There was a lot not to like about Quentin Tarantino’s latest film The Hateful Eight. I personally didn’t see it when it came out in theaters around Christmas of 2015 because of Tarantino’s political activism against police, but I put it on the checklist. It was sold as a western shot in 70mm traditional wide—just as Ben Hur was many years ago—so I figured it would be worth watching. My chance came once it was released to the home theater market and I was a little excited about it. But after two hours of movie realizing that the whole thing was going nowhere, I was very concerned that if Tarantino was the best that Hollywood had to offer—that they consider him a “modern” Shakespeare–that there is no wonder their movie industry was in trouble. At that point there was still about 45 minutes of movie left to show and I was ready to turn it off—but didn’t because I already had too much time invested.
This is what happens when someone becomes so full of themselves—and have been told by hundreds of aspiring actors and progressive movie producers that they are the greatest thing to arrive since fire. They forget that people actually will see their movies and that those people think very differently about the world than those tucked up against the mountains of California and the Pacific Ocean. The only good characters in The Hateful Eight was the Kurt Russell character. Samuel Jackson wasn’t the greatest and once he revealed an oral sex scene with another guy—I decided I didn’t like him and didn’t want to invest any more time into learning about him. Most of the movie took place inside a cabin getting to know all these characters who were telegraphed very early to being all completely killed off. There was no point to their stories or the interaction between them because it all led to one place—death.
The Hateful Eight is like a person being walked to an execution getting to know all the people spitting on him along the way. It just doesn’t make any sense because that person was going to be dead soon—so why waste the time? It was just horrendously stupid. Beautifully photographed, good soundtrack—most of the time—but just a stupid story—I can’t believe anybody read that script and thought it the work of a genius—and I can’t believe anybody gave Tarantino money to make that movie.
Coming from a guy who shares with me a love for the great movie, The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly, Tarantino obviously isn’t at the same level of Sergio Leone, and I went into The Hateful Eight hoping sincerely that he was. Not even close—not even close to the sincerity of a spaghetti western, which I thought was the point of The Hateful Eight. It ended up being just another sign of a broken and declining culture that doesn’t make anything original anymore—even though all the tools were provided. To suggest that The Hateful Eight is anything close to the masterpiece Hamlet, just because everyone ended up dead in the end is ridiculous. There weren’t any sympathetic characters for which to hang a morality on in Tarantino’s movie. All the characters were villains and none of them were people I’d want to get to know if they sat down next to me at a bar.
Even using the barroom metaphor with The Hateful Eight seems underwhelming. Typically when a man wants to pick up a girl in a bar he engages in small talk to get her to reveal bits about herself. Once she decides to talk about herself the conversation evolves into more personal matters. Then as a climax and some trust won, the girl decides whether or not she wants to sleep with the guy. It’s a little mating game that our species plays to make the experience not seem so cheap. The Hateful Eight is like walking up to that girl and just flatly saying, “Let’s have sex.” Then spending three hours talking about all the things you should have talked about before blurting out the obvious. It was just despicable as a story—pathetic at every level.
I have liked other Tarantino movies—I thought Pulp Fiction was clever, and I enjoyed his work in other things—but I wouldn’t say he’s a master of anything. He’s only smart compared to the very stupid people who now make up the Hollywood industry which these days are just a few rungs above raw porn in its creative impulse. I am really glad that I did not go to see this Tarantino western at the theater because I would have been angry at wasting the money. The Hateful Eight wasn’t a western; it was a monstrosity of undeveloped ideas from a director who obviously has personal problems holding back his artistic ability.
As an example of how all westerns should be presented these days, The Revenant is still the featured example. If you are going to make a western, at least put in the work. So what if someone stole the script to The Hateful Eight and that’s why Tarantino made it into a feature film. The material wasn’t so good that an eight year old child couldn’t have written it—so whatever provoked big money donors to give Tarantino money for that piece of crap sadly overrated the ability of the troubled, progressive filmmaker. The movie wasn’t just bad enough to write a poor review about, it was bad enough that I personally feel like I was robbed just by watching it, because I can’t get back my time. It would have been a much better movie if Samuel Jackson hadn’t forced a naked man to perform oral sex on him, because in the last dying moments he was the only one left and I couldn’t help but think that he was the last person I wanted to see on the screen in the end. Given that, he was the best character in the movie after Kurt Russell’s character died of poisoning. The Hateful Eight was horrendous filmmaking and storytelling at its absolute lowest. Sadly, it represents a new generation that thinks it’s the work of genius—because people are now so stupid and have such a low opinion of themselves that they don’t know any better. People now can actually relate to these despicable characters. And that’s the real problem with The Hateful Eight and the filmmakers who put that trash on the screen.
