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The Literature of Canterbury: Why America needs to embrace being smarter

I have to be critical of the United States in an unusual way, because my trip to Europe lately was not so much for leisure or extravagance, which has certainly been a part of it. It was to tie up loose ends started many decades ago in many facets of my life. If I didn’t enjoy making money, spending time with my family, and shooting guns—I would have been very happy to be a PHD scholar who spends all his time reading and going over old maps musing about the world and where it’s been and where it’s going.  To a smaller extent, I do that with this blog, which many people think is extensive and tenacious—but it is far from where I’d like to be if I could just commit all my time to literature which I would enjoy immensely.  Unfortunately, I can’t—you have to make decisions in life and time is not infinite—as much as it should be.  Literature for me is a hobby, a foundation for my soul and has always been my secret little joy that I do when everyone goes to bed, or runs out to a dance club.  It’s always been like that for me, and it always will.  So when I had a chance to go to Europe, eat at a three Michelan Star Chef Ramsey restaurant in Chelsea, England and live for a while on the streets of Canterbury, England where much of my favorite literature was born—I did it.canterbury13

Before getting too far ahead however, I have to say that if Donald Trump had not been elected president—I would not have taken the trip. This visit to Canterbury is because of Donald Trump.  I see clearly that America avoided a very narrow precipice toward destruction and now there is a significant opportunity for a major cultural shift in America that will lead the world toward better things.  In all actuality, it reminds me of the Roman conquest of Briton and the pagan tribes which attempted to hold them back.  But it was no use, Rome was a superior culture and it moved into the area that would become Canterbury bringing with it a culture that would mold the future of England forever.  Once the Empire united the kingdom with Christianity Rome fell from power and by 500 AD leaving the area ripe for conquest and that’s when the Indo-Europeans (Celts) moved in and took over the culture.  Then the Vikings knocked on the door and by the time St Augustine was writing his City of God and setting up the first religious center in England just outside the city walls of Canterbury in AD 598 Canterbury has emerged as a hotbed of the foundations of what it met to be human.  It inherited an oriental religion from the Romans which destroyed the empire from the inside out—much the way communism has destroyed modern Europe—all collectivist based societies follow the same trend.  You see the Indo-European came from the region of the Black Sea and had exposure for years to the orient which had worked its way around the south of the Mediterranean Sea for a time.  Jesus Christ had picked up on some of this in the desert during his years of formulation developed through wondering until the events which led to his execution for disrupting the political order of the day.  So it was Catholicism that was inserted upon a culture in Briton which collided with the old pagan stories and gave rise to the Arthurian legends, then The Canterbury Tales, and eventually the work of Charles Dickens and a cast of characters in literature that exceeds description.  Many of the most powerful and persuasive literary figures of our modern times—from 500 AD to the present—worked within a 100 miles of Canterbury.  With that in mind dear reader, you might understand the context of this pilgrimage and why it was so important to me.canterbury15

Here I was walking the same streets that Geoffery Chaucer and Charles Dickens had along with the playwright Marlow and I was witnessing something remarkable. The people of England at least from London to the east coast may be a lot of things—but they were at least very literate.  They read books and they enjoyed the English language.  Now to be honest, part of that is that their roads are too small, so they can’t drive anywhere quick, and their television is terrible.  Their art and culture is certainly built on their reputations, not on their present actions but at least they read.  I was in several book stores in Canterbury during my time in living within the city recently and I saw titles that I had never seen displayed simply because people actually buy them in England.  Back home, the Barnes & Noble in West Chester which is quite large, or the same store on Newport on the Levee carry a lot of books, but they are more geared toward the trends of today—the things that sell in America—50 Shades of Grey, Harry Potter, and Game of Thrones.  In England, people still read for fun and they do it often—which shows directly in their language.

Even the stupid people in England are smarter than most people in the United States and you can tell that by the way people speak and how their minds frame ideas. In England people naturally treat their language with great emphasis on the intelligence from which it pours forth and they take the time to guard it—where in America we have adopted every slang term imposed on us by every trend that has emerged.  For example, one criticism that many have about me is that I use too many big words when speaking to them.  They think I’m purposely trying to make them feel stupid because they don’t have the same vocabulary range that I do.  But that’s not necessarily the case.  I have read so many books over the years that I speak that way naturally all the time—it is a function of being literate.  Just like a body builder might have big muscles, a person who reads a lot will have a well-defined intellect.  And in England they do.  I heard a homeless person just yesterday uttering rhetoric of insanity about the stars in the sky and he was using words in such a way that the average suburbanite in America never does—because it’s not part of their experience.  The American has given up on literature and actually embraces stupidity to make “others” feel better about their lackluster existence where in England they tend to look at such people as “rubbish” and treat them as such.  They figure if someone isn’t going to learn the proper words for things—then they probably don’t have much value for things and should be discarded.

As I provided this little history lesson to set up this idea, the English language of Canterbury and all the literature that followed was not indigenous to the area. Many cultures rose and fell before Geoffrey Chaucer wrote his masterpiece Canterbury Tales so it’s not like they are preserving some deep history.  It is just the nature of those people to embrace thinking even if the root cause of their economic depravity and lack of scientific invention is rooted in their incursion of an oriental religion—Christianity.  Their foundations into literature at least have elevated their culture to have a solid foundation to build from, and America would do well to adopt those same methods.canterbury14

I went to many museums around London, Paris, and Canterbury and I can report that the children are different from they are in America. Parents still teach their kids things in England and form strong bonds that last their lifetimes whereas in America too much Paris has migrated into our culture there and people are too rootless to teach children much of anything—and that is a mistake.  Intelligence should be celebrated and nurtured, not avoided and pissed upon—and in America we take it for granted.  We celebrate stupidity and it shows in our values for books and the process for learning.

