that males have on females when he references how they “soil them.” And he’s right, just imagine what his thoughts of girls today would be—they are “soiled” at age 11 and 12 now through the same public education system that he found so boring.
Leedskalnin chose to be a recluse it appears for similar reasons that I limit my social contacts—because people are disappointing—they often fail to live up to their potential and are often relegated to poor personal standards. Leedskalnin saw one of those social failures occurring at the young age of women becoming soiled by males—which then lowers the ambition of the males ones they get what they wanted—the benefits of the young woman’s loins. I often have similar thoughts, older women look too often like used up husks and males no longer want to hunt in their loins since the endeavor becomes easy. So the males turn toward younger women not yet ruined by life and its disappointments. Currently we have an education system which seeks to exacerbate this crisis instead of rectifying it with value and that is certainly not good for civilization. Knowing these kinds of things makes dealing with people difficult—deeply laborious in fact—because people can only take from you and have little to give back leaving the thinking person always feeling emptied by such human presences.
So are people like Leedskalnin wrong? Of course not, nobody else in America or the world currently has been levitating three-ton rocks around with anti-gravity devices—no university has discovered his secrets through his decoded writings. He left hints, but a non-thinking world just doesn’t have what it takes to perform the task. And to him the origin of the problem was with women—a woman that left him at the altar likely for a more exciting man. He blames the girl’s mother for not establishing the proper virtue in causing her heart to behold a man who could lift massive stones with just simple garden tools and an ancient secret as opposed to the football star, the Wall Street financier, or the fancy pants scum bag who could purchase a large diamond for her finger to show off to her friends. A failure to have a society of quality women has led to a degeneration of men who simply no longer wish to work for anything any more—especially sex. The young men of our day are a grotesque species pampered from birth to have everything given to them so as adults they only want to soil up women to deposit themselves in so that they can return back to their video games. It is that loss of intellect that has prevented others from discovering the secrets of Leedskalnin even though he posed the challenge gently hoping for takers to solve his riddles. Sadly, most of a century later—he has not had any real takers because of the soiled women and lazy men rotten from their public educations. I like Leedskalnin so much because for once I feel like I’m not the only one saying these kinds of things. For society, they have to weigh out the value of collective foolishness over individual genius—such as what Edward Leedskalnin had. For me, I’ll pick the advice of a guy who can levitate giant rocks over the average Joe who only wants to soil women, any day of the week. The values of the two are not even relative to one another. And it is in the former that the keys to civilization’s future reside. The trouble is that we do not teach our young to recognize this value—which is a tragic loss to human potential now and so long as it continues.
To explain why Obama’s executive order on immigration is so dangerous requires a bit of a deconstruction—then rebuilt education. John Boehner doesn’t understand it, nor does Mitch McConnell or most of Washington D.C. for that matter. Most members of upper management in typical company structures and the typical unionized slug—they don’t get it. Most every member of every college, most members of the various social clubs, most public school administrators—they don’t get it either. The real evil that is the net result of Obama’s executive orders imposed during his particular presidency are lost to most people because they have lost the definition of value and forgotten the importance of merit. Glenn Beck had a wonderful break-down of the post executive order Obama imposition with the following video describing how Obama’s executive order destroys the value of merit among immigrants and why that is so dangerous, and destructive to the American experience.
If you really care about somebody—or some people—the responsible thing is not to rob them of their merit, their ability to earn for themselves knowledge, resources and experience. For instance when raising a child it is better to let them walk than to carry them around, even if there is danger such as crossing a busy street. If you teach the child self-reliance, they will be able to do it without help in the future empowering them to navigate the world safely. Carrying the child might seem compassionate, but ultimately robs them of the ability to function without the assistance of others—and the opinions that come with them. Merit cannot be purchased with a degree from college. A piece of paper on the wall of an office does not make anyone qualified to be one of the “wise ones” as people like Obama believe. The pretense that one can buy a degree with money and time invested into a four to eight year education is a false one. The belief that the pain earned through trials and tribulations could be avoided was the primary reason that post World War II parents sent their children to college only to be corrupted there by left-winged radicals teaching the social safety net of big progressive government—and those kids had kids of their own who are among the laziest and discombobulated yet known to the human race. Too many from that age group have a hard time getting up to go to work let along leading productive lives because they have had merit ripped from their lives by an education process that sought to destroy it with the promise that obedience to organizational charts would solve all the world’s problems.
Obama is addicted to the organizational chart of Washington D.C. politics. His Democratic party was destroyed by Republicans in virtually every corner of the nation and they are blaming him for his bad presidency. Democrats still feel that Obama didn’t do enough to help many senators and congressional members win seats during the 2014 Election. Obama was so toxic that many didn’t want his help, but now with clarity of hindsight and the need to blame someone beside themselves Obama is a good person to charge. Obama being the typical improperly educated oaf that he is spent a lifetime of having everything given to him by a mother who was guilty of placing him in bad male company, grandparents guilty of raising a crappy daughter who became a crappy mother—lovers of his mother who were communist revolutionaries, and college professors who wanted to blow up the federal government but instead invested their efforts into the color of Obama’s skin to place him behind American defense and into the White House to undo the Western Imperial evil imposing its will to the rest of the world. Obama as a kid never had a chance. He had merit robbed from him as a kid and has since stood wherever other people told him to and said what they wrote for him to read from. He has no thoughts of his own, he is not his own man—Obama is an imprisoned soul destroyed from birth and raised to be a terrorist bureaucrat using organizational charts to replace merit to rule over others. So when Democrats lost the election of 2014 the powers that move Obama’s mouth—those “Open Border” advocates, those radicals at Think Progress and other ultra liberal organizations demanded that Obama accomplish something in his last two years beneficial to them so to cut their loses. That’s why Obama signed the executive order for illegal immigrants offering protection at the voting booth for Democrats already losing the philosophical debate across the North American continent.
Obama however is a rather typical person even though he gets to maintain the illusion of being a king from the Oval Office. There are too many people now in America addicted to their offices, to their nameplates, to their titles yet they are ineffective as leaders because they lost the value of merit in their lives believing that papers like executive orders and college degrees could be suitable substitutes. They were wrong. Most businesses across the world now function with complete idiots at their helm because of this treacherous disease taught in colleges of every kind that a plutocracy, bureaucracy, or even a monarchy has more value than a meritocracy. Yet America was founded by those seeking a meritocracy not a democracy which would simply issue by popular opinion who the ruling class would be over those who were supposed to be subjects based on how many years they attended a university. In the Obama way of thinking college professors because they never really leave the education system should rule the world because they put the most years into an education system that creates the democracy which then issues out power through popular elections. In that type of system, giving millions of illegal immigrants the ability to vote for Democrats out of sheer thankfulness makes sense to a person vacant of values.