I have a lot to thank Merle Haggard for and I’ve been thinking about them all since his death on April 6th 2016. He had a lot of great songs, but for me the most important and my personal favorite was ‘Misery and Gin.’ I was 12 years old when I saw the movie Bronco Billy by Clint Eastwood for the first time. It was and still is one of my favorite movies. It hit me at just the right time in my life. Like the Clint Eastwood character in that movie, I was socially awkward up to that point, so I could easily relate to his quirkiness. But the tenacity for which the Bronco Billy’s character stuck to his beliefs even in spite of a changing world held a lot of appeal to me—so I watched it often. One particular time was as a late teenager, I had just been in a serious car accident running around with friends. The driver crashed in a manner that should have killed everyone. I had blood running down every part of my body, and every bone hurt. It was probably the most fun I had ever had watching a movie was that particular time. I had taped Bronco Billy on a new VHS tape off television and enjoyed watching it when I needed a lift—and as I breathed a sigh of relief at still being alive, the Bronco Billy message resonated intensely with me at that particular time. And of all the good songs in that movie it was ‘Misery and Gin’ which had taught me the most about life. Clint Eastwood wisely allowed Merle Haggard to have an extended section of the movie to sing his new song and rolled it nicely into the events of the movie—and I never forgot it.
‘Misery and Gin’ was everything that I didn’t want to be in life. It was a parody of itself, a country song that espoused all the misery that drinking, picking up loose women, and bars filled with cigarette smoke entailed. It was an extremely honest song and was one that I decided very early on that I wanted nothing to do with relating to lifestyle choices. It reminded me of several uncles I had who lived that life, and I thought they were losers. It gave me more conviction to turn away from that kind of life well before I was deep into puberty—and I am thankful for it. Regarding the night of the car accident, I was with a friend in a hot rod car after a Christmas party for the place we worked. That friend and I had a rival relationship; we would continually outdo each other on daring deeds. We took outlandish risks to satisfy the inner daredevil in us—such as playing high-speed chicken with cop cars, fighting the biggest bullies in whatever number they presented themselves and performing any risk of physical manner that opportunity allowed like jumping across high-rise roof tops. We did some really crazy things that should have killed us several hundred times over—and neither of us ever backed down from anything. But you can only push things so far. We both had a knack for coming out on top no matter how deep in trouble we got ourselves. I think I was around 17 at the time.
One thing I had on this friend is that he had difficulty with talking to girls and women. I was never afraid to talk to any girl anywhere about anything. It was very easy for me, but for him it was extremely difficult. He could never find the right words for the right girl. So I’d hang that over his head whenever I could. He’d respond by showing off more to compensate for his inequity. I had arranged for three very attractive girls to race us back to his house after this Christmas party so he was showing off in his hot rod car to do his part in impressing them. He let them get on the highway in front of us by nearly a mile and his plan was to blow by them at over 150 MPH—to show them how fearless and how powerful his car was—because we all know that girls like that kind of thing—the naughty side of them anyway. That’s when his angle was wrong and there was too much traffic on the road and his Chevy, Nova had too short of a wheel base to maneuver quickly in any kind of evasive action so he fishtailed wildly into a retaining wall after blowing by the girls and the car spun endlessly through the heavy traffic before going airborne then flipping end over end down the highway. Of course we didn’t wear seat belts in those days.
Miraculously we landed with the car pinned up against a retaining wall, nose down and pieces of the car strewn all over the highway. We were both alive and hadn’t hit any other cars somehow. But we were all sliced up from broken glass and the violence of the impacts. The police came and arrested my friend for reckless operation, endangerment and a whole host of other violations. I was free to go to the hospital. Instead, the three girls took me home and helped me get all patched up. I put duck tape on the deep cuts to hold the skin together and applied maple syrup to clot up the blood that was still dripping everywhere. After all that was over, I watched Bronco Billy after popping some popcorn and having a nice cold Coke. That is when I realized that life didn’t get any better than that. A good movie, a nice drink, and the thrill of being alive—all I needed was a nice woman to share that kind of thing with. I met my wife about 9 months later—and obviously now I live a lot like Bronco Billy did in that movie—by choice largely because I decided to after that night. It was a little more complicated than that, but looking back, it’s pretty easy to see.
