I’m not surprised. Chuck and the gang at WLW picked Lisa Wells once Darryl Parks was out-of-the-way. Looks like they made a pretty bad decision.
She was a drug user according to her arrest records and a Lakota levy supporter–which is kind of the same thing. She was WLW’s way of becoming more “inclusive” to a new demographic that hasn’t typically listened to talk radio. Why do these things keep happening to WLW?
Southern Ohio, specifically Butler County isn’t known for its wildlife—but there are enough RINOs migrating around that it rivals only the Serengeti of Africa. This is largely due to the State Central Committee seat that the socialite Patti Alderson holds which keeps those RINOs in seats they otherwise wouldn’t be able to hold. Ann Becker is running against Patti Alderson to attempt to set things right in Butler County and if you listen to the broadcast Ann did with Brian Thomas on 55 KRC below, you will begin to understand how Patti has loaded Butler County full of so many RINOs and learn what you can do about it. What’s even stranger, given the sometimes intense anger that the Liberty Movement is uttering these days toward the establishment commitment toward RINOs (Republican In Name Only—people like Don DIXON) is that Patti listed them on her promotional website as a badge of honor like her own zoo listing. That’s how out of touch she is. Now a few names on her list, also shown below, are decent people—like Margy and T.C. Rogers. Roger Reynolds most of the time is like a tennis ball being knocked over a net from Liberty to establishment—so he’s sort of on the fence—but most of the rest are clearly RINOs. Not that they are bad people, but they are definitely establishment anchors who lean far too left for the current Liberty tide that is emerging. To prove it, just click on the hotlinks below, and you will see the evidence. Here is the information that Patti listed on her website promoting her ability to maintain the status quo by continuing to feed the RINOs of Butler County.https://t.co/3jNX1vRG7N
“Patti Alderson is a blessing to our Community. I do not know where Butler County would be without her commitment and leadership.”
— Margy Conditt, State Representative
“During her time on the State Central Committee, Patti Alderson worked with conservatives across Ohio to build a strong Republican Party. Winning elections is the first step in the battle to preserve and protect our values – we need Patti Alderson to keep up the fight.” — Tim Derickson, State Representative
intelligent persistence to bring the resources necessary to help solve the most pressing needs of our community.” — TC Rogers, Vice President Butler County Commissioner
“It is my honor and privilege to endorse Patti Alderson for Butler County’s State Central Committeewoman. Patti is one of the most upstanding, hard-working leaders I’ve ever known. She is a tireless community volunteer, philanthropist, and a top-notch civic leader. Patti is one of those rare individuals who never stops “giving back.” I wholeheartedly ask for your support for Patti Alderson!”
— Nancy Nix, CPA, Butler County Treasurer
“Patti is a staunch Conservative dedicated to the values this County was founded upon and deserving of our vote.” — Greg Wilkens, Butler County Engineer
“I endorse Patti Alderson whole heartedly for State Central Committee. Patti is a person of strong character and moral judgment. Please join me in supporting Patti Alderson on March 15.” — Roger Reynolds, Butler County Auditor
The Black Rhino of the Serengeti are herbivores who mostly eat greenery—brush, grass and other plant life. The RINOs of Butler County eat lots of greens as well, but this often comes in the form of paper money. All the RINOs listed on Patti’s endorsement page are zoo feed RINOs who come to her home and charity events to be fed and have largely been domesticated by her. She controls them, she keeps them fat, dumb, and happy, and she maintains her grip on their existence with her seat on the State Central Committee.
The Black Rhinos of Serengeti are almost always on endangered lists because they have been overly hunted. To this day, they are a protected species. The RINOs of Butler County are also a protected species—they are protected by the State Central Committee but in reality they need to be hunted and thinned for the sake of Liberty. Because, they are over grazing and stripping away all the wonderful resources our fine county provides with a bottomless pit of hunger that always needs to be fed. If Patti weren’t so rich with what they want to eat, they’d erode away with the desire to have full stomachs that could never be filled. So while we want to preserve the Serengeti Rhinos we want to hunt the Butler County RINOs to near extinction for the good of all of us.
Patti lists them above the way an African hunter might mount the head of her trophies on a wall for the admiration of her peers. As she poses next to each picture of all her trophies she looks like a Cabela’s ad for new hunting gear. Except Patti doesn’t just mount those RINOs on her wall, she breeds them first and is heavily responsible for the over population of RINOs in Butler County that we currently have—the insidious money hungry establishment types who are stripping away everything our county offers in favor of their full bellies.
If you want to hunt them and thin out the herd of RINOs that are migrating all over Ohio, then vote for Ann Becker to return the county of Butler to its natural beauty by preventing the overgrazing of the RINOs that Patti Alderson feeds so passionately. Put a stop to Patti Alderson’s zoo full of overgrazing RINOs—and vote to preserve Butler County.
I never mind helping people who are not as fortunate as me. I was born with certain gifts and over many years I developed them in a very unique way through a lot of hard work and unusually tenacious endurance. As I had the little breakfast shown in the following picture I understood why the great American novel Atlas Shrugged was one of the best stories ever told. It told the story of a philosophy which had emerged under Adam Smith’s relatively new economic considerations and properly identified the essence of culture in the United States. Sometimes you only know things innately, which I always have—well before a writer like Ayn Rand was able to put definitions to some of those thoughts. But at times such as the moment I took that picture, literally on top of the world, literature—especially good literature—provides a refuge for people of thought to associate with the greatness they are primarily inclined to. It’s one thing to say that Atlas Shrugged is the great American novel—probably the best that has ever been produced primarily as a product from the United States—but it’s another to consider it within a foreign culture on the other side of the world. I can only appreciate the benefits of having a hobby like the one I do where books are my most valuable possessions as I cut into an egg with such a magnificent view.