But the Republicans aren’t any better—they don’t understand anything that I just said because they are functioning from their own plutocracy and bureaucracy view points. They want to be in power too with a belief that they rule over others just because popular opinion placed them into an office. So they foolishly sued a president that actually controls the legal system—and is a snake oil lawyer to begin with—meaning their silly piece of paper will do nothing and go nowhere. There is no merit in Republican actions, so there will be no respect for their actions. Their lawsuit is just another piece of worthless paper passing from one hand of bureaucrats to another.
There is nothing worse than a worthless person who needs their ego massaged and people who function in life like Obama cost more to the organizations that employ them than anything they attempt to productively do. They are worthless because their beliefs cause them to believe in organizational charts over the value of merit so their focus is always to climb higher on that chart so that they can sign an executive order like Obama did, instead of actually performing tasks that require thought and skill in concert with others operating from the same motivations. Worthless people don’t begin that way—but are taught to be that way through their education systems. Most children are wonderful until their parents screw them up with the assistance of 13 years of government schooling. Meet a child at 7 and the world is open to them—their eyes are bright and wisdom is emitting from them by the handfuls. Meet a child ten years later at 17 and often you have a slug—a confused oaf lost, confused, and primarily concerned with satisfying their animal instincts—eating, disposing of their waste, and reproducing through mating customs. You meet a future Obamanation of young fools ill prepared to live in a meritocracy perfectly willing to surrender their lives to rulers—because they are crippled in their educations of how to think with value instead of social structure.
That is what Obama did with his executive order aimed at amnesty for illegal immigrants. It is also why everyone is missing the point in the aftermath. A nation cannot survive if it does not function from merit—that desire to earn things instead of being given them. Too many kids today expect to just show up for something and be given money, or a piece of paper telling them they are good, or smart. But they lack the merit in actually earning it. Obama has spent his life in this way, so he sees no reason to just make it easy for illegal immigrants to become citizens—after all his party all along wanted to overload the system so to bring down the financial power of Imperial America from the inside anyway—and amnesty helps them do it. Yet, Obama just put another nail in the coffin of merit showing millions of young people that the organizational chart is more important than earning a living the honorable way. Obama has demonstrated that if you can get to the top of the organization chart with lies, deceit, and even corruption that you can literally write laws that control the lives of millions of others. That is where the failure in Obama’s executive order for illegal immigrants is of an utmost travesty in justice—not because it breaks the law in so many ways—but takes aim at merit in America and suppresses it even further than it was before Obama’s demoralizing presidency.
Yet another labor union is making itself the laughing stock of American manufacturing. A labor dispute which has been going on for quite a long time from ILWU Local 25 on the west coast involving oversea container shipping has created a bottleneck of great inconvenience during the holiday season. Being the collectivist slugs that they are, union members upset at their contract terms—or lack thereof, are deliberating dragging their feet causing mountains of product to sit idle at their docks awaiting transport. Reuters reported the issue this way:
(Reuters) – Tension over prolonged labor talks between maritime shippers and the union representing 20,000 West Coast dockworkers has erupted in public as the two sides blamed each other for escalating cargo congestion at the two busiest U.S. container ports.
As of Tuesday, 14 freighters were anchored waiting for space to enter the twin ports of Los Angeles and Long Beach, where container cargo traffic has been backing up for about a month, delaying deliveries of last-minute holiday merchandise, port and retail officials said.
The number of cargo ships kept waiting outside the two ports ranged from about eight to 15 on any given day since the backups began around mid-October, said Phillip Sanfield, a spokesman for the Port of Los Angeles.
“On a normal day, we rarely have ships waiting at anchor unless they want to be there,” he said.
Los Angeles and Long Beach rank as the nation’s No. 1 and 2 container ports by volume, together handling 43 percent of all containerized goods entering the United States.
The congestion crisis there comes as labor negotiations between the International Longshore and Warehouse Union and the Pacific Maritime Association, representing terminal operators and ocean carriers, have dragged on well past the June 30 expiration of the dockworkers’ latest contract.
Management has accused the union of orchestrating work slowdowns by its members, first at ports in the Pacific Northwest, and then at Los Angeles and Long Beach, to create leverage at the bargaining table.
Union officials acknowledge that individual dockworkers may be acting out their frustration over the pace of contract talks, but deny organizing protest delays. They point to other factors that port officials cite as the main reasons for gridlock.
Even as the union workers deny they are protesting a quick look at the literature from their website will reveal the intentions of their psychosis. The unions often involve themselves in community fundraising activities so that they can trick the local population into believing their intentions are good. But their radical socialist roots demonstrate their general social philosophy as revealed below—which is excessively evident by their own words. Their hatred of “management” is essentially the exact same animosity pulled from the pages of Karl Marx. Management—any management—is to be fought and beaten and left to the “will of the people.” Have a read for yourself:
Hundreds of visitors attending the Port of Anacortes “Bier on the Pier” festival and “Floating Boat Show” in early October encountered a giant banner with a hard-hitting message: “Port of Anacortes: blowing your tax dollars, unfair to maintenance workers, accountability now!”
The banner and public outreach materials were distributed by a dozen Port workers, local community members, supporters from ILWU Local 25, the Inlandboatmen’s Union (IBU), Electrical Workers (IBEW) Local 191, Carpenters Local 756, plus staff and volunteers from “We Do the Work” radio. Visitors attending the events showed concern about problems being raised by Port workers. Hundreds accepted leaflets explaining how maintenance workers at the Port are trying to keep things running safely and smoothly – while Port bureaucrats are breaking labor laws and wasting public funds.
Last November, the Port’s maintenance workers voted to join ILWU Local 25. They made their decision after facing years of mismanagement and abusive treatment from Port supervisors.
Instead of honoring the workers’ decision and cooperating with employees, managers ordered workers to attend mandatory meetings with Port executives who threatened union= supporters for wearing ILWU buttons. The Port workers held their ground.
“We refused to be intimidated, stood up together for respect, and voted to form our union after the managers illegally threatened us,” said Mike Wray, a Port maintenance employee.
The Washington State Public Employment Relations Commission (PERC) ruled in September that Port management acted improperly and outside the law. “The State validated what workers and community members have been saying publicly for= months now,” said Dave Bost, one of several maintenance workers who was threatened by Port managers.