The election of Donald Trump I know is going to make a lot of people unhappy, because like the cultures in Europe conquered by so many superior cultures, this new president is a game changer. He may be viewed in history the way William the Conqueror was in England, or even Napoleon in France.  As much as history baulks at such aggressive characters it is in their wake that great works of art have furthered the human race and the same will now happen in America—the “Trumpian age.”  So part of that new Trumpian age needs to embrace literature.  Trump himself may not be the most literate person in the world, but he doesn’t need to be.  The values that come out of his presidency however could—and that starts with embracing values that are positive and throwing away those that aren’t.  As I said at the beginning of this, if Hillary Clinton were still president, I would not have taken this trip to Europe.  I wouldn’t want to see what the progressives wanted to do to America.  But now I can visit and observe the mistakes and the successes, and bring home the summation of both to apply to American culture.  And the most obvious thing to me is the protection of the written word and elevating its value in our North American culture.   That alone would go a long way to solving many of our national problems—teaching people to read again and to enjoy the process would go a long way to enriching our American life to be the leader of the free world and all those wanting to become free.   It all starts with what you accept in your mind—which therefor comes out in your mouth.  And in Canterbury, England, they still love their literature and for me it was a relief to see.

Rich Hoffman

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

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

Of course you’ll want proof dear reader of my bombastic statements, especially in regard to these so-called “Not My President” rallies which “sprang up” across the world, particularly in the progressive cities of New York, Chicago and Los Angeles. I happened to be in London for a number of reasons, and was down by Parliament to see Theresa May defend Brexit from the House of Lords attempting to waver back in the direction of Tony Blair and the avocation of a “European Union” which again is a Socialist International plot to spread global socialism then communism to every corner of the world.  It was in fact in London where Karl Marx did most of his work toward that collective based monstrosity that leads directly to economic depravity. So I happened to be right next to the “spontaneous” group that gathered in the park across from parliament in the shadow of Big Ben which was made to look so much bigger on television than it really was.  And I gathered up the pictures you need as proof to understand what I’m saying and have been now for many years.  Socialist advocates are behind all these global protests, even the Black Lives Matter endeavors.  They do not want peace with anything in a capitalist country and cannot be reasoned with.  So as a civilization we must drag them kicking and screaming to a bitter bloody ending across the finish line of prosperity and ignore their utterings—because in the scheme of things they are completely worthless.trump-protests4

You will notice from the pictures I took at the London rally all the red tents—well those were there to pass out socialist literature—and there were a lot of them. In many ways, it broke my heart to see so many red flag waving socialists and their tents of Marxism set up at the feet of Winston Churchill’s statue.  He would be literally rolling over in his grave if he knew that—because it goes against everything we fought in World War II and many other wars.  The Marxist types who formed this destructive philosophy started in the mid-19th Century and everywhere they proposed themselves destruction and war has been in their wake.  Today their influence is everywhere, from the union strike of British Airways by their cabin crew looking for a “living wage” to the nearly complete conquest of the Asian countries by communism as it flowed down out of Russia into those villages of China, Korea, and Vietnam.  In fact that whole mess in China and Vietnam started just a few miles to the south of these London protests in Paris where the future Vietnamese leader wanted a voice at the Treaty Versailles convention.  He didn’t get it, so he went to the rickety little building across the street that was spreading communism in Paris and they did listen to him—so be became philosophically aligned and the rest is history.  The protests of the Vietnam War by the press wasn’t so much about the many deaths that the United States and other countries suffered among their young people fighting communism there—it was that those armies fighting Ho Chi Minh were trying to stop communism which the political left were trying to advance in the same manner that these protests in London against Donald Trump were being presented.trump-protests5

What was even stranger about the London protests is that the people participating were not people who voted for Donald Trump. In the United States, at least they could claim to be concerned about a president they didn’t vote for.  Heck, I never accepted Barack Obama as my president—and it had nothing to do with his color.  He was an idiot advocating global socialism which was why I rejected him.  So I can understand people who didn’t vote for Donald Trump being upset—because I have been for the last 24 years in not having a good president in the White House whom I could respect.   But in London, these people were so concerned about Donald Trump that they felt they had to protest as if he were already the president of the world—which actually tells you quite a lot about the role America plays in global matters.  The socialist know that Donald Trump could destroy all the progressive gains they’ve made against capitalism for the last 100 years, and it is that which they are fighting against.trump-protests2