It is easy for me to love Atlas Shrugged, because I identify with most of the main protagonists. If I couldn’t, Atlas Shrugged would be an insult. I would say that the novel was not written for the masses, or even what the Occupy communists consider to be the 1%. Atlas Shrugged was written for the 1% of the 1% who completely understand the concept of Atlantis as proposed in the novel—and I am clearly one of them. I’ve always known it, but on that particular day in that very different place, it was clearer to me than it ever has been. Not everyone gets it and I spend a considerable amount of my time trying to help those who don’t—not out of some altruistic motivation, but simply because I feel sorry for those not born with the gifts and the mind that I have. Even though I have worked hard to have that mind, and I’ve taken action over a lifetime to preserve it with an emphasis on authenticity, I do feel sorry for the people in this world who by no real fault of their own read Atlas Shrugged and can only identify with the villain—James Taggart.
Most public education institutions and advanced degrees around the world produce the villains of Atlas Shrugged. Most families nurture their children into the values which most embody James Taggart—yet he is certainly the vilest villain of the classic American story. Yet if a scholar or philosopher really wanted to get into the nitty-gritty of what Thomas Paine and Adam Smith were considering with the American experiment it was to construct a world where the top 1% of the very top 1% of intellectual aptitude could bring to the world through their natural inclinations advancements in human civilization—which is essentially what Atlas Shrugged is all about. It’s about what the world could be like if people like James Taggart were removed from holding society to the vile Vico cycle of European thought—which has likely plunged thinking minds into primitive contemplation for millions of years. So I sipped on my orange juice, let the waitresses properly pamper me as royalty—because in that culture-they instinctively understand what drives the motor of the world, and I watched the world below with a glad reservation that I won’t soon forget as I thought about all the James Taggart’s who were out there holding the world back from its true potential.
James “Jim” Taggart (1977-2020?), in Ayn Rand‘s novelAtlas Shrugged, was President of the Taggart Transcontinental Railroad. But instead of being a productive businessman, James Taggart sought to profit by obtaining and trading various government favors. But his actual motive was not so much the effective mulching of the public, or even of businessmen more productive than he. His motive was the destruction of the productive, a motive that stemmed entirely from jealousy. He carefully hid that motive even from himself, until the day came when he caught himself attempting to inflict pain on another man when that act had no profit in it. On that day, he suffered a complete neuropsychiatric collapse. Whether he lived or died immediately after that, is unclear.
Taggart is an example of a corporatist businessman of the sort who nearly destroyed British industry under the system that operated from 1945 until the election of Margaret Thatcher.
James Taggart was born in 1977, the son of the President of the TTRR and the descendant of Nathaniel Taggart, the original founder. But even as a child he showed that he was not made of the same stuff of which Nathaniel Taggart was made.
His sister Dagny definitely was, and he knew it and resented it. He once told her that, though she was named after their (great) grandmother Dagny, wife of Nathaniel, in temperament she better resembled Nathaniel than Old Dagny. Young Dagny took that as a compliment, a thing that James Taggart perhaps never understood.
One particular episode from their adolescence both illustrated his attitude and served as a prelude to things to come. His father made him a present of a motorboat, and the dockmaster at the Taggart family compound started to teach him how to drive it. The lesson did not go well. Then, in frustration, James turned to Francisco d’Anconia, a boy nearly three years younger than he who was visiting at the time, and challenged him to drive the motorboat. Francisco not only drove it; he demonstrated almost as much proficiency as an adult might be expected to have. James Taggart resented that encounter, and Francisco, ever since.
James Taggart attended college at the age of sixteen. When he graduated (1998), he took his first job with the railroad—in its Public Relations department. In sharp contrast, his sister Dagny, five years his junior, started working as a night telephone operator at a local railroad station. From there she would work her way through the Operating Department.
The John Galt Line, with its rails and even an entire bridge made of Rearden Metal, opened on July 22, 2017, with a highly successful first run. Again Jim was able to take credit for it in the public mind, so much so that a young woman, Cherryl Brooks, actually fell in love with him because she thought that he was the productive genius behind the line.
Jim saw in Cherryl a woman trying to better herself, a thing with which he had no patience. And he saw a way to make her pay for that error: he would marry her and make abundantly clear that she could never be good enough to be a railroad president’s wife. And so he courted her and eventually proposed to her.
In the meantime, he saw the economic boom that Colorado was enjoying, due entirely to the excellent transportation afforded by the John Galt Line, now once again part of the TTRR system. And he determined, with the help of a number of unions and other like-minded organizations, to destroy it—by proposing a series of burdensome and often contradictory regulations.
The regulations went through in November of 2017. They produced the result that Jim Taggart had hoped for. But not all the results were as he predicted. The most spectacular result was one that worried him, at least to some degree: Ellis Wyatt, who had developed a method for extracting oil from shale, set fire to his oil fields and vanished without a trace. Those fields, referred to as “Wyatt’s Torch,” continued to burn for the rest of the period in the narrative.
James Taggart is the chief villain in the novel. More to the point, he is a type of every small-minded individual who, jealous of the talents or productive capacities of those who can do things better than they, seeks to demean or even destroy such persons. They pretend to be serving the greatest good for the greatest number, but in fact their motives are far more dire. They pretend to be altruists; in fact they are spiteful.
Ayn Rand considered altruism and spite to be two sides of the same evil coin, and almost considered them a distinction without a difference. Almost, but not quite—the man known as “Non-Absolute” is an altruist who comes to realize that the policies he is supporting do not support the public good, and rebels against them, at the cost of his own life.
Jim is definitely worse than all the other villains, with the possible exception of Floyd Ferris. All the other “looters” do what they do in the pursuit of short-term gain. Ivy Starnes, daughter of Jed Starnes of theTwentieth Century Motor Company, did what she did in the pursuit of control. But Jim Taggart does what he does in order to destroy. He carefully hides this motive even from himself, until he can no longer hide it, and at that moment, his mind collapses completely.