After winning their union election, maintenance workers began to seek afair contract – while management continued violating the law.
Port managers illegally changed the employees’ health plan; eliminated parking options for maintenance workers and obstructed union testimony before state investigators – by allowing a management witnesses to stay on the clock while Local 25 members were forced to use vacation, unpaid or comp time to testify in a PERC hearing over illegal management activity.
Port administrators recently admitted to a local newspaper that they’ve spent over $50,000 in public funds so far on private lawyers to negotiate a simple contract with employees. As of November, community members estimate that the Port’s legal fees are approaching $100,000.
The dispute described centers on the “legal right” to organize against management, and when management fights back in any way at all—it is castigated. The next terrorist attempt is to make the management feel the pain for not giving in to the extortion practice of organizing against them in the first place. The union intention is to make management feel pain one way or another with the message intended to destroy their resistance to aggressive—unified take over of the company management of resources.
Every time I hear a story like this I am embarrassed for American productivity, the lack of “can do” attitude that it creates for foreign markets. There is nothing more embarrassing than to explain to an export destination overseas that they do not have a product from the United States because some small mentality scanky union dudes are dragging ass at the shipping docks because they want more money or a better health care package. Labor strikes in general speak of a lack of personal pride in the production of one’s work, and only illustrate a commitment to collective ambition toward the mediocre. There is nothing good that comes out of a work stoppage except as an act of terrorism against productivity. There is no justification, there is no upside to allowing shipping docks to stack with product while a bunch of dock workers stand around talking about Ariana Grande’s rear end puffing away on cigarettes that mandate they have good health coverage because of their own irresponsibly lifestyles. They are an embarrassment to American productivity and a shame to global commerce.
Regarding space travel versus these Taoist monk progressives who are so obsessed with their mind/body dichotomy that they stay all their lives so treacherously grounded to the earth–space to the extent that you can see the curvature of the earth easily is only 22 miles straight up. A bicycle rider could cover that distance in a couple of hours, a car could knock out that travel time in less than 15 minutes. There really isn’t much above us considering the massive amount of space that is beyond those 22 miles of atmosphere. The International Space Station orbits on average above the earth between 173 miles to 266. That is the usual distance between most major cities in the Midwest and can be covered within a few short hours of car travel time. It’s not that far—at all. Yet people like Arthur Rosenfeld think that the human mind should remain tethered to the ground so that we can align ourselves to our mind and body through Tai Chi exercises.
In college I met tons of these idiots. On the U.C. campus I used to eat breakfast every morning in Coryville at a little place right across from the Kroger store. Inside with me were many of the college professors who had the same habit before reporting to class. I would often do my morning reading which often composed of material well beyond their grasp—some of it Kip Thorne’s work. They would gather over coffee and omelets and wear their Taoist jewelry under their sport coats and argue with me over the same type of things that Arthur Rosenfeld did after seeing Interstellar, most of it playful banter until they realized they couldn’t change my mind. What I learned from my college experience was that those people in that little breakfast shop were destroying the minds of every American youth who attended their classes. They were not equipped to teach anybody anything regarding spirituality, science, or even politics when their frame of reference was rooted to progressive philosophy in such a way that the answers to life’s difficulties were not explored just 22 miles above our heads—but instead around the other side of the world and down the road in the latest government created slum.
Arthur Rosenfeld is a typical progressive—he is a mind firmly anchored to the ground much like a jealous small-minded parent who fears for their five-year old to ride a bicycle down the driveway without a helmet. He is part of that “safety first” culture when it crushes the natural spirit of adventure. Instead he offers to quiet the mind so that you can hear the voices of the earth and all its animals relegating oneself to its grim limitations like a jealous mother who cannot let go of a treasured son or daughter. After seeing Interstellar Rosenfeld wrote a remarkably small-minded review in the Huffington Post, linked below. But of that article, there were a few paragraphs that stood out as exceptionally ridiculous reminding me so intensely of those nutty U.C. college professors who used to share breakfast over arguments in Coryville and convinced me that progressives could not be helped—that they were not content to just live and let live—but desired with a military-like fervor to put shackles on the mind of mankind so to keep them within their own intellectual comfort zones. Progressives were detrimental to every mind they attempted to teach. Read those excerpts below with my comments following:
Posted: 11/14/2014 8:29 am EST Updated: 11/14/2014 9:59 am EST
Despite the marvelous special effects and the great lengths gone to by the filmmakers to imaginatively render singularities, Interstellar misses the chance to be either an inspiring or cautionary tale. Instead, the film lionizes precisely those social elements that are most reprehensible and scary, and lauds precisely those psychological traits that we must excoriate if we are truly to save our planet and survive along with it. More, instead of juxtaposing technology and consciousness, science and morality as James Cameron did in Avatar, director Christopher Nolan panders to our primitive urge to resort to fantasy rather than reality when facing the very problems that have put humanity in its current pickle.
Jim Cameron’s film, Avatar was a progressive journey against capitalist endeavor. The corporation in the film was the villain and the heroes were a bunch of natives who were plugged into the consciousness of their planet. With each failed marriage in Cameron’s personal life he moved more and more away from the logic of the truck driver he used to be—which was obvious in his early films, like Terminator, and even the Abyss and started forming his political beliefs around the pick-up lines he used on subsequent love interests. Females, because of their unique ability to have children are sympathetic to the resonance of Mother Earth and the metaphor of their children growing up and leaving them is not lost to the concept the plight of mankind leaving the earth to journey into space. When a human male wants to gain the sexual favor of a female he will often appeal to this “motherhood” aspect of females to lure them into his bed. If he likes them, he might try to marry them, and in James Cameron’s case—he went through this process many times looking for love that never really lived up to his cinematic brilliance. So he has moved toward female view points after many marriages as opposed to finding females that leaned toward him. Avatar was the result of a pick-up line that became a movie. This is why many women vote for Democrats because progressive liberals appeal to this motherhood neurosis.
Mankind is at its adolescence and space is essentially like moving out into one’s own first apartment. It doesn’t mean that we abandoned our parents on earth, but that we have to form a healthy relationship where our destiny is shaped by our own thoughts instead of the home planet. Rosenfeld is proposing that Interstellar had an obligation to accentuate how irresponsible mankind is—like the film Koyaanisqatsi—which Interstellar resembles often. Instead, Interstellar boldly declares that man’s mind is the answer to everything in the universe and this is what Rosenfeld finds so reprehensible.