Of that movie it was actually Merle Haggard’s song ‘Misery and Gin’ which communicated strongest to me. I decided I wanted no part of living anything like that life. While most everyone I have known before and since find appeal to that lifestyle—it doesn’t have to be a country honky-tonk, it could be a BW3s or a nightclub—drinking and hanging out with women who have made bad decisions in their lives and living a life of perpetual misery just wasn’t something I was going to do—and I never have. Even that night in the car, it was my love of life which was the secret ingredient that the girls liked so much and why it was so easy to get them to come along and do whatever I wanted—including patching me up. Of course nobody understood that—but I knew it was the promise of getting away from the misery and gin lifestyle that the girls had been trained which was their ultimate fate by a society stuck to that fate by their own bad decisions. I offered a release from that, something of a lottery ticket. It was very appealing to both the opposite sex, and the guy friends I had who clearly wanted to be a part of it whenever possible.
I used Bronco Billy to bond with my wife. We watched it several times a month during our early marriage and she came to understand the words of Merle Haggard very well. Without Bronco Billy, it might have been too difficult to convey to her what kind of life I intended to live. She wouldn’t have understood. But the mood of the entire movie was captured so nicely in that old Merle Haggard song and I have to thank him for it. It put my life in a positive direction very early. Without it, I probably would have still found a way, but it might have taken me a decade or two more to figure it all out. Because of his song, I was able to accelerate the process and apply it much more quickly than if it hadn’t of ever been made. So I’ll miss Merle Haggard. He made my life better in a lot of ways. He was certainly one of the greats and I’ll always be thankful. Listen to the words and maybe it will help you too.
The answer to the elephant in the room is that it is dead—and has been so for some time. It is time to acknowledge it and move on to something else. The Republican Party, which was created to end slavery, for which Abraham Lincoln was its best spokesman—died a long time ago—and is no longer effective. If you put Karl Rove, John Kasich, Mitt Romney and me in a room together all three of them added up would not even come close to me as far as conservatism—so they do not represent me as a political party. They have lost their war with the left and become too much like the enemy—the political left in America. They are useless to me in a representative republic. I have voted for them over and over again for several decades, but they have always been ineffective and the reason was that we were voting for a taxidermy version of an elephant, instead of a real creature full of vigor.
That nagging prospect has been on my mind for quite a long time, but it was never clearer than on the night Ted Cruz won the Wisconsin primary. Cruz has no shot of winning the nomination, yet the party, the media, and all the #NEVERTRUMP fans worshiping the dead and deceased Republican Party behaved as though a New Year had dawned on them and life had been returned to their caricature. Only Donald Trump has a mathematical path of achieving the Republican nomination at the Convention in July. Nobody else does—yet the party is willing to use anybody and anything to delay Trump so that they could hold onto their grip of party control and what they believe are conservative values. Yet studying the voting patterns of Wisconsin, it was only in the heavily populated areas—particularly those most affected by the major talk radio stations which espoused the #NEVERTRUMP mantra loudest that Cruz won. All of the surrounding, rural counties went for Trump. It was almost a carbon copy of the type of voting pattern seen when Democrats compete against Republicans. Country people were having their voices drowned out by the more heavily populated urban areas—and they were not happy about it. The Republican Party wanting any good news that it could get was willing to accept any information that stopped Trump from becoming head of the party—even to the point of self-destruction. The short-sightedness was grossly obvious.
But the glee that emerged from their mouths was rather pathetic. It signified a political party at the Alamo not acting heroically in one last stand, but of a bunch of soldiers out of bullets knowing that the end was coming then seeing that the encroaching army was short on ammunition themselves and was awaiting supplies—they were able to live for five more minutes and were happy about it—even boastful. They were so happy that they denied Trump of roughly 40 little delegates that they missed the point of what the supporters of the GOP frontrunner were espousing. They were just happy that they had a better chance of getting the nomination process to a convention so that they could insert somebody they were more comfortable with—as if the public would put up with it. It was a pretty disgusting display.
My first thoughts and those which stayed with me after considerable contemplation were that the Republican Party just needed to be put to rest. A new party needed to be created, one that better represented conservatives and rural voters much more accurately. I think Trump should make a point and win his remaining primary victories, but that he should then just start his own party—likely a continuation of the Reform Party for which he, Pat Buchannan and Ross Perot were a part of in the past. Even Rob Portman was a part of the Reform Party when he ran for the congressional seat he took over in 1993—I know that because he was going to the same meetings I was—I knew him back then. It’s time for a fresh start and a completely new political philosophy not rooted in the failures of the past. A return to the Party of Reagan is not enough for me. I want something better than what Abraham Lincoln was the head of.