There is of course much more to the story of James Taggart, and for most people who read the book, they will only understand him. Other characters that they might understand would be the government lobbyists, the various second-handers within the story and the general people in the street wondering when something might happen for some miraculous reason. Because they don’t understand the motor of the world—the primary driver of all things—they are left praying to deities the way primitives idolized the sun for making crops grow. America—as told by Atlas Shrugged—was designed from the outset to find the best and brightest that was produced within the philosophy of freedom the United States offered and let them emerge unhindered to advance civilization. Such people are rarer than gold and to find them; we must as a culture mine for them deep and with great patience only occasionally discovering a cherished gold nugget justifying all our hard work. Most people digging for such gold will fail-they’ll die trying. But that’s worth it because when such treasures are found—they lift everyone up.
That is easy for me to say, because I am certainly one of them. I love Atlas Shrugged because Ayn Rand was essentially writing the story for the few people like me—and I appreciate it. Even though the novel is quite popular and people try to relate—most of them end up being like Jim’s wife in the novel, Cherryl Taggart. I meet a lot of “Cherryl Taggart’s at places like the symphony, the downtown theaters, and at high-end shopping centers and they are often miserable. They always strived for greatness but were taught that it came from people like Jim Taggart-the well-connected, the popular ones who were liked by the most people. Only once it’s too late do they realize they were scammed and they often end their lives extremely resentful. When Cherryl realized in Atlas Shrugged that Jim wasn’t what she thought he was, she killed herself. A lot of women are slowly killing themselves through dietary abuse, intellectual torture, and acting as social parasites toward others for the sheer spite of it.
My feelings about the many Jim Taggarts that I know are that I treat them like insects stuck in my pool during the summer months. If I see them kicking around and alive, I usually take the time to scoop them out to let them live one more day. I consider them lucky to be near me at that particular point in their lives, so I help them. I live my life as a motor of the world. I carry everyone around me with a boundless energy that comes with the type of person that I am. So I don’t mind if the Jim Taggarts come along for a boost in their life. They never appreciate it, and they always take credit for being the masters of industry—but I know that without me they can go nowhere and if I can bring them a moment of happiness—just a little gold nugget to make the Cherryl’s in their life not want to jump off a bridge—or their kids desiring to grow up and be idiots—then I try and try again. I know they don’t appreciate it, but I never lose hope that they might. That is the difference between being an engine of the world and a parasite—which most people relegate themselves to.
When I watch the questions asked of Donald Trump—how will you do this or that, Mr. Trump—I think of Jim Taggart. They don’t have a mind to understand what it means to be a motor of the world. I was glad for that particular breakfast because it was a culture that did understand—and they also understood that they were always on the lookout for such an engine. They innately knew that American culture had a tendency to produce such people so the odds of discovering the 1% of the 1% were greater with every American who sat down at their tables with a finely pressed suit and a little swagger to their walk. They worked to impress such people with the same effort I’ve seen people drive across a state border for a billion dollar lottery ticket, or play the odds at a gambling table—hoping to hit it big even though the odds were desperately against them. Other places in the world outside of America hope with all hope to run into an American who is one of Ayn Rand’s heroes—a product of Adam Smith’s capitalism. Nobody can understand Donald Trump but other Atlas Shrugged protagonists. Trump can’t begin to explain his positions than Dagny could explain to her brother Jim why she was so much better than he was.
Yet, it was the people like Jim Taggart who made up the modern institutions, such as the brand of crony capitalism now known in American, or the socialism of Europe, and the communism of the East. The feared organizations such as the “vile bankers,” the Masons, the Illuminati, the whoever—are made up entirely of people like Jim Taggart. All of Washington D.C. is made up of Jim Taggarts and his wife Cherryl. Yet capitalism was never intended to make those people feel good about themselves. It was meant to sift through them to find the rarest of the rare—the gold nuggets that are so often buried deep within the organized elements of society.
I know it’s hard for all those Jim Taggarts out there to accept that they are not equal to the engines of the world. The people of the world are not equal. Some people are better and more important than others, just as gold has more value than the dirt that often surrounds it. And it’s for that reason that I help the Jim Taggarts that I know. I let them ride my coattails because I know without me; they will likely die miserable deaths prerequisite with a parade of personal failures. And I hate to see that in anybody if it’s avoidable. All I ask is that they respect what I offer. If they don’t, then like insects in my pool, they can drown if they are stupid enough to fly back into the deep water after I have fished them to safety. It’s not my obligation to waste my time-saving them from themselves. But if I happen to be in the right place at the right time, they should consider themselves lucky. The best thing they can do is to shut their mouths, and enjoy the ride because the engine does all the work anyway. And when it comes to Donald Trump, putting such an engine in the White House has no downside. It’s never been done before and that is something that the Jim Taggarts of the world do not understand.
Atlas Shrugged is a work of genius, and that becomes more evident outside of the United States. All nations of the world should study it intently and consider its message when constructing their societies. This Karl Marx obsession with equality needs to be abandoned in favor of Ayn Rand’s quest to discover the exceptional. Mankind needs to step off the Vico cycle for the first time in history—and to advance. For that to happen the Jim Taggarts of the world need to get out-of-the-way and let the engines do their work. They can go along for the ride, but they can’t take the credit with assumptions. They may be able to provide fuel for those engines which they should do out of respect. But otherwise they bring nothing to the table. And they should consider themselves lucky to be in the right place at the right time. Atlas Shrugged is all about potential, and the world could use a lot more of it.
Watch the videos within this article for additional context:
After several politicians attacked Donald Trump for not being a conservative during the CBS debate on Saturday February 13th 2016, have a look at the facts percolating from history. Ted Cruz was about 4 years old in 1988 and Jeb Bush was still trying to leave his mother’s side. Marco Rubio was playing in coloring books and John Kasich was still trying to figure out if he was a democrat or something else. Yet Trump, who at the time had no real desire to be President of the United States was on top of the world and had done what many thought was impossible. Well, here is a video from CNN with Trump talking about being a personal guest to the GOP convention of the Bush family and talking about why he was a Republican.