The people at the rally in London were not just concerned moms afraid that they wouldn’t be able to kill a baby if they engaged in reckless sex with some libitard at a late night bar covered in cologne from Harrod’s on a wild night in London, or gay rights advocates hoping to water down the sexes so that expectations of behavior would be bent to the most lazy of our society allowing unclean losers to have a shot at more potential “partners” than they do now—or complacent idiots who want to play video games all day could with a “living wage” so they would not have to worry about working a real job and paying all their bills—their rent, their cars, and their online fees. They were pawns in a giant game of chess intent to weaken the human race.  As I looked at their faces close up their stories were obvious.  Most of the men were the type who had moms who did pay all their fees for online gaming because the women felt guilty at not providing strong role models for the young lads who were now stringy haired losers barely able to function in society.  The loudest voices at that rally were the type of young men who had watched many lovers enter their mother’s lives and dirty her up leaving them without the prospect of a good clean family life into their adulthoods—so they turned to collectivist philosophies as a way to normalize their personal tragedies—and now Donald Trump was a severe threat to their choices made so far in life.  But even the conditions which made those young protestors are the result of liberal policies—the young women their mom’s used to be were taught they could have the world and everything in it if only they asked for it.  If they wanted to sleep with lots of men, they had the pill.  If they acquired AIDS through reckless sex, they’d have Hollywood stars show up at their bedside and sing songs to the media.  They were taught that lives were conducted without consequence and that big daddy government would be the new husband while Hollywood helped cultivate the image that the great men of the world would now be versions of Homer Simpson.  Now the people who bought that view of the world most were forced to deal with an alpha male Donald Trump who had a gorgeous supermodel wife who was an immigrant herself which diffuses all their arguments toward socialism, and they are genuinely terrified.  This wasn’t the world they were promised as budding young socialists.  The capitalists were coming back in style and no matter what tricks they played, people weren’t listening.trump-protests3

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

Rich Hoffman

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rich Hoffman

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Review of the Restaurant Gordon Ramsay in Chelsea, London: A culinary journey that starts at the door

img_2418Seldom does something ever exceed the way it is envisioned in one’s mind, but when it does, the circumstances of its uniqueness, and quality, often haunt you with eternal wanting, hoping to duplicate the experiences which never does happen again. That’s what happened to my wife and I along with my oldest daughter and my son-in-law after celebrating my wife’s birthday at the Restaurant Gordon Ramsay in Chelsea, London.  It was an experience well beyond celebrity that deserves quite a discussion so please do sit down dear reader and take a bit of a literary journey, because it will be worth it.  I promise.

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It was a few weeks before Thanksgiving 2016 in the United States and my wife and I were watching several recorded Chef Ramsay shows on our DVR, which we had to catch up on due to the recent election which took a higher priority—and we were feeling good about things for the first time in a long time. So we were in a celebratory mood and started talking about her upcoming birthday—still many months off at that point—but the discussion arose and she revealed that if she could do anything in the world, she wanted to go to a Chef Ramsay restaurant.  Of course we discussed going to one of them in Las Vegas, or New York but neither of those options sounded good to her.  She wanted to go back to where his whole media empire started and taste the food from what is considered to be the best of his best restaurants—the tiny little thing he started in first which has maintained his three star Michelan-rating for almost two decades now.  After all, there are only three such restaurants in all of London making the Restaurant Gordon Ramsay one of the best restaurant’s in all of Europe—which is saying a lot considering how much emphasis food and wine are to the birthplace of western culture.  That was after all why my wife and I watch Chef Ramsay together  I like his management style—she likes his playful domestic manner and creativity in the kitchen—so his many television shows are something we enjoy as a couple.  img_2417So not surprising when I posed the question—where would you like to go on your birthday—no matter where in the world—what would it be, and she flatly stated she would like to go to the Restaurant Gordon Ramsay.  From there I found ways and reasons to make it happen and now that much is history.  We made reservations exactly 90 days in advance and booked our travel arrangements immediately.  The Restaurant Gordon Ramsay is the kind of place that penalizes you if you cancel so we understood that we were making a commitment to something half a world away that demanded we be there at a certain specific time and in a manner of dress—a “smart dress code.”   Once we made that reservation for us, there was no going back.img_2384

Fast forward to a bumpy plane ride across the Atlantic, a train ride from Canterbury where it is my daughter’s second home and a long walk from Charing Cross station way up in Westminster, London. We intended to walk to Chelsea and see the sites along the way dressed formally.  We knew the walk would be long so we gave ourselves an hour and a half to get to the restaurant and as it turned out, we barely made it by our 1 PM reservation.  My wife had brought walking shoes for the hike, and had to literally change into her high heeled boots once we arrived with three minutes to spare in front of the Restaurant Gordon Ramsay with three minutes to spare and sweat running down our faces from an unusually warm February afternoon.  It was from there that we were launched on a culinary journey which started down a long narrow hall that to me was quite purposeful, the entrance was very artistic in that it kept visitors from seeing the dining room until one entered the heart of the restaurant almost like the journey down a birth canal into a resurrection at the reception area.img_2387

My curiosity about the place which persisted well into our meal was that for Chef Ramsay, who is a major star on the Fox television network in the United States—this restaurant in Chelsea for all its reputation is very, very small. It was all he could afford as a young 33-year-old entrepreneur trying to make it big in London for the first time after being taught in the high-pressure wringer of French society and the delicacies of being a top tier chef and among the best of the best.  You would think there would be large neon signs pointing to this little treasure—or that they’d move the location to someplace more spectacular.  Yet the little restaurant was situated along Royal Hospital Road just a few blocks up from the River Themes.  It was in a residential neighborhood hidden literally from the world with only a little autographed sign by the door to reveal what was hidden to the world inside.  Yet this little place that could barely hold 50 people was filled to the brim on a Friday afternoon and it stayed that way for our entire 3-hour culinary journey which never stopped trying to impress us even at the very end when we were given a tour of the kitchen by the maître d’hôtel which I thought was highly unusual. Yes, it was extraordinarily expensive as should be expected but it’s the kind of place that you don’t go unless you are prepared for that kind of thing, where a bill can easily run up over $1000 dollars US for a table of four. Most people dining with us at lunch looked to average about 375 GBD ($465 US) per person at a table especially those who ordered off the Prestige menu or took advantage of the A la carte menu which allowed visitors to really dive down deep into the culinary experience.  By the time you added a few bottles of wine such as the Chateau d’ Esclans ‘Garrus’ Cotes de Provence, the costs of the meal naturally escalated into the figures mentioned.  But you really don’t go to a restaurant like this thinking about the money.  You come to these places with disposable income and you don’t think about the bill otherwise you’ve defeated the experience.img_2389