Regardless of how many delegates Trump has, the #NEVERTRUMP people have shown that they will not behave themselves and unite behind him—which they should do. So they need to be destroyed as a movement. We need to have a head to head election with Hillary, Paul Ryan, and Donald Trump. Trump as everyone knows by now has a solid 30% support base no matter what. In a three-way race, that almost gets him an assured victory. I don’t believe Hillary will be able to get 50% of a vote in any election—especially with the troubles she has, and there is no way Ryan beats Trump. I think it’s obvious that given a choice in a three-way race it’s not Republicans that will be split. Kasich as it stands now is similar to Hillary in politics, Cruz with Ryan, and then there is Trump who is about 7 to 8% ahead of everyone else routinely. That is the number nobody is talking about, and it would give Trump a victory in a three-way race without question. So why not? If we don’t have this showdown now—voters will continue to be tricked into voting for the stuffed caricature of an elephant—and that’s just not fair to them.
The only advantage for Trump to win the nomination from the Republican Party is to tap into the funds to run a national campaign. However, Bernie Sanders has shown what people are willing to do to fund a campaign, and Trump has more access to funds from his fans than any political candidate has in the history of politics. I wouldn’t fault Trump for taking $10 million dollar donations from his friends—like Carl Icahn and others to win a general election. I think he has a better chance of winning as a third-party candidate than as head of the Republican Party with all the inner back stabbing that will take place even if he wins the nomination outright. So he should just leave and let them flail on the vine rudderless. The Republican Party doesn’t deserve Trump and they certainly don’t deserve me and the many voters who are sick and tired of the establishment passivity toward Democrats.
To all the #NEVERTRUMPS, I don’t want to be in a political party with you people. I want nothing to do with your stupidity. I’m happy to have it out in a general election in a three-way race and see what happens after the smoke clears. What has to happen is a major philosophic shift in political philosophy—the standard mode of operation just won’t be acceptable. I have always supported the Reform Party, I did when Ross Perot ran in 1992 and in 1996, and I supported Trump and Buchannan when they toyed with the idea in 1999. The reason that the election between Bush and Gore was so close in 2000 was literally that people had to pick between one piece of shit and another. Which one was better—nobody knew and the country was split right down the middle. Bush was not a good president, and then the GOP thought to offer us John McCain, and Mitt Romney.
They are just stupid—rooting for the GOP is like cheering on the Cincinnati Bengals to win a Super Bowl. They just don’t have the ability to get to the big game—let alone win. So let’s just drop them once and for all. Even if Trump secures the nomination with a win in California—he should still go third-party so that the Republicans can be put in a museum with all the other stuffed animals. They are guaranteed losers who will continue down that path until they are taken out of the game. And the time to do that is now-before they do any more damage. Basically, either the GOP brings in fresh blood, or we dump the party, change the name, and have something else to represent conservative values. Not “progressive” conservative values like many of these #NEVERTRUMPs believe (Paul Ryan, Mitt Romney, John McCain, ETC.) But something all together different and more representative of the rural inhabitants of this country—I’m at the point in 2016 of its either Trump for president or nothing for me. Hillary is not even a factor. She can’t even beat an old communist lover. She is not as formidable as the media wants you to believe.
Three things happened within a year of each other which really sent me philosophically into a direction which requires a change of focus. Five to six years ago I had identified that socialists were running our education system in America and that private sector influence needed to be introduced to root them out from dominating the minds of our children. It took half a decade but now those discussions are becoming mainstream—they are discussed openly when prior they were considered conspiracy. We are now on a path within 15 years to correcting the behavior. It won’t be fast enough to help all the poor children raised currently, but it may be to help the next generation. Nothing happens fast when so many people are involved, but first you have to properly identify the problem. That is what I do; I identify problems then use dynamic resources to repair static patterns. CLICK TO REVIEW. I have done that all of my adult life—so I am always on the lookout for the next needed priority. I found it actually while traveling around Japan on business.
For a culture that had been plucked clean of the right to defend themselves first through a dominating emperor than under occupied presence—the Japanese were still very much in love with their ancient samurai culture and it made me ask myself why America had allowed itself to step away from its own cowboy culture so willingly—because I see cowboys and samurai as being symbolically similar to our respective cultures. Japan was conducting its society very well with some basic foundations of philosophy established during the feudal period of their history rooted in Shinto Buddhism. The other thing that happened to me was that my two daughters were both pregnant within a few months of each other and I have this nagging feeling that the world needs to be fixed so that those grandchildren can have a shot at a good life—and I’m not going to let them down. It is my mission in life—from a position of philosophy. Then I saw this old Mattel commercial for a cap gun that the toy maker made for our society supplied to me by some friends within a group that I adore and belong to, the Cowboy Fast Draw Association. This little commercial really says everything.