Pass this video around to your friends this week when those struggling establishment politicians try to say that Trump is not a conservative. The Bush family may be nice but they screwed up the economy and the whole situation in Iraq. They brought us Clinton and the debacles that followed. Trump had a reason to withdraw his support from the Bush family. He knew them personally, and they let him down. The evidence is in these videos.
Share this with everyone you can ahead of the South Carolina primary of 2016. The facts are the facts. Watch these videos and let the truth fly free.
I was not surprised that Donald Trump won in New Hampshire. I’m happy to see that the polls were correct, and with that measure, Trump shouldn’t have any trouble in South Carolina or Nevada either. I have stated many times why I support Donald Trump for President, so I am glad that he is beginning to pull out ahead from the pack, and that the reality of that is beginning to set in. I know there are many of my liberty fighting friends who don’t understand why a guy like me would support Trump, but they will in time. Some were beginning to understand after Trump’s acceptance speech in New Hampshire, seen below. The world is beginning to see what a Trump White House would look like, and they are starting to see the big picture.
The first sign of this new era, which is great for those who truly love America, could be seen in the melt-down that the left-winged web sites spewed upon realizing how strongly Trump finished. I truly enjoyed the Huffington Post diatribes given how they behaved at the start of his campaign. It is for all the reasons that “they” hate Trump that I support him. He is a conqueror, and that’s what we need right now. We don’t need a Constitutional attorney or a sweet talker; we need a tough guy who can beat up on the insurgents. Trump is that kind of guy.
It seems many missed the story prior to the New Hampshire primary, that Trump had received a nomination for the Nobel Peace Prize:
Kristian Berg Harpviken, a Nobel watcher and head of the Peace Research Institute in Oslo, Norway, told Agence France-Presse that he received a copy of the nomination letter sent to the Norwegian Nobel Committee that selects the recipient.
According to the letter, the author of which was not disclosed, Trump deserves the prize for “his vigorous peace through strength ideology, used as a threat weapon of deterrence against radical Islam, ISIS, nuclear Iran and Communist China.”
This is just one example of how Trump is changing the very definition of things, and the longer he continues, the better things get for traditional America. With each state that he wins, the radical leftist utterances we’ve all had to endure for years swings back in the proper Constitutional direction. When people wonder if they can trust Trump or to know if he is a wolf in sheep’s clothing, just study his children and his personal wealth. You can tell a lot of things about a man by the type of lifestyle that he lives. Trump doesn’t drink, he doesn’t smoke, and he has never done drugs. He’s rich and beyond financial influence, he’s smart and leans more toward Rush Limbaugh and Alex Jones than Glenn Beck. And his kids are better than him in morals and ethics. He can outsmart the political left with a wit none of them embody and is the best man for the job of president at this particular point in history.
So it’s on to South Carolina. I am looking forward to watching him uncover more of America state by state. If he can redefine the trend of the Nobel Peace Prize, he can do just about anything—and for them, those who love the American flag; they have a lot to look forward to. To those who hate that flag, they hate Trump and everything that is coming.
This is really embarrassing. The next thing we will likely learn about Sheriff Jones, my neighbor and local sheriff, who sells himself like a modern John Wayne, is that he’s getting pedicures and facials at a local Wal-Mart nail salon. I really didn’t want to believe this when I first saw it. I was hoping that it was some kind of Hollywood special effect. But no, it’s true—it’s really him and a reasonable number of public employees who are wearing the uniform of the Butler County police. Using the Super Bowl as an excuse to send what they thought was a “hip” public message, Sheriff Jones and his rag-tag team of highly paid ass kissers put out a video dancing to show how metrosexual they were which I thought was astoundingly childish. It’s the kind of thing you’d see from a bunch of stupid kids, not a sophisticated sheriff’s department that is supposed to command the respect of the world because of his national platform. Of course here’s how the local media covered the story. Women naturally think it’s cute, men aren’t sure—it is awkward.
Let me give a little context, tough guys don’t dance. They don’t sit around crying over things, they don’t wallow in emotion, and they don’t dance. Young men do sometimes when they are looking for a female to mate with, but men—real men secure in their testosterone driven utterances—don’t dance. It’s not cute. It’s not hip. It doesn’t earn “cool” points with the younger generation. All it does is compromise authority. It makes no sense.
Of course modern women who embrace feminism love it when men dance, because it shows them that their male counterparts are willing to be more open-minded and expressive with their bodies. People who dance show that they are willing to compromise their individual integrity for collective rituals of expression—and women tend to be naturally included toward more social acceptance than men. Women seem quite at home dancing in a club or at a wedding touching each other in expressive ways as men tend to stand along the wall with their hands in their pockets. Men would rather be shooting guns or playing cards—doing something mildly competitive that they can beat another man at—just for fun. They don’t typically enjoy shaking their bodies in suggestive ways to evoke the approval of collective consciousness.
When Donald Trump danced on Saturday Night Live he did it with a strategy to appeal more to women who currently find him “too scary.” But Donald Trump isn’t a sheriff—he’s a businessman. He did lose points with me on that SNL skit—because I would never do something like that under any kind of pressure. Dancing for men is off-limits. It’s not something any man should ever do. It’s stupid. Now slow dancing with a woman may be acceptable so long as the man doesn’t have to rock their hips in some sexually provocative fashion. Even then, it’s not something I would do. I’ve danced with my wife at our wedding, 25 years ago, one slow dance. I danced with a family member at my brother’s wedding a few decades ago-the same-because I was a member of the wedding party. And that’s it. At both of my daughter’s weddings, we skipped the daddy/daughter dance. I’m sure they’d like it sometimes if I was more physically expressive–but that’s just not appropriate for a man to exhibit. Prior to meeting my wife, I went to a few dance clubs to meet girls, and I was good at it. I was even a fashion model for a period of time and was hired to dance around a swarm of really attractive women on stage to David Lee Roth’s “Just a Gigolo.” Yet the moment I met my wife, I dropped that life in less than a second, because I didn’t like it. To me, the only reason a man would dance would be to land a female into his bed. That is absolutely the only reason. Once you are married, or even have a steady mate, men should never dance in public or private.