With that in mind we ordered off the lunch menu which was more than sophisticated enough for us. I ordered a three-course meal which started with a Dexter beef tartare complete with nasturtiums and Manni olive oil, a Jerusalem artichoke, a Roast venison with Jerusalem artichoke, alliums, and elderberry ketchup followed finally by a Custard tart with blood orange, mint, and mascarpone sorbet.  That last bit of dessert was simply jaw dropping delicious.  It all was, but the desert really impressed me.  My family picked other items from the lunch menu and the diversity was too much for me to keep track of—and the chef was nice enough to throw in extra surprises as they called them—almost a whole new meal worth—and my wife was treated with a small chocolate dessert with a simple candle on it for her birthday that looked like it was art on a plate.  As we were asked how our meal had been I had told them that it was to die for—which the maître d’hôtel responded, “but don’t die yet—for we have more for you.”  That is when the staff would bring out little extra bits for us to try to swoon over until we realized that we had been eating for over three hours—which was the longest dinning experience I had ever had.img_2381

So how do they keep that valuable three-Michelan star rating—well, they were not short on staff. Even though the dining room was extremely small—as I said—it would be lucky to hold 50 people, they had literally enough staff to nearly fill that restaurant if you combined all the behind the line staff with the front of house.  My son-in-law went to the restroom at one point and his napkin fell on the floor.  My daughter picked it up to put it back in his chair thinking that it hadn’t violated the “5 second rule.”  But one of the dining room workers had swept in to gather it up and replace it with a clean one, and we didn’t even know anybody was watching us.  There was always someone there to pull out one of our chairs to let us up, or tuck us back in after returning to our table, to keep our tables free of used dishes or even to pluck up bread crumbs that had fallen away while eating bread samples.  One thing for sure, Chef Ramsay might have been in Hollywood most of the time now working on his television shows after getting this little restaurant in Chelsea off the ground with three intense years of hard work personally put forth by him as the foundation—but he wasn’t taking any chances with this place.img_2382

I watched the way they seated the dining room, which is why they were so strict on their reservations. To their benefit the Restaurant Chef Ramsay had built their business around guaranteed customers that would come in at specific times allowing the kitchen to work each table to maximum effect.  They knew each day how many tables they would have and how to provide their works of culinary art to the specifics of each table.  If the restaurant had been any bigger that would have been much more difficult—and this kept the kitchen from being overwhelmed by unpredictable walk-ins.  Ramsay had taken his reputation and marketed it in a way of extreme quality so that uniquely the kitchen paced the flow of work—not the spontaneity of the visiting public.  It was very smart and truly was one of the best restaurants in Europe—and it knew it. It had a swagger about it that was undeniable.img_2393

At the end the maître d’hôtel of course asked how everything was, and I replied that now we could all die happy.  He was an Italian who knew how to work the room, but over the last three hours we had come to some understandings about each other and he seemed to really enjoy our company, and our naiveté about the diversity of food they served there.  After all we had come so far to have dinner and had anticipated it for such a long time—and we were already fans of Chef Ramsay and wanted to like everything.  We had walked many miles in formal attire to get there through the streets of London on a tight deadline—so we were very open to a good experience and his staff obviously recognized that and enjoyed serving us—because of the positive feedback when they came to our table.  So he said to me, “Well, don’t die, but simply come back and do it again.”   Then he invited us into the kitchen for a look behind the scenes which for me was what I really wanted to do.  I had watched Gordon Ramsay in that very same kitchen on television trying to earn his first Michelin Star so I was very curious.  The kitchen was spotless.  The workers, very industries and attentive and it was quite impressive to see so much staff all working diligently toward a quest for perfection in the purest version of the word.  It was a perfect example of the Metaphysis of Quality which I talk about often.  Gordon Ramsay from a half a world away in Hollywood now is able to preserve his very first restaurant even from such a distance because he had established a very front of the train standard that now carries over into the culture of Restaurant Gordon Ramsay everyday by his staff who clearly understand the expectations.img_2421

So if you are ever in London and really want to eat in one of the finest restaurants on planet earth, then you must make the Restaurant Gordon Ramsay part of that quest. I’ve been to very nice restaurants in America and they weren’t like this—the people, the place, and the food were simply dedicated to the same objective as all the stained-glass windows served in Medieval Europe—to awe the public into grasping an everlasting divinity.  The food at Restaurant Gordon Ramsay was meant to awaken in the people eating it a majestic achievement and to defy the laws of mundane compliance to the basic essence of dietary sustenance. The place itself was a rebellion against normalcy and a yearning to be more than just human.  And yes, it was worth traveling over 4000 miles to visit.  It was worth all expectation and everything it took to get there—and I would do it again—and likely will have a bigger group of family members with me the next time.  It was an experience I’d want everyone to have if they could, and something that should be done at least once in a lifetime.   It was simply that good.