I didn’t worry about it too much when I was raising my daughters. My wife and I grew up under the optimism of Ronald Reagan and had our children at the end of his presidency and as George Bush took over in 1988. The world was in pretty good shape, communism had fallen in the Soviet Union, and Clint Eastwood was the top box office star in Hollywood. Then Bill Clinton became president and we watched our country fall to all the socialist hippies left over from the 1960s protests. By then it was too late. In our family we stayed very traditional as the world around us fell to progressivism and by the time our two children were married, I had committed myself to healing my nation through philosophy with this blog site—volumes of writing that I provide for free not for any hope of financial gain, but to actually help our country stay solvent by bringing up topics for discussion that nobody wants to talk about. It is a commitment to a survivable human philosophy for living in an emerging century where we either survive, or destroy ourselves following the Vico cycle.
Watching that little video about the Mattel .45 cap gun reinforced in me that an important ingredient to our American philosophy has been purposely destroyed by progressive propaganda and that we must renew it in our culture—perhaps for the first time. I’m not suggesting that America return to a time when women and people of color couldn’t vote—but that the chivalry that was introduced through mythology within the American western needs to be a staple that holds our society together. In Japan, the samurai culture goes a long way to assisting them in just about every aspect of their society. Our counterpart is the American Cowboy and I intend to make it my mission in life to restore it to its rightful place—with gradual infusion of my brand of philosophy. The first time through I don’t think we understood the magic that made America exceptional. But now we have a much clearer idea through the benefit of hindsight. We have seen what the progressives in our society intended for us—and that is the enemy of capitalism. As much as I liked the Teddy Roosevelt “Rough Rider” presidential persona, he was a progressive that established the anti-trust elements of an over-extended government and the roots of that failure need to be reversed all the way back to the period of 1870 to 1890, legally and morally.
It was in those years—after the Civil War was out-of-the-way and mankind was free for the first time in its long history—that giant steps toward human endeavor took place. No nation on earth was superior to America and finally the philosophy of the American Way had taken root to free the slaves. Not everyone was on board yet, but the laws of the land dictated the social evolution. There was still war among the collectivist cultures of the Indian against the frontiersmen—and that victory went to the individually based cowboys who settled westward expansion with great emphasis on personal freedom. While some may look to what the Indian lost and their reverence toward nature as tragedies what a nation gained was the type of society that could be built under capitalism—and it was in those years when railroads connected the nation and cities rose on the wealth created under Adam Smith’s capitalism that the most opportunities known to humankind showed itself for the first time truly.
Progressives have put an emphasis on the destruction of the Indians—(which they call Native Americans) because the nomads living in North America at the time of Columbus’s arrival reflected many of the mystical elements of a progressive culture—a Kantian philosophy rooted in blind trust in spirits, nature, and the individual’s insignificance among the heavens. While the Navaho sand paintings of the North American southwest were nearly identical to the practices of Tibetan monks in eastern China it never seemed to raise an eyebrow—whereas it should have—the many hours of delicate work that went into making such paintings were routinely and ceremoniously destroyed to reflect the point of the art in the first place. Once created into beautiful and complex pictures they were then mixed up into a collective powder to return to the earth as “one” element. The ritual is of course to emphasize that we are all just grains of sand that make up a beautiful life together but a reminder that at the end of our days we return to the earth to become part of the greater cosmos. It’s the old question, are we the light bulb or the light—from which do we associate? Does light come from the light bulb or does it come from the energy that flows through it? The collectivist says it’s the energy that flows through the bulb. The individualist says that without the bulb, there is no way for the energy to emerge into this world as a captured element. This is the philosophy of the modern progressive who hates the light but loves the light that comes from it and is why they love gay sex, abortion, orgies, broken families, dysfunctional relationships and other diabolical practices—because they don’t associate themselves as individuals (light bulbs), but as part of the “greater” universe.
Young boys who grew up on those westerns and the women who fell in love with them, married and had children, found that within the values established by the American western the foundation concepts of a thriving nation. When a young boy could wear one of those Mattel six shooting cap guns on their hip and play at being a western hero like they saw in the movies and on television they grew up to be good husbands, hard workers, and generally good neighbors. There were imperfections of course, but the basics were foundations which helped create the strongest economy in the world with the greatest GDP of any nation. Ronald Reagan essentially restored some love for the American western during his presidency and Clint Eastwood made a lot of money producing and directing them, mainly the great Pale Rider and Unforgiven.