To sort through the razzle-dazzle and get to what really makes this movie so reprehensible requires some straight talk about who we humans really are and are not, both in the physical and spiritual sense. Physically, we are one species among millions, living an impermanent existence against an ever-changing bio-geological backdrop. If we are unique, it is not because we are the most intelligent species on the planet (that honor likely goes to whales), nor because we are the most enduring (look to cycads and roaches instead) but because, in addition to being stunningly resourceful, creative, potentially loving and deeply spiritual, we are also the most hubristic, self-absorbed, and destructive.
Animals are collectivists; I have not seen a whale build a rocket to the moon, or a new car to speed their transit across the earth. Whales especially are a matriarchal society which is a progressive metaphor for their religion of earth worship, so it is not to be ignored that Rosenfeld uses whales as an example of the type of earthly animal species that deserves inclusion as the earth’s most intelligent species. Give me a break. Whales are wonderful; they are magnificent to look at. I respect their right to live in the ocean and not to have their mating habits infringed upon—but when a whale gains the ability to run a company and produce more than an ocean full of shit—then I might be willing to entertain the notion that whales need to be considered intelligent. But again, Rosenfeld proposes that humans are just one species and that it is our task to slow our minds down to the tiniest insect and to listen to what they have to say as an equal species.
Just yesterday I was conversing with a person and was aware of a Chinese stink bug that was crawling along the side of a table. I was careful not to lean against that table as I was trying not to bring harm to it. Well, the person I was speaking with without any ill intent leaned against the table killing the poor little insect by crushing three of its legs. It fell to the ground for a slow death completely unintentional and I felt bad for it. I tried to save it, but the insect was in a place it didn’t belong and it was crushed by man’s progress just like the millions of bugs that are smashed on the front of our cars and under our feet. To people like Rosenfeld we are supposed to limit this behavior almost to the point of non action, but in the scheme of the universe—of the potential life that is “out there” even the largest whale is of the importance of a bug. Entire species can be killed easily with a simple meteor impact into the ocean or a few degrees of temperature change induced by radiation from the sun. Only human beings have emerged with a mind to so dramatically change their fate as to be simple bugs crawling on the side of a table with life and death timed out so perfectly between revolutions of the earth around the sun. Humans have come to know themselves by how many times the earth circles the sun. To the young women who cries at her waning youth complaining about how many candles are on her birthday cake representing age 40, her crises is that the first forty times she traveled on the earth around the sun provided her with youthful growth, and the next forty will be a gradual decline into death where her body is placed into the earth to be forgotten forever—so she is sad.
There is nothing brilliant about animals when they yield to those in a pecking order who are stronger and faster than they are—or older and more experienced. When humans follow the same patterns they end up worshiping people like Rosenfeld who hope to think of themselves at the top of an intellectual pyramid in a collective based society where he can be the one to teach others to tap into that common fountain of knowledge that we share through the tiniest insect during his Tai Chi exercises. Interstellar is about leaving this corrupting behavior behind and overcoming their restrictions. In the future, it is people like Rosenfeld who have destroyed invention, destroyed education, and destroyed politics leaving mankind to scribble in the dirt waiting to die. Interstellar offers an alternative and that is why Rosenfeld disliked the movie.
Let’s stop making movies like this, or, at least, let’s stop watching them. They freeze our hearts, turn our brains to mush, and delude our children into believing in Scientism, the latest and most dangerous of man’s religions. If we are going to explore, let’s explore our spiritual landscapes in a quest for an antidote to all such fantastical belief systems. Let’s find a mindful, balanced, and harmonious alternative to hating and killing everyone and everything in the name of what we say we believe. Let’s create cinematic masterworks that exhort us to cherish the planet we have, and all the wonders upon it, rather than jettison it in favor of new turf to kill.
Here is likely the most ridiculous statement I have heard in a long time—Rosenfeld actually proposes that movies like Interstellar shouldn’t be made in a free society full of competing ideas. As much as I like Star Wars, I’m not a huge fan of the “Force,” as it reminds me too much of people like Rosenfeld who don’t quite “get it.” I can watch those movies and enjoy them taking what I like and leaving behind what I don’t. But Rosenfeld actually proposes either a boycott of Interstellar, or cutting off the ability to produce such works of art because he doesn’t like the message.
There was no proposal in Interstellar to kill another species while they were in space looking for another earth-like planet to settle on. Rosenfeld suggests that there be a kind of social cinema board who sits around and actually decides the type of content which should be made into a film. In some ways—there already is within the studio system where progressive money often does just this very thing. It is amazing that Christopher Nolan has managed to make his kind of movie in that studio environment—but if you look at a chart of how many counties in America are politically red, it is no wonder that Nolan does so well at the box office—because he makes movies for the type of people who often get ignored by progressives like Rosenfeld. The farmer/hunter from the Midwest doesn’t give a rat’s ass about some urban progressive like Rosenfeld who wants to “feel the earth” while in line at Starbucks. The farmer is in the dirt every day and the content of Interstellar is very appealing to them—“they” get it.
Rosenfeld actually attacks the premise of science which is a ghastly mistake proposing that our “spiritual landscapes” are far more important than the vast blackness just a few miles above our heads. To maintain the type of political order where progressives like Rosenfeld get to be the “leader of the pack” on earth teaching people to honor the defeated Indian tribes and all their superstitions or think that whales are the most intelligent species on earth they cannot have competition to those beliefs, so they attack anything that might disrupt their scam against the human intellect.
I keep waiting for whales to build a cool shopping mall on the bottom of the ocean, and I eagerly await the next whale feature film about their life and habitat—their latest drama about how upset their matriarchs get when they seek to change mating locations 20 miles north of their birth place instead of the traditional nesting grounds. And I can’t wait until whales send their own into space on a rocket built of sea shells using compressed water as a propulsion system. Maybe if they are really smart, which Rosenfeld believes they are, they’ll use a couple of dolphins to run smaller scout ships into orbit around Mars so they can begin to seek a new ocean planet where natives of the intellect of Rosenfeld fall in nicely to whale worship and are happy to sacrifice goats, cows and other human beings to the Gods of the ocean to keep the whales living prosperously lumbering around in peace for all eternity.