Rich Hoffman

 CLIFFHANGER RESEARCH & DEVELOPMENT

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rich Hoffman

 CLIFFHANGER RESEARCH & DEVELOPMENT

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The Battlefield of Canterbury: Sex, Chess, and Empires

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

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

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

Landing at Heathrow in London the situation was very obvious—London which was only an hour away from Canterbury by train had become a sex haven for the young and the Trojan Horse of progressivism was sitting there with everything but a sign calling it that. The nightlife of London no longer is reminiscent of a Mary Poppins story—or the utterances of modern literature in Harry Potter—it is pornography that the youth want and there are plenty of sex clubs available to promise a happy ending for the cost of admission.  The obvious goal was to get people of many backgrounds to have sex and merge their biological process together in revenge for the first Crusades in the Holy Land many centuries earlier.  If the people of the Mediterranean couldn’t beat the British Empire with force through literal battle, then they’d do it with sex.  The net result was what I observed in Canterbury on a Valentine’s Day in 2017—passionless dating all headed to the same goal—dinner, sex—then complaining about your mate online while looking for another lover to fill the insatiable appetite and impatient nature of the typical millennial.  There were no great romances going on in Canterbury which was a shame, because the city is one of the most suited places in the world for that kind of thing.  What should have been a night that filled the memories of young couples forever was instead the remnants of war torn progressives who had launched themselves into a future that lacked value and ambition leaving them empty and only going through the motions.  This was what we were fighting in the United States and why most people in England had voted for Brexit.  They saw what I was seeing and they didn’t like it—and they wanted to save their nation before it was too late.canterbury-2

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

Off in the corners in the second story rooms looking down into the street were the architects of this mess, the globalists who sipped wine and thought they were winning a chess game against the world that would end Anglo Saxon imperialism once and for all, defeating two centuries of rule by first the Roman Empire, then the British Empire—and now the American one. Finally through sex the nations of the world would unite back to what it was—“they think” before the Tower of Babel separated the nations into chaos so we might all be joined as one worshiping the earth as our next goddess—and where better to do it but in the shadow of Canterbury’s famous Church of England?  But like all masterminds—this evil plot is about to explode in their faces and what’s left of sanity is fighting back as the youth find themselves caught between tradition and progressivism which has left them soiled like human waste waiting to be flushed.  Yes, it was a chess game being played by many minds who think of themselves as one—but they aren’t very smart—and it showed.canterbury-3

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

Rich Hoffman

 CLIFFHANGER RESEARCH & DEVELOPMENT

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Donald Trump’s Handshakes: Understanding verbal and non-verbal communication on the world stage

There’s a lot of talk about Trump’s handshake with Prime Minister Abe at the White House over the weekend.  Many who don’t know about these kinds of things thought the long photo-op handshake was awkward, which I’m sure it felt that way for Abe.  But you have to understand dear reader that most of what Donald Trump is on purpose.  He is a master communicator and each verbal and non verbal communication method is something he is highly aware of.  So let me explain, and of course I don’t mean anything disrespectful to the Prime Minister—because the handshake wasn’t for the benefit of the two men, but for the cameras and the subconscious communication exhibited—which is to the favor of Japan—especially in the wake of the missile launch by North Korea just a few hours after.  There is an art to the handshake just like there is in most things and if you understand what is going on, you can read a situation based on the way people shake hands.

Notice that when Trump shakes Abe’s hand he pulls him into the president’s big body.  Then Trump often puts his other hand on top to fully embrace the hand of Abe as a sign of compassion, friendship—but more importantly, control.  It’s a kind of wrestling move that lets the person whose hand you are shaking know that you are in control—you decide where the hands end up, and when the hand is released dominating the other person the way an animal marks its territory. It’s an alpha male trait.  Notice in some of the clips shown here that other men do understand what Trump is doing and they try to take charge by pulling away before Trump lets go of their hand.  When we were kids we called it thumb wrestling where harmless children show their dominance over other boys by capturing their thumb under their own to exert control.  It’s usually a meaningless game to the outside world, but among young boys it does establish dominance.  Boys who are routinely captured by other boys tend to follow those who control them in the pecking order games of our civilization for their entire lives.  So for Trump, who is a master salesman and dealmaker, handshakes are a huge part of why he’s been successful, and will continue to be.  The political class of second-handers don’t understand these games of the private sector, so they will easily be beaten by Donald Trump—and that of course scares them.

It is also important to note that Trump doesn’t really like to shake hands—it’s something he forces himself to do.  So it comes out a bit contrived which actually helps the reason for his emphasis.  If the goal of the hand shake is to tell other males that he is the dominate person in the room, then all these contributing factors help him achieve that end, even if things get awkward.  Because long after the handshake the people who had their hands controlled by Trump think about how big he is, how strong he is, how enthusiastic he is, and they start thinking of caving on whatever issue is being debated because they reflect back to the childhoods when they were dominated by other alpha males and realize that it is futile to resist.

I am an extreme alpha male, so I purposely downplay my handshakes when they are with other alpha males.  When they hold your hand too long I usually let go and give them the wet fish hand shake taking control back toward me instead of feeding the power play with the other male by squeezing harder for longer.  My reason for doing that is to create doubt in their minds about how long I can wait out an issue and let them know that dealing with me has different rules than anybody they have ever met before—giving me the leverage of the conversation.  And to that point I’ve shaken the hand of Donald Trump before and it was of the kind involving a couple of quick test jabs to measure the strength of the other person, then a quick release after assessing the alpha maleness of the other person.  If he needed something from me like a photo-op, or a signature on a deal he would have held on longer and tried to pull me into him whereas I would have went wet fish and let go forcing him to realize how awkward holding my limp hand was denying him the benefit of domination.