Dancing is a form of collectivism and it’s a disgusting enterprise. Surrendering the mind to the beat of the music is not a smart thing to do. Letting the music take control of your mind and body is to surrender your individual sovereignty. Dancing is not a thinking endeavor. When a room full of people surrender thought to the beat of the music it is not a beautiful thing. It’s a thing of disgust. It’s tribal—and in an American capitalist society where thought should be king, dancing is a treacherous social value that leads its participants toward collectivism instead of individual merit.
I’ve heard the saying, real men are not afraid to express themselves. Those are the same idiots who say that men should not be afraid to wear pink, and that it’s OK to cry in public—or private. Let me tell you something dear reader. Real men don’t wear pink, they don’t cry—ever, and they certainly don’t dance. Never. Metrosexuals dance, gay guys dance, and men who have had their testosterone evaporate from their bodies dance to show that they aren’t too old to be like the cool young people at weddings. But real men don’t dance. Dancing is not an activity of thinking. It is an act of collectivism, of yielding to whoever the artist is. A dance floor is a socialist enterprise where sweaty bodies mingle in collective effort toward the goal of assimilation. It’s not cute or funny.
Sometimes people think I’m too hard on public employees such as the local police. Sheriff Jones and his staff obviously didn’t have anything else to do with their time but to coordinate that video—which obviously took some time. I’m sure he’ll say that the whole thing was done on a volunteer basis and everyone was off-duty, at least I’d hope he’d lie to me about that. Because if any of those people were on duty at the time, we have some big problems and the staffing levels need to be adjusted—because we are paying too much for our police department.
There is another element to dancing that involves race. People of color, particularly from the African continent do have a natural inclination to dance. This is not good. I am not impressed with Cam Newton’s “dance moves” on the football field. A quick look economically at Africa indicates that what I have said about dancing is one hundred percent correct. Every country in Africa is suffering under some form of socialism—or collective based social interaction. On their own, the people of Africa are not inventing things, building businesses, or advancing their lives forward away from the dances they use to invoke spiritual aid and mystical persuasion. People from those cultures may dance well—but that is not a skill that advances mankind toward individualism and invention—because invention does not come from collective effort, only individual aptitude. So pandering toward people of race as a “stiff” whitey only makes people like Sheriff Jones look like an idiot—not a man of compromise in showing that he’s not too good to “bust some moves” so to appeal toward members of our community who still think men dancing is cool.
Men, it’s not OK to dance. Women may want you to, and race groups might put peer pressure on you to do so—but it’s not acceptable. Sheriff Jones made a serious mistake toward the institution of manhood in doing what he did. He may be socially confused, or his testosterone levels may be dropping to the point where he’s more estrogen these days than testosterone, but either way, it was very embarrassing. If I were a goon, a punk or a creep looking to sell drugs in Butler County, or to traffic stolen young girls—or even to loot the wealth of homes in the area—Sheriff Jones and his Super Bowl antics would invite me toward indiscretion instead of providing a deterrent. Having a bounty on your head from Mexican drug lords is a manly thing to have. But dancing like a metrosexual from the Butler County Jail—that is just not acceptable.
I am not however. I am an eternal optimist that doesn’t believe in surrender or allowing the mind to become depressed—about anything. I typically carry everyone on my back toward a goal, and for many years I have been fine with that type of approach. The net result is that second-handers ride in my wake and I’m fine with that until they get the funny idea that they are equal to me, and then try to step out in front and take charge. That is where I have to draw the line. Largely, my support of Donald Trump is due to this trait, he like me is a bottomless pit of optimism, and I think it’s more important to have that type of character in the White House than any other aspect of an election. The world unfortunately is controlled by depressed characters—these second-handers, and it really does need to stop. They need to learn their place, and stay in the wake of their clear superiors. Second-handers are not equal to out-front personalities especially those with great optimism. Optimism is one of the greatest traits a nation, a company or a household can possess.
I recently traveled to and from Japan and many of my intellectual thoughts about optimism was confirmed. They have a national approach that very much embodies a can do optimism that is a direct off-shoot of their Shinto Buddhism as a religion. It shows up in their work, their businesses, and their entertainment— in every aspect of their culture. It is amazing how much the Japanese people do given so little resources on the island that they reside on. A lot of that comes from their remarkably positive attitudes. They are very productive and happy to be. They don’t throw away their elderly and most levels of their society have a playfulness about them that joyfully participates in the sorrows of the world—which is clearly a Buddhist attribute. I had read stacks of books on Japanese culture and by default over many years have adopted my own brand of Shinto Buddhism that does not export the responsibility to some third-party spirit residing outside of our four-dimensional space. There is a science to positive thinking that works so long as that is the objective, and that type of optimism is the missing ingredient that America needs most in a capitalist society.
Most people think I’m insane when I insist on certain strategies in business, but as many have witnessed who have hung around to gather up the results, I always know what I’m doing. People who have been second-handers to me long enough know that I always end up coming out on top, and that in my long history, failure has never taken root. That doesn’t mean I haven’t felt the tinge of detrimental failure. It has certainly knocked on my door many times, but I have never yielded to it in any fashion. I have always been able to find the silver lining and turn it to gold eventually—and that is largely due to my overwhelming approach to a positive attitude. Over time I have become used to having nobody around me share this trait, so I am accustomed to functioning completely alone without any input from others. For me personally, it was nice to deal with the Japanese people in general because when it comes to living an honorable existence with a positive flare, they get it. For instance, it was late at night in Kobe, Japan—actually, last week. I didn’t bring any tooth paste with me because honestly, I didn’t want any trouble with the TSA in America—because they are such a bunch of scardy cats about everything—typical unionized slobs who panic over every little raindrop. I was at my hotel and needed some toothpaste to brush my teeth with. So I ran down to Chinatown where nobody spoke much English to get some supplies. I found a little store open that late and I found some tooth paste even though I couldn’t read a word on the box as to what it was. I could decipher enough to figure out that it was toothpaste. Taking it to the counter there was just one other person in the entire store and it looked like he was a Chinese-Japanese guy in his middle sixties. All I was buying was that little tube of toothpaste. I intended to use the whole tube before traveling back to the United States, so it wasn’t much. The man was very pleasant and treated the purchase like it was a block of gold that I had placed on the countertop. When our transaction was completed he gave me a deep bow in thanks and we parted ways.