To Rosenfeld progress—the products of man’s mind is the real villain. To his religious fanaticism any attempt to supplant nature as the superior guiding force is reprehensible. If one does not yield to nature, they are harming it—so every shopping mall, every Starbucks, every movie that does not pander to this earthly belief should be attacked and ridiculed. That is the limited mind of the progressive and why I just can’t stand them. I learned to hate them while I was in college and I never yielded to their rhetoric even in small ways—and for that I am infinitely grateful. Over time, those professors found some place else to eat and left me alone—which suited me just fine. The owner of the restaurant was in distress about the many arguments we often had—and when only I was left, it brought him much pain—much like the aforementioned stink bug—a casualty of intellectual competition. The professors took their four tables of left-leaning progressive hippies and started meeting across the street at Perkins and I spent my breakfast periods alone with my books and my omelet each morning happy for the solitude. Within four months, over the summer break, the owner had to close down due to a lack of business. So I moved across the street into Perkins and those same college professors left for someplace else–again. They did not want to sit near me because I would not give them the illusion that they were right about their limited world view. So they did what they always do, they picked up their act and went somewhere among their own kind so that they could live in the illusion of their falsehood. And what happens when people spend their whole lives in that condition—they become people like Arthur Rosenfeld. The appeal for me of Interstellar would be that I could leave the earth to get away from people like that—or—that they might get on a ship and leave for some hippie planet far away—just as the college professors did at our breakfast restaurant—leaving me to enjoy my life in peace—away from their corrupt minds and small perspective.
I once had an interesting discussion with Skip Press, the author of several books on screenwriting and an instructor of the topic in Hollywood. He was even kind enough to put me in touch with Steven Spielberg’s manager but in my endeavors I hit a brick wall of opposition there centering on the ridiculous progressive belief that characters written for the screen needed to be flawed. Skip Press is a good guy and a very helpful and generous person—but he and I disagreed fundamentally about the very nature of character narrative. He will tell writers that the best way to get a screenplay funded and made for the big screen in Hollywood is to write a comedy, a vampire flick, or a story filled with flawed characters that mass audiences can relate to. I on the other hand have no interest in such topics, my characters are always strong—nearly flawlessly strong, and they take life very seriously—certainly not a comedic flair for the irrelevant. There are no fart jokes in my material—so Skip tried to advise me where I was wrong and needed to correct my approach—which I was not interested in resulting in the referred to “wall.”
Over many years I stand by my argument, there are many vampire flicks that have come and gone, many comedies that have drifted off into irrelevancy—but the kind of films I have always loved and are still loved by millions even if the quality of the originals are cheesy–have stuck around. To that consideration, I wrote my novel Tail of the Dragon which stayed sold-out at Amazon.com nine months of the year my publisher carried it as a direct tribute to the Dukes of Hazzard and Smokey and the Bandit violating every modern law of content writing—because I still love those stories and wanted to update that type of content. And I’m not alone. Recently as an ad for Auto Trader illustrated with great spectacle the Duke boys returned to their famous car the General Lee to film a two-minute commercial that featured a good old classic car chase. Bo and Luke Duke were looking for a faster, more updated General Lee to outrun the more modern police cars in hot pursuit. It was a lot of fun, and a very clever campaign which can be seen above. To see how that commercial was made—which I found more interesting, see the making of it below.
The Dukes of Hazzard was a dynamic slapstick comedy and each of the characters was an exaggeration of a real life counterpart. Boss Hogg was the epitome of the crony capitalist corrupt to his very core with a name resembling a pig. Daisy Duke, who still has an impact on our modern culture with Daisy Duke shorts was a dream girl who was nice, loyal, beautiful, feminine enough to be everyone’s favorite mother, sister, or wife, but strong enough to hold her own with the guys. Then of course there were the Duke Boys, Bo and Luke. Both of the guys looked like male models and were good clean people who didn’t drink too much, did not smoke, did not curse, and always—always helped people who were in trouble. They were the closest thing to perfect human beings that there was on television and at the end of each show they always won. They always overcame any obstacle and achieved their objective without being hateful monsters.
Now, over 35 years later people still hunger for that show. They still want Bo and Luke Duke as the Auto Trader commercial eloquently displayed. Their popularity is so intense that there is even a 2014 Christmas album coming out featuring the characters from the Dukes of Hazzard. That old television show is still popular, even with young people who weren’t even born when it originally aired. It was nice to see Tom Wopat and John Schneider playing the Dukes again. Wopat was (63) in that Auto Trader commercial and still in fantastic shape. Schneider was (54) and has even been successful as a song writer and performer—after all he became a born-again Christian while living with none other than Johnny Cash. They are just good dudes who have spent their careers making decently clean entertainment. But for all of their lives no matter what they do elsewhere, they will always be known as the Duke Boys which they embrace openly.
That returns us back to the premise that Hollywood screenplays should feature, comedies, vampires, or some other emotional travesty to become a viable seller–and the answer is a resounding NO. Hollywood is losing massive amounts of money by producing that kind of crap as opposed to more of the material represented by the Duke Boys. Movie audiences want bold, flawless characters as much as possible. If they want flaws, they’ll look in the mirror for free. They go to the movies and watch television to see something greater—not to revel in mediocrity.
Hollywood as they currently are for the most part with only a few exceptions—mostly coming from filmmakers like Christopher Nolan and his brother, and a few others—are completely wrong in their selections of cinematic material to purchase and produce. The Hollywood studio system is a rudderless vessel caught in the tumultuous chaos of river rapids. By default their projects will move down river although not very efficiently. They bounce off a lot of rocks in the process and take on enormous damage—and they are slow to get where they want to go. Material like the Dukes of Hazzard may be frowned upon by the social reformers who think it’s better to get wet and banged up in the rapids of life toward humbling imperfection as opposed to just jumping over the river in the General Lee—but they would be wrong. Nobody remembers the loser who chooses to just cruise down the rapids of story telling—they remember the daredevils who seek to leap the gorge and the river all together—and those that survive are always loved and memorialized for their valor in the effort. That is what the Dukes of Hazzard mean to our 2014 American culture.
It is better to have characters who are so larger than life that they are silly compared to reality than to have grimly realistic characters who really aren’t much better than the slugs who often populate the lives of most people. It is in that yearning that Bo and Luke Duke still have star appeal and represent a time when men were men, women were women, and good wanted to defeat evil instead of make friends with it that fuels that hunger for the Duke Boys. Hollywood has missed many opportunities convincing nice screenwriters like Skip Press that they need to bend their projects to the will of movie producers who fall in love with Democratic politicians and feel good social policies. The core of America does not relate—so the lack of box office take and quick life-spans of most modern films—such as 22 Jump Street and Let’s be Cops will always lose their audience before the Duke Boys or a classic Clint Eastwood cop drama like Dirty Harry. Average is not memorable, but super good is—and in the context of television and movies in modern entertainment, there were few better than Bo and Luke Duke. Their short two-minute commercial for Auto Trader was better than most feature films and television from over the last 30 years—and that is truly a sad statement that only Hollywood can look in the mirror and blame.