Pale Rider has always haunted me; it is about two ways of looking the same problem. There isn’t an Indian in the entire story—it’s all about land rights and who has a claim to them—which is a rather strong premise for a typical western—the protection of private property. The film is about the argument of two aspects of capitalism—settlers looking for gold so they can get rich and live a fresh life on the frontier. The villains are crony capitalists who have industrialized the gold mining process with strip mining and the heroes are the little village of gold miners working the creeks panning for gold in a very traditional and non evasive way. Of course the industrialists are trying to force the underdogs off their land so they can mine it in the stripping process they are utilizing upstream. Clint Eastwood as a hired gun is brought on to protect the underdogs from the vicious strip miners. Both villains and heroes in the story are capitalists—certainly not collectivists. It was the perfect western to see at the end of the Reagan presidency which gave rise to people like Donald Trump. The movie was essentially about “responsible” laissez-faire capitalism and that brand of economic method is only possible with a culture that can defend itself from the natural greed that sometimes overtakes the overly ambitious.
The Indians and other mystics of the “East” have decided that material acquisition in this life is not important—which is essentially what their sand paintings were all about—the futility of achievement. What they were able to do was beautiful, but that nobody should fall in love with the products of their imagination—that at some point we all return to the dust and become of the earth. Progressives to this day still believe such things and their philosophy have virtually destroyed our human species. That needs to stop and the only way is to return to a period before their incursion of faulty philosophy.
That Mattel commercial spoke of a time when young boys walked a bit taller, strived to be a bit better, and desired to be a good guy with a gun fighting bad guys who use force and collective might to incite tyranny upon the world. The cowboy and their six guns spoke of justice that anybody who practiced with it could utilize to keep peace and order in the universe. It was a philosophy that evolved under the guidance of American Old West mythology but instilled more than just history into inquiring minds. The six-gun brought value to our society and kids couldn’t wait to use them so they could learn to grow up and be the kind of man who people wanted to hire, and the type of man women wanted to marry—and the type of man who their children wanted to grow up to become. Progressives have attacked that premise, and it’s time to reverse the damage.
So that will be the focus of this new stage, which I’ve said before will put a light on the aspects of our culture known as the American Gunfighter. If it takes five years to start changing minds toward guns and the American West, my new little granddaughter will just be entering her first year of kindergarten. 15 years after that, she’ll likely be starting to look to start a family of her own—and when she arrives at that time I want her to have a lot better options than she has right now. She doesn’t need to deal with “he/she girly men, lazy losers, and drug addicts. She deserves a real man, and obviously in our culture that starts with establishing respect for a gun and the people who properly teach young minds how to use them. The tradition of passing down a gun from father to son or cinematic hero to a hungry audience is important. And the use of the gun to protect capitalism from collective enterprise is a key to understanding America. For that reason, we were a better country in 1870 than we are in 2016—and to return to that level of awareness; we need to make the gun, especially the single action six-gun, more a part of our national mythology.
It is in that very simple symbol a major key to solving many of our contemporary problems, and it is time to express it in a way that makes philosophic sense to a society that has been flamboyantly lied to by progressives. To me, the heart of America is in that Mattel commercial. And it’s time that we properly defend it from enemies foreign and domestic. Japan has been through a whole lot more than we have as a country and they have held to their traditions. We have a lot more to be proud of, and there is no reason we shouldn’t hold our traditions dear to our hearts. That was the question and answer I had while leaving Tokyo recently, and the samurai culture that I had observed. I learned all about the West by traveling the East—and the clarity for me couldn’t be more profound.
It was just a few years ago that the Chicago Teacher’s Union had a strike that lasted for quite a while and now those radical, socialist, ungrateful, overly paid baby sitters are at it again walking off the job completely for one day to protest state funding—which does not exist—and giving 400,000 students no place to go but libraries, churches and other “contingency sites,” while their parents slaved away at a job to pay for college which is often the intellectual final nail in their youthful coffins. Sadly, as much as teachers—especially those protesting in the streets of Chicago stopping traffic and being an extreme nuisance and burden on society—the kids were let down by every adult in their lives. Their teachers were socialist activists, their parents too busy to stay home and care for them, and the media missed the entire point of the whole matter. People wonder why kids grow up so stupid, why they become activists themselves for Bernie Sanders socialism—well, they learned it in their public schools—socialist brothels of intellectual destruction and left-winged propaganda. The March 2016 one day strike by the teacher’s union in Chicago was one of the most disgusting things I’ve seen this year—and it should be a lesson to all what we’ve allowed to happen.