Another frequent trick use to assert domination over another person is to put your hand on their shoulder or on their back shoulder-blade when walking behind them.  Such movements let other men know that they are being led about by a dominate male and it is a power move designed to take the mind of the recipient back to their childhoods when their parents walked them across the street, or in and out of countless dangers.  With men it can be insulting, but it does force them to recognize the other person as their superior.  With women, they tend to welcome it because biologically they are conditioned to accept such recessive actions from dominate men.  When dating it is customary to put the hand further down into the small of her back when going through a door, or when walking toward a reserved table for dinner—because it is a first step toward the mating ritual for the evening.  It opens her mind to your touch while forcing her to yield to your desires.  With a man, you would place the hand in the center of his back and nudge him along like you would a horse or a cow in the pasture—for the same effect—to assert control.

By the reaction of most of the media regarding the handshake with Abe the anxiety first was to make fun of it to cover what they subconsciously know about the situation.  But the cause of their hostility was the understanding that there was more going on and that Trump doesn’t give a lick about how it looks to the world, he only cares how it feels to the person he’s handshaking.  This dominance works for both men and women, once it is accepted that one person is the dominate figure the other will serve the needs of the dominate figure without question, and that is how Trump goes about making great deals, or satisfying a beautiful wife like Melania.  Most of the communication is raw biology, but what’s terrifying to Trump’s critics is that the president understands these things far better than they do, and they can see it, feel it, and humorize about it—but they don’t really understand it.  Because they are not alpha types themselves and therefore are always the ones controlled, and never the ones who control.

What I’ve spoken about here are basic sales techniques that most really good salesmen and women understand and use on a daily basis as fundamental communication techniques to their craft.  One of the hardest jobs I’ve ever had in my life was a telemarketing job I had years ago where you had to call people at dinner (before cell phones) and convince them to accept your credit card offer during their meal.  We had to use all kinds of key words to get them to stay on the phone with us and to sign them up within a five-minute conversation as their food cooled and their spouses angrily told them to hang up the phone in the background.  If you could learn to dominate the other person, you could get the sale most of the time—and I did.  I applied the same types of techniques at another sales job I had while selling cars where I learned all these handshake tricks from the best in the business including the famous pull the hand of your target into the side of your body and leaning into their ear to whisper something you want to them to think about later—like—“buy today and I’ll have your floor mats cleaned,” or ”I bet your wife will have sex with you more often if you buy the black car.”  Those types of things—these are the ways of living in the private sector and politicians don’t understand or the press that follows them.  The media doesn’t typically cover real estate agents, car salesman, or Wall Street tycoons, so they have no idea what Trump is doing—as he’s a master of all those techniques.  So all they know to do is make fun of him.  But with Abe and the world watching—like Putin, like North Korea, Iran and all the tyrants of the Southern Hemisphere—they see a powerful person who is in charge and they wonder if when they meet him they can do as well as Abe did.  Because half the battle of winning a fight is in winning in the mind of your opponent before they even meet you.  Then when they do, they are at your mercy.  That’s why Trump is Trump and everyone else wishes they were—deep down inside.

Rich Hoffman

 CLIFFHANGER RESEARCH & DEVELOPMENT

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TAMONTEN (多聞天): Protecting Betsy DeVos from the demons of public education

I was very embarrassed for the radical lunatics at the Washington D.C. public school that Betsy DeVos tried to visit on this date of February 10, 2017—because what they showed the world was that they could not be reasoned with.  Without any provocation on Betsy’s part, the radicals incited an incident proving that the only way to reform America’s schools was to destroy the grip the political left has on them.  There is no compromise, there is only war with those insurgents and their desire to corrupt the minds of our youth with their collectivist yearnings—much to the detriment of the United States and all things positive that flow from it.

The only image that comes to my mind when seeing the scenes of Betsy returning to her car with sign holding losers protecting the teachers unions within the public education system was of the Buddhist deity TAMONTEN 多聞天, the one who is all knowing, one who hears everything in the kingdom, one who is always listening, completely versed in Buddha’s teachings. Tamonten is said to be the most powerful of the four Shitennō, with the other three serving as his vassals. He was also said to be the richest of the Shitennō, for Tamonten was rewarded with great wealth after practicing austerities for 1,000 years.228

I met Tamonten formally on Mount Shosha in Japan.  Sure I had read many books about the formally Hindu deity who over time was incorporated into Japanese Buddhism.  But I did come face to face with him in the great wooden temple hall of Maniden far removed from the world.  You see, to reach Maniden you must go up a tremendous skylift from Himeji City many thousands of feet below.  Once atop Mount Shosha you have to either walk a reasonably great distance, or be bused to the foot of the temple entrance.  Even then, you must go up a great number of steps to even enter the vast temple. Once inside, you must go through the great hall and the many temple gifts hazed in color due to the many incense sticks burning there at all times to step into the prayer room where you come face to face with the four Shitennō who protect the Buddha from evil spirits.  Many of those Shitennō statues show them standing on the heads of the evil spirits who are attempting to corrupt the people of Japan and it was there that I felt like I was looking into a mirror when I saw the image of Tamonten.  Even though I was warned not to take pictures of the deities for fear that I might anger them—seriously—I took my iPhone 6 out and captured the image seen on this page.  I use that image as my wallpaper on my phone presently so that I can remember that day every day.  I liked Tamonten.  I understood Tamonten.  And it was obvious to me that we needed our own version of Tamonten in America.218