The Freedom Outpost got it right when they captured a story about Dr. David Pook who is one of the co-authors of the new Common Core standards. Most politicians including Jeb Bush, and financiers like Bill Gates think that by just stating they are dedicated to better education is equivalent to a financial commitment, or a new policy. They fail to understand that the content of the type of education that government schools build by their policies will have a direct impact on the success or failure of education methods. It is not enough just to say you support something, and it is not enough to throw money at it. Education has to be of a type of content that is actually useful. And as many studies into Common Core have revealed, it is clear that its content was assembled by radical leftists who intend to instruct young people into become future radicals. In that regard, David Pook was caught—the details as reported are below:
According to Onan Coca, “Dr. David Pook is a professor at Granite State College in Manchester, New Hampshire. He’s also the chair of the History Department and one of the authors of the Common Core standards. He was a guest at the New Hampshire Institute of Politics when he opened up on his reasons for participating in the creation of the Common Core standards.”
So what were his reasons? You are about to learn the motivation behind Common Core.
According to Dr. Pook, he helped write it to balance the scales because he, and many others, are benefiting from some mythical ‘white privilege‘ that was not earned.
It is impossible for any hope nice guys like Bill Gates and Jeb Bush could obtain as far as education quality when they surrender Common Core to radicals like Dr. Pook who is an obvious bleeding heart liberal given extreme power to destroy the minds of young people through progressive nonsense.
White privilege in 2014 America is a myth—it does not exist. The quality of one people over another is completely dictated by the content of their character. It is impossible to build a productive culture when young people want to live a “narco” life as opposed to a Christian rancher, or an engineer with six years of schooling directly applicable to their field of study. Those two lifestyles are not compatible—one will be successful one will not and it has nothing—absolutely nothing—to do with skin color.
There is no way Common Core could work even under the best of circumstances—because government schools are run by progressive labor unions and the policies are set by pin-headed politicians. When radical liberals are allowed to set the pace for all the nations’ standards on education—then failure on a massive scale will be the direct by-product. This is what has happened even in these early phases and every governor who has signed up their states to operate under Common Core standards—they have doomed their youth through the education system to guaranteed failure unprepared for adulthood. Bill Gates Company Microsoft invented the Excel spreadsheet which I think is one of the most magnificent inventions of the 20th century. Using his spreadsheets the path to failure in public education is very easy to see—the numbers simply don’t add up to success when it is front loaded with progressive garbage and liberal jargon.
There is nothing positive which can come out of a belief in white privilege other than the belief that goods and services are dished out based on the color of one’s skin—which is absolutely not the case. It is the decisions that one makes with their life which dictates if they will live as a parasitic scum in a government slum, or a productive six figure earner living in a suburban neighborhood where the greatest crime occurring is the occasional toilet paper tossed across lawns during graduation periods.
David Pook is just another example of why it is dangerous to depend on one common standard set by government for students to achieve ignoring the benefits of competition to make those standards better. Without competition people like Pook look like geniuses—but with competition, they look like the idiot radicals that they really are. That is why they support a Common Core standard in the first place—and why it is wrong and vile taking American children backwards toward liberalism instead of forward to productive success—regardless of sex or skin color.
On August 25, 2011, four vehicles loaded with armed Los Zetas gunmen pulled up to the entrance of Casino Royale in Monterrey, Nuevo Leon, Mexico. After spraying the entrance of the casino with gunfire, they dumped gallons of gasoline at the doors and set the building ablaze. Officials claim that 52 people, mostly women, were killed in the resulting fire. Some sources indicate that the body count may have been even higher. When several members of Los Zetas were arrested, they claimed they had not intended to kill anyone, but were simply trying to intimidate the owners of the casino, who had refused to pay extortion money.
To those who passively contemplate support of the open border movement which is a major push behind amnesty and the current flood of illegal immigrants over the southern American border, and support the legalization of marijuana you are functioning from the possession of Santa Muerta, the grim reaper-like figure of the Mexican people. She has had many tributes paid to her begging safe passage of drug trafficking shipments into the United States and is the premier deity of the drug culture cartels which currently run Mexico with as much furious terrorism as ISIS is conducting in Iraq and the Syrian border. To understand how much of a threat these terrorist organizations are to American life–watch the video below. To understand how much they have penetrated our culture from the streets of New York, Los Angeles, and Chicago on down to the smallest street in the Midwest—to the music industry, into movies, into the “gangsta’ culture” of little street thugs who walk around with their pants halfway pulled down playing Grand Theft Auto into the small hours of the morning—the many shrines to Santa Muerta can be found along the coveted I-35 artery in Southern Texas. It is that curse against America invoked by the drug lords of Mexico—who have shaped young American minds and seek to destroy the country one drug shipment at a time.
Nuestra Señora de la Santa Muerte or, colloquially, Santa Muerte (Spanish for Our Lady of the Holy Death), is a female folk saint venerated primarily in Mexico and the Southwestern United States. A personification of death, she is associated with healing, protection, and safe delivery to the afterlife by her devotees.[1] Despite opposition by the Catholic Church, her cult arose from popular Mexican folk belief, a syncretism between indigenous Mesoamerican and Spanish Catholic beliefs and practices. Since the pre-Columbian era Mexican culture has maintained a certain reverence towards death,[2] which can be seen in the widespread commemoration of the syncretic Day of the Dead.[3] Elements of that celebration include the use of skeletons to remind people of their mortality.[4] The worship is condemned by the Catholic Church in Mexico as invalid, but it is firmly entrenched among Mexico’s lower working classes and various elements of society deemed as “outcasts”.[5]
Santa Muerte generally appears as a female skeletal figure, clad in a long robe and holding one or more objects, usually a scythe and a globe.[6] Her robe can be of any color, as more specific images of the figure vary widely from devotee to devotee and according to the rite being performed or the petition being made.[7] As the worship of Santa Muerte was clandestine until the 20th century, most prayers and other rites have been traditionally performed privately in the home. However, for the past ten years or so, worship has become more public, especially in Mexico City after Enriqueta Romero initiated her famous Mexico City shrine in 2001.[4][8][9] The number of believers in Santa Muerte has grown over the past ten to twenty years, to several million followers in Mexico, the United States, and parts of Central America. Santa Muerte has similar male counterparts in the Americas, such as the skeletal folk saints San La Muerte of Argentina and Rey Pascual of Guatemala.[9]
Santa Muerte is now found commonly on college campuses all across America, in marijuana stores particularly in Denver and soon Washington D.C. She is a direct result of the drug cartels and their products—which is essentially the economy of the oppressed Mexicans—oppressed by the terrorism of the drug trade—a product designed to destroy human minds for short-term relief by mental evasion. No culture can survive drug abuse and with each state which ponders the legalization of marijuana for any reason—for every libertarian who begs for the “right to get high” Santa Muerte is whispering in your ear for acceptance of her death grip on your life—sent to you from the offerings given by the drug runners of the cartels.