The cashier in that Chinatown store didn’t have to bow to me; there was nobody else around to judge his behavior. And he didn’t have to be so thankful of a small tube of toothpaste purchased at 11:30 PM on a weeknight when it looked like there wasn’t going to be much else sold to justify him being open that late. Yet he had a marvelous attitude because to him that toothpaste was equal to a bottle of liquor or a pack of meat sold for a celebration. When you live that way day in and day out for your entire life, you tend to outlast whatever troubles your mind, and a productive outcome can eventually be expected.
Donald Trump has that same type of optimism and I think America needs that a lot more than any other aspect of our society—especially after that trip to Japan. I would say that I think having a positive attitude is more important than legal technicalities, or any other learned behavior passed down from mentor to apprentice within the American framework. I value that positive attitude above all other traits. Too often America have limited themselves into reporting what they can’t do which I find disgusting. I want to hear what someone “can do.” I don’t want to hear come out of anybody’s mouth what they “cannot do” especially if they haven’t tried before reporting. Finding excuses not to do something is not appropriate in a free market capitalist society. The sky should be the limit.
I hope that in Trump’s wake America wakes up to its potential again. In my personal life, those who know me understand that excuses are not welcome. You either accomplish a task, or you keep trying until you do—there is no can’t. That is a word that I reject from the English dictionary—and I don’t use it. And let me just say this, our nation better get their minds wrapped around the concept of achievement once again. And for those who have been riding in my wake, you better get a grip. If you want to play ball, you better know what you are swinging at. When I’m in charge of things, there is only one way to swing that bat, and you better be aiming for the fences. Because failure is not an option—under any circumstances.
Sometimes the details are not important. To ask why I was in Japan doing something extremely important for my part of it would be to miss the internal reason for traveling there. The mind has a way to unleash whatever it is that you most desire and it will manufacture the circumstances of your contemplation—so it is always good to mind your thoughts—even in the middle of the night in a far away land. The products of your thoughts will manifest into reality at some point in time. If you are skilled enough to keep your thoughts very good then eventually your mind will produce into reality whatever becomes the sum of your contemplations. So be careful what you think about.
I have talked about it before, but I’ve spent well over two decades now studying a pretty small book written by Miyamoto Musashi called The Book of Five Rings. I can’t say that it’s my favorite book but I can say that I don’t think a single day has went by since I first read it that I don’t draw from it. So as fate would have necessitated I was in Japan doing Musashi types of things on a big scale, but that was not the intention of the trip for me. There were a cast of characters who had worked very hard together to bring me to a temple atop the mountain Shosha and specifically to the statues of the Shitennō protectors within the temple Maniden. I was doing the kind of things that were the products of my mind that were very specific to all my lifelong efforts so I was living in the moment. There was nothing for me to pray to standing atop that mountain temple isolated from the world that resided far below in Himeji City. I was very impressed with the Maniden structure, it was massive. I couldn’t help but think of the time when Musashi climbed a similar mountain to confront the Buddhists gods then came down spending the rest of his days as an undefeated samurai conqueror uniquely individually based.
The Maniden temple was dedicated to the national religion of Shinto Buddhism which was an inherited mythology from the long forgotten Indus Valley as far over to the east as India. The gods Shitennō are classic examples of Indus Valley mythology which I believe is a remnant of a long lost civilization predating all known history and religion. During his early travels I believe Jesus Christ ran into aspects of Buddhism and took it back to the shores of his birth with his own spin on Zoroastrianism. That religion would of course be Christianity which would become one of the world’s largest religions. But, it is a watered down version of what came before and there is nothing to say that Buddhism was the first thought of rationality concerning religion. It too just as Christianity experienced, is a hand-me-down religious philosophy. But in Japan Shinto Buddhism works and they revere their ancient heroes like Miyamoto Musashi without apology. After spending many years reading books about all these topics it was quite refreshing to see the spirit of Miyamoto Musashi in everyone I met in Japan—literally. From the airline stewardesses to the cooks of Kobe Beef in some of the highest end Steak Houses in the world, it was Miyamoto Musashi who used a foundation of Shinto Buddhism to become one of the greatest swordsman who ever lived and a mythological rock that all of Japan had been able to cling to empowering them to take a tiny island and make it one of the world’s most dominate economies.
So there I was in a remote Shinto temple atop a high mountain just as Musashi had visited well before me, and I had to realize that my thoughts were on my next generation. I was looking for something very unique to bring back to my grandchildren and within the temple as is rather common at such temples around the world, there were little souvenirs that were supposed to bring good luck to those fortunate enough to have them. The story goes that with such items that the god who protected the Buddha years ago would also protect those who made offerings within the temple. So in full ceremony and with the help of a professional guide who said a prayer to the Shitennō on my behalf through the smoke of incense, I brought off the mountain gifts for my grandchildren. For my two grandsons, I brought blessed arrows that will ward off and conquer Jyaki demons—whom I call ultraterrestrials. Different names, same embodiments of corrosive spirits. However for my granddaughter who at this time is still an infant not yet crawling I brought a specific ornament that she can hang in her bedroom for all years to come. The ritual is that you write a wish on the back of this ornament and present it to the Shitennō statues and they will carry out the request. So I wrote my wish on the back and my guide prayed to the Shitennō for me and even carried my items down off the mountain since he insisted that the gods would recognize me as a lord for having a servent to conduct this business between gods facilitating harmony and the fulfillment of objectives. So this is what I wrote.