In a lot of ways Mount Shosha reminded me of the Great Smoky Mountains.  Geographically they were very similar.  The mountains were the same rounded type seen in America’s Appalachian Mountain chain, and of about the same height with the same deciduous trees only spread halfway around the world from each other.  If you changed out Tamonten for Jesus Christ and the typical hillbilly redneck with a shotgun in the back window of a pick-up truck for a 5’ 5” brownish looking person of about 120 pounds who rides a bicycle everywhere I’d say the two cultures were identical.  Their religions and remote temples saved them from the corruption of the city dweller that often possesses a neurosis that drives them toward statism to cure their intellectual depravity.  Tamonten’s job was to conquer those demons who possess those poor people who do lose their minds and surrender themselves to chaos.  The temples on top of Mount Shosha are there to allow visitors to leave the world of demons behind and to enter a world where heroes of thought and everlasting enlightenment reside perpetually—without fail.  And thus, you do not see idiots like those protesting Betsy DeVos in Japan thriving in the light of the day attached to our American institutions like leeches from an Amazonian rainforest—sucking up our tax money and draining the lifeblood of education from our children for their own enrichment. Figures like Tamonten exist in our mythologies because as humans we have a need to fight evil in all the forms it presents itself.  And that is why I like Tamonten and like to visit his image many times a day.  I can relate to such figures of majestic reputation. 249

I’m telling you dear reader that we are at war with the broken people from the political left and that the only way to end that war is to crush them out of existence.  There is no coexistence with them.  There will never be peace—because they chose not to live that way.  They must be crushed and we must celebrate that victory the way that Tamonten does in Japan—with our feet upon the crushed skulls of the demons who threaten our society joyously pronouncing our victory—without apology. 223

The violence and antagonism will get worse as Betsy DeVos implements her plans to expand school choice and free children from the chains of the tax supported teacher unions who have destroyed our public education system.  And when that violence happens we must think of Tamonten—and joyfully destroy the demons that control our public education system—because it’s the responsible thing to do.  A society that allows demons to possess their country cannot be righteous.  And a society to be whole must at least agree on the basic foundations of righteousness.  You can’t share breath with idiots like the DeVos protestors and expect a sane society just as Tomonten would never invite demons over to his home for cards and coffee.  He would only want to invite them over to their destruction—and nothing else.  And that is how we must look at these villains of public education who stand against Betsy DeVos. 229

The statue of Tomonten on Mount Shosha was just a symbol, but I did watch many people visit that shrine and pay tribute to the godly protectors of Buddha.  And you know what; they were nice people, everyone I met to and from Mount Shosha even down in the valley of Himeji City.  You know why?  Because the people of that Japanese city at least agreed on the basic premise of good and evil—and they had mechanisms of mythology to enrich their minds to be conditioned to recognizing those aspects in their living life.  And America needs its own versions of that.  Betsy DeVos needs to at least have her own Tomonten to aid her in fighting evil and I’m happy to oblige.  It’s fun fighting evil, and it’s my hope dear reader that you will join the crusade.  Because there is no getting along with demons—and the teachers unions of our public education system is filled with them.  We saw several of them today in Washington D.C.  And before the job is done, we’ll see a lot more.  That’s when we must put their heads beneath our feet and crush them, and to do so with big smiles on our faces for freeing the world of such a tyranny as those who currently possess our public education system.252

Onward Christian soldiers marching as to war…………………………because we are at war with the demons of public education.

Rich Hoffman

 CLIFFHANGER RESEARCH & DEVELOPMENT

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Losers of the Ninth Circuit of Appeals: Why we don’t have justice in America

Of course Judge Friedland, Judge Clifton and Judge Canby of the Ninth Circuit of Appeals where wrong when they ruled against Donald Trump in favor of the bow tie wearing liberal Judge Robart regarding the executive order which inspires extreme vetting from dangerous terrorist countries in the Middle East region.  I’ve explained why they are wrong on a previous article, and explained how Trump can overcome them.  Click here to learn how.

These judges are simply ideological loons and have placed themselves into an exposed position.  Their problem.  Three losers from the west coast do not get to decide for the rest of America how our policies will be.  Donald Trump was the elected representative of a majority of the states–especially in the middle of the country and these three idiots are so audacious to assume that they have the right to overrule our president.  They don’t and have seriously overstepped their authority.

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Rich Hoffman

 CLIFFHANGER RESEARCH & DEVELOPMENT

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How to Beat a Radicalized Judiciary: Why the Ninth Circuit of Appeals judges are so incredibly stupid

I have a lot of experience with judges.  I’ve known them very personally, and I’ve been in front of them…………a lot.  I know a lot of lawyers too and I have watched over the last 25 years or so the severe degradation of the legal professions due to the declining intellect of those who would seek such occupations.  But never have I heard such sheer stupidity reflecting the destruction of the American intellect to such an extent as I did in listening to Judge Friedland, Judge Clifton and Judge Canby of the Ninth Circuit of Appeals as they considered solicitor general Noah Purcell’s argument that President Trump’s Executive Order calling for extreme vetting from seven countries seething with terrorist plots was justified.  After listing to the following oral debates, if I were President Trump I’d simply write another executive order that goes far beyond this current one and keep these guys busy in contemplation for the next year to simply wipe them out-of-the-way.  Because these guys weren’t interested in the merit of the Executive Order or the rights of the president—they were simply using case-law as a means to rewrite the intent of the Constitution which grants a president of the United States the privilege of protecting our borders from hostilities interpreted by him.