If American law enforcement wanted to catch these drug runners all they would have to do is arrest those offering flowers, candy, fruits, water, bread or incense to the many shrines along southern American highways. There is nearly a 100% chance that a major drug trafficker would be caught. But for every cartel worker caught and put in jail covered in Santa Muerte tattoos another takes his place because Americans want to get stoned, they want to conduct their lives under the influence of intoxicants and wish to give in to the temptations promised by the evil hand of Santa Muerte who dances through their dreams with rebellious rapture and declarations of independence away from their parents of square minded conservatives.
The drug lords of Mexico fight each other constantly for territorial rights into the points of entry into America—like the I-35 corridor—which result in the kind of assassinations described at the Casino Royale in Monterrey. Those drug lords consult the supernatural aid of Santa Muerte and hope that with all the billions of dollars they inject into open border polices through American magazines, music, and movies that the minds of America will loosen up. The resistance to their drug products by American law enforcement will make legalization more appealing if supernatural aid lends a hand. Sante Muerte does not wish to operate so discreetly—she wants to be out in the open and have shrines of tribute to her from every home that has been touched by her vile evil. By flooding the border with immigrants it makes drug trafficking easier losing less shipments per run past American authorities. And with every stoned abuser in the States an alley to Sante Muerte is utilized. With legalization of marijuana comes a guaranteed supply of Mexico’s top product flowing across the border as a legitimate business. The governments of Mexico believe they can then gain control of their cartels by making the illegal activity legal and taxable—which will take away the massive profits currently enjoyed. But the drug cartels also support legalization because they can then operate legitimately out in the open and will no longer have to hide in the mountains of the Sierra Madre. They will be free to live on the coasts in Mexico, in the resort towns and sell their product directly. As resistance to border patrols weakens the DEA seizure of shipments there is more of a chance of the products reaching their destinations in Cincinnati, Indianapolis and Kansas City. With legalization of marijuana it will make smuggling cocaine, opium, and other drugs much more profitable mixed in with those shipments. That is the real intention of drug legalization and open borders advocated by the drug cartels.
Santa Muerte is the demon who is attempting to whisper America into a curse induced sleep—who seduces politicians into loose border policies so to help the drugs get to their destinations, to the abusers who want those drugs, and to the short-lived seduction of their result. Santa Muerte influence is spreading among young people who have adopted the word “narco” to refer to a lifestyle they wish to embody delivered to their minds by Santa Muerte through music and video games carrying her influence to the rudderless youth of the millennial generation. After the election of 2014 and vote to legalize marijuana in Washington D.C. it is the granted wish of Santa Muerte at work eating the offered fruit of a drug lord in Northern Mexico–fulfilling their wishes that is most at work. Soon the system will be overwhelmed, and the DEA will be defunded and Santa Muerte will rule the economy of America for the first time in history—out in the open.
Santa Muerte is already in the life of most Americans and is far more dangerous than ISIS or any Islamic driven terrorist organization. They have penetrated the culture of the United States to such an extent that they operate nearly invisible to the inquiries of the media and the conscious mind of the typical suburbanite. Santa Muerte is in the bars of Key West and strewn throughout the Caribbean and has gently whispered America into a deep sleep by her intoxicating curses of inaction. She is the greatest threat to America that there is as she is the mistress of the many drug cartels and their vile evil which seeks to destroy American capitalism with “narco-capitlism” which is essentially a more brutal form of communism. To understand it read this example from a New Yorker story of May 5th by Patrick Radden Keefe—a remarkable tale called “The Hunt for El Chapo.” Read the whole story at the link following.
Guzmán had other weaknesses. “He loves the gourmet food,” a D.E.A. official told me. From time to time, he would be spotted at an elegant restaurant in Sinaloa or in a neighboring state. The choreography was always the same. Diners would be startled by a team of gunmen, who would politely but firmly demand their telephones, promising that they would be returned at the end of the evening. Chapo and his entourage would come in and feast on shrimp and steak, then thank the other diners for their forbearance, return the telephones, pick up the tab for everyone, and head off into the night.
That is “narco-capitalism” and the desire of Sante Muerte for America—and she’s in your life one way or another right now and her influence is gaining momentum quickly.
On August 25, 2011, four vehicles loaded with armed Los Zetas gunmen pulled up to the entrance of Casino Royale in Monterrey, Nuevo Leon, Mexico. After spraying the entrance of the casino with gunfire, they dumped gallons of gasoline at the doors and set the building ablaze. Officials claim that 52 people, mostly women, were killed in the resulting fire. Some sources indicate that the body count may have been even higher. When several members of Los Zetas were arrested, they claimed they had not intended to kill anyone, but were simply trying to intimidate the owners of the casino, who had refused to pay extortion money.
To those who passively contemplate support of the open boarder movement which is a major push behind amnesty and the current flood of illegal immigrants over the southern American border, and support the legalization of marijuana you are functioning from the possession of Santa Muerta, the grim reaper-like figure of the Mexican people. She has had many tributes paid to her begging safe passage of drug trafficking shipments into the United States and is the premier deity of the drug culture cartels which currently run Mexico with as much furious terrorism as ISIS is conducting in Iraq and the Syrian boarder. To understand how much of a threat these terrorist organizations are to American life–watch the video below. To understand how much they have penetrated our culture from the streets of New York, Los Angeles, and Chicago on down to the smallest street in the Midwest—to the music industry, into movies, into the “gangsta’ culture” of little street thugs who walk around with their pants halfway pulled down playing Grand Theft Auto into the small hours of the morning—the many shrines to Santa Muerta can be found along the coveted I-35 artery in Southern Texas. It is that curse against America invoked by the drug lords of Mexico—who have shaped young American minds and seek to destroy the country one drug shipment at a time.