To rule the earth with grace and persuasion making everything your feet touches an addition to your kingdom without bringing harm to a single person. Make it so Shitennō and bring justice to the world.
The Shitennō are Buddhist protectors of the four directions. They ward off evil, guard the nation, and protect the world from malicious spirits, hence the Japanese term Gose Shitennō 護世四天王, literally “four world-protecting deva kings.” Each represents a direction, season, color, virtue, and element (see below chart). They originated in India as deva generals protecting Lord Indra, but were later adopted into the Buddhist pantheon in China and Japan. Each dwells in and protects one of the four continents surrounding Mt. Shumisen 須弥山 (Skt. = Mt. Sumeru), the mythical home of the Historical Buddha and other Buddhist deities. In China and Japan, they are venerated as temple guardians and protectors of the nation. In China, statues of the four are often placed near temple entrances, but in Japan, effigies of the four are more commonly placed around the central deity on the main altar (the main dais is befittingly called the Shumidan 須弥壇). The four are commanded by Taishakuten (Skt. Indra), Lord of the Center. They are nearly always dressed in armor (yoroi 鎧), looking ferocious (funnusō 忿怒相), and carrying weapons or objects (jimotsu 持物) said to eliminate evil influences and suppress the enemies of Buddhism. They are also typically shown standing atop evil spirits (known as Jaki in Japan), symbolizing their power to repel and defeat evil. Sometimes they are depicted with a fiery halo behind them. Their attributes, however, are not rigidly prescribed and thus differ among Buddhist nations. Shitennō iconography is related to the Four Celestial Emblems (dragon, red bird, tiger, turtle) of China, who also guard the four cardinal directions. In Japanese statuary, the Shitennō are almost always portrayed in animated warrior poses rather than static postures of ease or meditation. Among the four, Tamonten (aka Bishamonten) is considered the most powerful, and over time, supplanted the other three in importance. Indeed, Bishamonten is the only member of the four worshipped independently in Japan, both as protector of Buddhist faith and as one of Japan’s Seven Lucky Gods — one who brings wealth and prosperity. Bishamonten also supplanted Taishakuten (Lord of the Center) as an object of worship, but Taishakuten never enjoyed great status in Japan.
Guardians of the Four Directions, Protectors of Buddhist Law, Protectors of Human Kind, Protectors of the Bosatsu and Nyorai. Most often found standing at the corners of alters. Ferocious looking, sometimes with fiery halo behind them, often stepping on demons called Jyaki. They protect the Buddhist realm for Taishakuten (Skt. Indra), serving as his generals to guard the territories inhabited by humans. Originally from Hindu mythology, and later incorporated into Buddhism. In the Lotus Sutra, they vow to protect those who believe in the Dharma (Buddhist teachings). In Japanese artwork, especially in the mandala form, the four typically appear in a set order, starting with Jikokuten (East), followed by Zōchōten (South), Kōmokuten (West), and Tamonten (North). All four are described in Sanskrit, Chinese and Japanese texts, but their attributes, colors, and names often vary.
Jaki is the name of the tiny creatures the four kings stand upon. Classified as members of the Yaksha in Japan; also referred to as the Amano Jyaku (Heaven Jyaku). In a tradition unique to Japan, the Jaki demons are sometimes represented by two creatures known as Tentōki (Tentoki) 天燈鬼 and Ryūtōki (Ryutoki) 龍燈鬼, which translate literally as Celestial-Lamp Demon and Dragon-Lamp Demon. Japanese legends say these two creatures were originally evil, but after getting trampled by the Shitennō, they repented, were saved, and now carry lanterns as offerings of light to the Buddha, or to light up the road in front of the Shaka Nyorai (Historical Buddha). The Jaki and Tentōki / Ryūtoki symbolize the power of the Shitennō to repel and defeat evil. Two wonderful sculptures of Tentōki and Ryutōki can be found at Kōfukuji Temple in Nara.
We carried out the rest of the trip visiting also the nearby Himeji Castle and eating on the grounds of a former Samurai camp. All this put my mind in the proper place to complete the objective of this particular visit. So I have to thank all the many people who made it possible. There were many kind people involved who took such an epic event and played a part in a stage play that had been written by my mind for many years manifesting now at a time in my life where intellect had become the author of reality. It was for these reasons that I think anyone visiting Japan should embark—because within those two monuments is the heart of a culture and the reasons for its massive global success. Unlike Miyamoto Musashi however, I differ in that I have a family that is getting larger by the moment, and I have expectations for them to do better than I have—and I have set the bar very high. But it’s good to have goals so that the mind knows how to formulate reality around the desires that are most embraced in daily thinking.
I don’t believe that the Shitennō will do as the prayer to them instructed. But what I do believe is that my granddaughter will read that wish for years to come and formulate her mind into a reality that will make it so. For that is the aspect of religion that never has quite found itself as a root of contemplation—too often the belief is that something has to give you something to make it happen. That luck and empowerment come from somewhere else and is given based on sacrifice. It’s not. It comes from the strength of thought and the manifestation of those contemplations into reality by the nature of human endeavor. As a very grown man who has read books about such things for years, I understand that the magic of the Shitennō doesn’t reside in heaven; it is within our own minds. So if I could give my grandchildren a way to think largely early enough to still make a difference, then perhaps their lives will reach those lofty peeks with sheer ambition. Sometimes a young, immature mind needs a feather as Dumbo did to convince him that he could fly. Humans need their religions and other emotional crutches to maneuver their thoughts to higher places. But eventually you come to realize what Miyamoto Musashi obviously realized later in life—that we are the authors of our own fate. The story that evolves comes from what we allow ourselves to think and how that manifests into reality. Given that knowledge, it is good to think big—as big as possible. And it is my hope that in the future, my granddaughter will read that wish from the mountain of Shosha and use it as a feather to realize that she can really fly—as far and often as she wishes—for as long as she cares to over the millennia.