I say it quite a lot and have for quite a number of years—children would be far better off if parents just left them alone at home playing Playstation or Xbox all day instead of going to the socialist oriented public schools that our nation has given us. It’s a hard reality most people can’t get their minds around—because it’s such an inconvenient truth—but we should have always known what was coming, as the whole operation was ran by a giant public sector labor union. The only real goal of the teacher’s union has been to make students into left-winged radicals. Luckily, not everyone grows up to become a socialist, and not all teachers individually are bad people. There are many in that Chicago protest crowd who likely have no idea what socialism is, or understand what their role in this whole debacle has been—but history defines it for us and shows the direction we are all headed.
As this protest raged there were some startling statistics about the demographic nature of a future America by 2050 which came out. Leftists are absolutely addicted to diversity implementation—mixing different cultures together to change the nature of constitutional law within the United States which is how labor unions and other progressive groups always intended to overthrow America without firing a single shot in a second, un-named revolution. So their emphasis has been on skin color, sex, sexual preference and lots of other superficial aspects not even encompassing the essence of what makes a human being human. They see public schools as melting pots of diversity raising children to have no barriers to sexual attitudes, acceptance of those who “look” different than they are, and completely ignoring actual behavioral characteristics because they have misidentified the key ingredients of a successful society.
Even though I have said many good things about the filmmaker George Lucas he obviously has lost his way over the years—probably because he attended too many democratic fundraisers and the politics of San Francisco liberalized him over time—but the “bearded one” has called Chicago his adopted second home. He loves the progressive nature of the city which he considers doing important work toward achieving a more “fair” society. This is one of the main reasons I no longer like Star Wars. When Lucas made the first films—back in the 80s, they were quite good and had characters that would have been most at home in an Ayn Rand novel. This is partly because Lucas believed much about the world at the time that I do now—best exemplified by his truly great film, THX-1138. But after a divorce that he never really got over, hanging around democratic socialists within the Hollywood community that finally embraced him after many years of trying, then biologically changing in his later years becoming increasingly liberal as his testosterone levels dropped off—he is unrecognizable now and his films reflect his mental status. Now Star Wars is about “diversity” more than it is about throwing off a tyrannical regime hell-bent on destroying individualism. As great as Lucas was as a businessman and filmmaker, he now fails to identify attributes that have contributed to the complete failure of Chicago to operate as a responsible city. As a city it is unofficially bankrupt, living off tremendous debt. When the current mayor finally leaves—who has been extremely progressive all along—the next person will have a huge mess to clean up and that will likely lead to a similar fate as has been witnessed in Detroit. The lines between a capitalist society and a socialist one have been blurred to the point that nobody any longer understands—even our most “educated” and most artistic—like Lucas.
What’s the point of teaching children anything if what they are learning in public school is socialism? The argument is from the left that compassion for others is the most important thing in a human society. They believe as many of those Chicago protesting teachers do, that social equality is more important than individual gains—which is why the teachers are protesting the state to bestow upon them more tax money extracted from private property and thrown in their direction. They have become happy little socialists in the same way that Bernie Sanders has gained in popularity. Kids supporting the socialist presidential candidate will tell you that their reasons are to gain access or debt relief from their college tuitions—which they have been told will be free. Yet the teachers and professors within those professions often push up and over the six figure salary territory after obtaining tenure. The left-leaning advocates for public schools, including college, have signed up their lives to the cause of socialism because the pay was so extraordinarily good. Average people like these teachers couldn’t hope to make so much money anywhere else than they do in the teaching profession. Yet the debate against my position has always been that teachers are valuable people giving wisdom to the next generation and that without them society crumbles. Well, I’d say with them society is guaranteed to fail—without teachers—strictly on their own—kids have a better chance of succeeding in life. That is how destructive socialism is to individual minds.
The belief in public schools is that individual achievement is vile and that group associations are vastly more important because equality between all parties is utilized—and taught. The position of the “left” is that individual conquest is only for the physically, and intellectually strong and that it is a “caveman” mentality which society should overcome. What they forget is that advancements in society are not induced by “fairness” but by hunger. For instance, with as much money as our American civilization has poured into public schools and colleges, kids have not statistically become more intelligent. If you talk to anybody under 30 years old today—you’ll see quickly what I’m talking about. Most young people have been deliberately intellectually handicapped by the public school system to make the best and brightest no better than the sluggish and stupid. When you build your society around the weakest links, you obviously will get a weak society—which is why socialism is so detrimental to any civilization. Teachers have been unable to increase their effectiveness around the world no matter how much money has been spent on them essentially because their emphasis is on “equality and group assimilation” as opposed to individual achievement. In a capitalist society, not everyone can be rich, smart, and powerful—but everyone has a chance to if they work at it. The net result of that effort and success then benefits all of society. There is no way to blend the two together. George Lucas tried with his Jedi concept in the Star Wars films—but had to rely on mythical superpowers to blur the lines of what any human could possibly achieve. Essentially Lucas like most on the political left turned toward Plato’s Republic as justification for their philosophic society—in the case of Star Wars, the Jedi are the council of wisdom that governs society without any individual desire. If a Jedi does let personal desires drive their needs, then their superpower attributes become dangerous to society at large and the organized mass of collective consciousness will desire to have a rebellious overthrow of the renegade individual—that is essentially the message of the movies without the Han Solo element added to the plot. I always liked Han Solo because he was an Ayn Rand conservative that functioned so well to keep saving everyone and advancing the Star Wars story. But without Han Solo, Star Wars is just another examination into Plato’s Republic—which is the opposite side of the coin of Aristotelian logic for which Ayn Rand associated and evolved her thoughts on the matter.