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Being a judge and even an attorney of the legal profession—the way that John Adams practiced it, was a noble profession which required ceaseless reading and a yearning for the blindness of justice from the philosophic position of high ethics and personal nobility—when a person decided to become a judge, or an attorney, they were dedicating themselves toward the intelligent pursuit of scholarship for life.  The best of them would stay up all night reading briefs and case-law always yearning to understand a foundation argument to solidify a baseline philosophy of justice as understood by the architecture of a civilization’s common understandings.  That is not the quality of any of the minds arguing the immigration executive order from Donald Trump.  Not a single person on that call was what I’d consider an intelligent person which perfectly illustrates the deplorable condition of our current legal system.

Those participants were either activist judges seeking to make their mark in history by defying a president they politically disagreed with or they were just incompetent for a job of this magnitude and had become soft over time intellectually because they had spent their careers essentially unchallenged.  It is quite obvious that these judges around the country are planning to be activists that reflect the political left and see themselves not as stalwarts of justice, but as soldiers for the Ideas of Woodstock which emerged in 1969 upon a muddy field of degradation and anti-Americanism.  These are not the type of people who can sustain a republic such as what we are in the United States.

Those in our legal professions need to be the best and brightest of our young people.  They need to love the idea of justice and the role of articulated philosophy tested against other bright minds in pursuit of the purity of deductive thinking—or otherwise the Socratic principle of oratory discrimination so that the stupid are slapped away from the gates of judgment and only the best and brightest among us write the laws for which the philosophy of our nation grows.  The members of the Ninth Circuit of Appeals in San Francisco on this highly contested case are not those types of people.  They are terrestrial slugs meddling among the animal desires of mankind seething with an artificial compassion rooted in liberal activism without the merit of sustained thought to challenge their premise. They just assume by default that their method of thinking is the blind eyes of justice—only because they have closed their eyes not to the facts, but the illusion of sentiment.

If I were Trump and I heard the condition of the current Department of Justice attorneys available to argue this case since he has not yet had time to reform that corrupted arm of the law—destroyed literally by Eric Holder and Loretta Lynch recently—I’d write several executive orders that essentially do much the same thing and I’d overload these courts with mindless debate for years crushing their minds with their own mundane yearning for starlit success and a gravestone that indicates they fought against Trump.  Because that’s all they really want to do—is defy Trump.  They don’t care about the intelligence reports available to Trump that they don’t have access to.  They don’t care about the covert operations that are going on in Yemen, Libya and Iraq as I write this, that might spark retaliation against our domestic interests.  They only want to be on the record in defying the president of the United States so that the judiciary can make their claim at running the country and setting the stage for a future battle in the Supreme Court over Roe v. Wade.  If they win this fight—they think—then Trump’s appointees may have second thoughts of overturning that unconstitutional ruling which was allowed by these same type of activist judges to interpret the facts to suit their liberal sentiment painted with a modern brush against the tapestry of stupidity.

What these judges really fear is work, so give them so much to discuss at such a pace that they don’t have the man-hours to possibly ever do it all, and crush them with their own mediocrity.  That’s what I would do if I were Trump.  I wouldn’t wait for these idiots to rule in your favor or even to challenge them in the Supreme Court.  I’d just overload their plate until they choke on their own inefficiencies.  Write an executive order that calls for extreme vetting for all countries so that they can’t proclaim that the issue is one of religion.  And let people complain to the courts that they’ve been inconvenienced by a radical court system that forced the issue for the security of the nation.  We’ve never said that President Trump’s Executive Order denied people entry into the United States—instead it was “extreme vetting.”  Well, that could apply to anybody.  If the courts want to make a big deal about religion, well take away that excuse and make it about everyone.  Why not, the TSA already does that with every hot woman who goes through their scanners, and white guy who looks like they won’t beat the shit out of them for trying to look like they are doing their jobs while they let a turban headed migrant with a full beard carrying a Quran marked up with “Death to America” written across its cover to walk right on by without incident because they don’t want to be blamed for being “insensitive” to a “religion.”  Make the next executive order not about the 7 most suspect countries but include all of the current caliphate countries including those of the central African nations—and let’s see where that puts us.

There are more ways to skin a cat folks, and when we are dealing with people who are this stupid, they are easy to beat.  So let them argue this case in court for the next two years.  Meanwhile, let’s load them up with so much work that they just throw up their arms and beg for retirement.  Because we don’t need people with such low intellectual ability to be making such important decisions on our behalf because it weakens the success of our republic—which stands on the foundations of law and order.  Such people are not capable of interpreting either and they need to be forced into retirement so we can appoint people of a higher intellect, because they are out there.  But they are sitting on the bench waiting for these lifetime appointments to expire who were given the job due to their political activism in the first place like that Judge Friedland joke appointed by Obama.  Give them so much work to do that they are forced to retire and give up the seat so that Trump can appoint much more sensible appointees.   Attack them at their true weaknesses—their lack of real intellect and their inherit laziness—and that is how to beat a radicalized judiciary. Load up the scales of justice so that they are forced to lift up the blindfold across their eyes so they can see that where they are standing is not in the republic of the United States, but the eroded away ideas of Oxford and the last remnants of the Roman Empire as it slowly crumbled away in modern Europe where judges like these have already destroyed that culture.  And force those judges aside so that much more intelligent legal minds can emerge and do the job that is required to sustain our sovereignty against the failures of the current world.

Rich Hoffman

 CLIFFHANGER RESEARCH & DEVELOPMENT

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