I had to think about this information for a few days before commenting on it, because it’s a fairly massive revelation—literally. It is a true game changer regarding science. You might have heard that Caltech researchers have discovered the gravity signature of a 10th planet (I still consider Pluto a planet). This fairly rocked my foundations as it harkened back to a writer I like quite a lot, a man who researched legitimately some wonderful archaeology in the Middle East, Zecharia Sitchin. He was one of the few scholars in the world able to read ancient Sumerian and Akkadian clay tablets. So I enjoyed several of his books namely The 12th Planet. I read that book years ago and all of the ones that followed. They were compelling reads that I often considered with an eye toward science fiction. He asked enough unanswered questions to convince me that there was more to just about everything regarding the origins of life on planet earth. My biggest problem with Sitchin was his theory that Sumerians declared that there was a giant planet that was in our solar system which occasionally came into the path of other planets with a long elliptical orbit that took many millennia to rotate around the sun. I figured that if such an object existed modern astronomers would have discovered it by now. Well……………………………………………………..the Caltech discovery just made Zecharia Sitchin into a man way, way ahead of his time. Before delving further watch this short video about Sitchin and his 12th Planet, (the sun and moon were considered by Sumerians to be planets). This is not a conspiracy any longer, this is now apparently science fact—or at least it will be once somebody puts a telescope on the planet as they know where it should now be in an elliptical orbit.
The predictions early on, as this discovery is extremely recent news as of this writing, are that this new planet rotates one time around the sun anywhere from 15,000 years to 20,000 years. The Sumerians knew about this planet eight thousand years ago so this certainly falls in line with many mysteries that are heavily speculated about in the time frame of 12,000 to 10,000 B.C. There are thoughts that the Egyptian Sphinx dated back to that period and many other visible archaeological evidence left behind, and this would likely put this new planet within the celestial bodies visible in the night sky to those ancient cultures. It would also likely be responsible for strange gravitational anomalies and other effects felt on earth by whatever species lived at the time.
This resurrects many of the mythologies of that long ago Sumerian period where there was talk about planets colliding and many other tragic events which occurred that didn’t make any sense unless there was some undiscovered planet floating around in space somewhere within the sun’s gravitational pull. This also brings forth a lot of new thought on the asteroid belt between Mars and Jupiter, which likely now is the remains of a destroyed planet that collided with this celestial object. If there was life on Mars at the time—as I believe that evidence will eventually show, this may have provoked them to move toward earth for their own survival giving rise to a whole new species that suddenly evolved. A whole lot of new theories built from mythology needs to be reanalysed.
Of course the green movement is in trouble. When this planet enters the elliptical orbit of the inner planets, with earth being one of them, there will be major tidal forces pulling at our planet and really causing damage to our environment. There are thoughts that there will be tidal waves thousands of feet high striking all the major coastlines and the plate tectonics around the globe will be shoved around like puzzle pieces on an empty tabletop. That suddenly provides a lot of motivation for the various mountain ranges seen from the air where they look like coils of land masses pushed up against each other—like a rug that needs straightened out in a hallway foyer. The forces that made those mountains would require tremendous gravitational force. They are not something that would happen under normal orbits around the sun. When this new planet swings in for its long multi millennial journey back out around the sun it will likely have a violent reaction to every planet in our solar system. Maybe not catastrophic, but certainly it will affect the climatic balance of our terrestrial existence.
You have to consider dear reader that all of human life has essentially evolved since this planet was last seen among the orbits of the inner planets. All of our religions and all of our recorded history. The emergence of this planet points more toward the reality of Zecharia Sitchin’s theories which really forces us to look hard at all the archaeology currently being destroyed—I would say on purpose—by ISIS in the Middle East. There have been numerous conspiracy theories about the planet Nibiru (otherwise known as Planet X) emerging for a long time—many of them fans of Sitchin. The theory indicates that the Illuminati and many government entities have known about this for years—and that the Caltech report was the slow way to reveal to the global population that something of great concern is emerging outside their parameters of understanding. What matters to me is that Caltech revealed the information and that NASA is going to back it up with evidence soon. That is the good news. The bad news is that earth may go through some serious stress. Conspiracy theorists think that this planet will flying into the inner planet orbits in 2016. In all likelihood, it is probably several thousand years away, otherwise amateur astronomers would have been talking about it in a more mainstream fashion—but who knows at this point.
The shock for me is that yet again evidence points toward how little we really know about anything—yet our education institutions have closed the book of understanding on way too many things. It actually angers me to learn what I have about the mound cultures of the Ohio Valley—the complete lie politically motivated regarding American Indians, the source of human life, and the celestial bodies. So be sure to watch the videos included with this article with the openness of a child. You do literally have to unlearn what you’ve learned, because that is the only way to deal with things like this. In a lot of ways this is like learning that you’ve had a spouse cheating on you when Zecharia Sitchin was showing you the pictures all along. As a society we have not wanted to know the truth, but eventually it catches up to you. Sitchin turned out to be right—at least a whole lot more than I would have thought when reading his books. I think I told my wife years ago that Sitchin was a neat person, and smart, but that his thoughts were outdated and not supported by hard science.
He traveled the globe for many decades gathering a lot more evidence than most universities applied to the task. But based on the Caltech report, the biggest problem there was in Sitchin’s report of what the ancient Sumerians believed—has turned out to be a valid theory. No wonder so many ancient societies were concerned about the stars and their positions. A planet like the one recently discovered would really cause complications to any life living nearby as such a planet passes through our orbit radius would cause. Likely there were times in the distant past that the planet was really close to earth while other years it was relatively far away. What’s stunning is that there is actually merit to the conspiracy theories shown on this article. So watch them all and stay tuned. Things are really going to get interesting on this story. This is bigger news than a lot of people yet realize.