Nuestra Señora de la Santa Muerte or, colloquially, Santa Muerte (Spanish for Our Lady of the Holy Death), is a female folk saint venerated primarily in Mexico and the Southwestern United States. A personification of death, she is associated with healing, protection, and safe delivery to the afterlife by her devotees.[1] Despite opposition by the Catholic Church, her cult arose from popular Mexican folk belief, a syncretism between indigenous Mesoamerican and Spanish Catholic beliefs and practices. Since the pre-Columbian era Mexican culture has maintained a certain reverence towards death,[2] which can be seen in the widespread commemoration of the syncretic Day of the Dead.[3] Elements of that celebration include the use of skeletons to remind people of their mortality.[4] The worship is condemned by the Catholic Church in Mexico as invalid, but it is firmly entrenched among Mexico’s lower working classes and various elements of society deemed as “outcasts”.[5]
Santa Muerte generally appears as a female skeletal figure, clad in a long robe and holding one or more objects, usually a scythe and a globe.[6] Her robe can be of any color, as more specific images of the figure vary widely from devotee to devotee and according to the rite being performed or the petition being made.[7] As the worship of Santa Muerte was clandestine until the 20th century, most prayers and other rites have been traditionally performed privately in the home. However, for the past ten years or so, worship has become more public, especially in Mexico City after Enriqueta Romero initiated her famous Mexico City shrine in 2001.[4][8][9] The number of believers in Santa Muerte has grown over the past ten to twenty years, to several million followers in Mexico, the United States, and parts of Central America. Santa Muerte has similar male counterparts in the Americas, such as the skeletal folk saints San La Muerte of Argentina and Rey Pascual of Guatemala.[9]
Santa Muerte is now found commonly on college campuses all across America, in marijuana stores particularly in Denver and soon Washington D.C. She is a direct result of the drug cartels and their products—which is essentially the economy of the oppressed Mexicans—oppressed by the terrorism of the drug trade—a product designed to destroy human minds for short term relief by mental evasion. No culture can survive drug abuse and with each state which ponders the legalization of marijuana for any reason—for every libertarian who begs for the “right to get high” Santa Muerte is whispering in your ear for acceptance of her death grip on your life—sent to you from the offerings given by the drug runners of the cartels.
If American law enforcement wanted to catch these drug runners all they would have to do is arrest those offering flowers, candy, fruits, water, bread or incense to the many shrines along southern American highways. There is nearly a 100% chance that a major drug trafficker would be caught. But for every cartel worker caught and put in jail covered in Santa Muerte tattoos another takes his place because Americans want to get stoned, they want to conduct their lives under the influence of intoxicants and wish to give in to the temptations promised by the evil hand of Santa Muerte who dances through their dreams with rebellious rapture and declarations of independence away from their parents of square minded conservatives.
The drug lords of Mexico fight each other constantly for territorial rights into the points of entry into America—like the I-35 corridor—which result in the kind of assassinations described at the Casino Royale in Monterrey. Those drug lords consult the supernatural aid of Santa Muerte and hope that with all the billions of dollars they inject into open border polices through American magazines, music, and movies that the minds of America will loosen up. The resistance to their drug products by American law enforcement will make legalization more appealing if supernatural aid lends a hand. Sante Muerte does not wish to operate so discreetly—she wants to be out in the open and have shrines of tribute to her from every home that has been touched by her vile evil. By flooding the border with immigrants it makes drug trafficking easier losing less shipments per run past American authorities. And with every stoned abuser in the States an alley to Sante Muerte is utilized. With legalization of marijuana comes a guaranteed supply of Mexico’s top product flowing across the border as a legitimate business. The governments of Mexico believe they can then gain control of their cartels by making the illegal activity legal and taxable—which will take away the massive profits currently enjoyed. But the drug cartels also support legalization because they can then operate legitimately out in the open and will no longer have to hide in the mountains of the Sierra Madre. They will be free to live on the coasts in Mexico, in the resort towns and sell their product directly. As resistance to border patrols weakens the DEA seizure of shipments there is more of a chance of the products reaching their destinations in Cincinnati, Indianapolis and Kansas City. With legalization of marijuana it will make smuggling cocaine, opium, and other drugs much more profitable mixed in with those shipments. That is the real intention of drug legalization and open borders advocated by the drug cartels.
Santa Muerte is the demon who is attempting to whisper America into a curse induced sleep—who seduces politicians into loose border policies so to help the drugs get to their destinations, to the abusers who want those drugs, and to the short-lived seduction of their result. Santa Muerte influence is spreading among young people who have adopted the word “narco” to refer to a lifestyle they wish to embody delivered to their minds by Santa Muerte through music and video games carrying her influence to the rudderless youth of the millennial generation. After the election of 2014 and vote to legalize marijuana in Washington D.C. it is the granted wish of Santa Muerte at work eating the offered fruit of a drug lord in Northern Mexico–fulfilling their wishes that is most at work. Soon the system will be overwhelmed, and the DEA will be defunded and Santa Muerte will rule the economy of America for the first time in history—out in the open.
Santa Muerte is already in the life of most Americans and is far more dangerous than ISIS or any Islamic driven terrorist organization. They have penetrated the culture of the United States to such an extent that they operate nearly invisible to the inquiries of the media and the conscious mind of the typical suburbanite. Santa Muerte is in the bars of Key West and strewn throughout the Caribbean and has gently whispered America into a deep sleep by her intoxicating curses of inaction. She is the greatest threat to America that there is as she is the mistress of the many drug cartels and their vile evil which seeks to destroy American capitalism with “narco-capitlism” which is essentially a more brutal form of communism. To understand it read this example from a New Yorker story of May 5th by Patrick Radden Keefe—a remarkable tale called “The Hunt for El Chapo.” Read the whole story at the link following.
Guzmán had other weaknesses. “He loves the gourmet food,” a D.E.A. official told me. From time to time, he would be spotted at an elegant restaurant in Sinaloa or in a neighboring state. The choreography was always the same. Diners would be startled by a team of gunmen, who would politely but firmly demand their telephones, promising that they would be returned at the end of the evening. Chapo and his entourage would come in and feast on shrimp and steak, then thank the other diners for their forbearance, return the telephones, pick up the tab for everyone, and head off into the night.
That is “narco-capitalism” and the desire of Sante Muerte for America—and she’s in your life one way or another right now and her influence is gaining momentum quickly.