All this contemplation about how we arrived at National Socialism without realizing it is good for understanding how a bunch of overpaid and ungrateful teachers from Chicago ended up in the streets demanding even more money than they are already being paid to essentially destroy the lives of the students they were supposed to be teaching. Politicians looked at that protest and shuddered at all the voters who had nowhere to take their children because nobody does the job of parenting anymore—leaving the task of raising children to the state. So when the teachers wanted to protest to show the world how much power they had through “collective bargaining” they had a monopoly on the children and used them as extortion pieces. That is the “compassionate” side of George Lucas’ ideal society, and the ultimate failure of the entire political left—especially those who have bankrupted the once great city of Chicago. I’d encourage you dear reader to watch all the videos shown above for more information and proof. It’s not an easy admission, but it’s one that we all need to grapple with. Public schools are not good for our children. They might someday become that way if the right market forces were applied, but in the state they are now, they are detrimental to our children. Kids would be safer and their minds kept more intact if we left them alone at home with just a T.V. and a video game system. They’d learn more about capitalism there than in school, and in American society—that is what they should have always been striving towards. These problems will continue until our society recognizes the source of the problem—that it is socialism that drives these large teacher unions and they do not have our national sovereignty or our American economy in high regard. By contrast they wish to continue to extract wealth from the haves, and redistribute them to the have-nots as if the mechanisms of productivity were a finite resource not driven by capitalist invention.
To prove it, each one of those teachers should have been fired from their jobs and replaced. Children would not notice, and the parents would see no drop in scholastic performance, and that is the big secret that the teacher unions are terrified of. It’s only a matter of time before we have to call their bluff—because the money isn’t there for them. Chicago isn’t alone in their debts—most of America is going through the same crises. Only when we finally do—and break the back of the teacher’s union and get their left-leaning political influence out of our schools and the Department of Education can we hope to reverse the trends we are seeing today—a nation slipping into socialism at an alarming rate. Personally, I’m not willing to fund our own destruction. How about you?
These are my kind of girls. Who said Donald Trump didn’t do well with women? Ted Cruz does well with women, but not in the right way—sounds like he has serious problems—which Diamond and Silk do a wonderful service to break down for their viewers.
What was that Glenn Beck said about Ted Cruz—he’d drop him in a minute if any of these sex stories was true—but that he didn’t believe Ted had any “game” with women? Hmmmmm, sounds like Ted has more game than he let on. What are you gonna’ do now Beck?
I’m not a big fan because often degenerates, welfare recipients, and the type of people who are most at home on the Jerry Springer Show populate the premises—but Wal-Mart in Fairfield, Ohio off Princeton Rd by Bridgewater Falls is finding itself the victim of progressive attack. In spite of my feelings about the place and the people it attracts, I think what Wal-Mart does is wonderful as a retail outlet. There are many more good things than bad; I’m just not a fan of the place because of the people who are often there. Take them all away, and I enjoy going there. Put me at Wal-Mart on a crowded Saturday to pick up mulch, and I’m not a happy person. But my wife is, she has shopped there for the entire time it has been in that location and it helped raise our family with food options that made it much easier for her to be a stay-at-home mom. One thing about my wife, she is intensely loyal, so she loves that particular Wal-Mart because it has been good for helping her raise her family with low-cost options over the many years. She likes the people who work there and finds their company refreshing—mostly because many of them are older people—whom she typically gets along well with. Since she is a housewife, she is able to go to Wal-Mart during the day when most people are working—and typically has a good experience.
But on March 29th, 2016 the foundations of her reality were shaken to her very core. She had been there to spend quite a lot of money, she bought most of our food for the week, some other items and had picked up a $300 pair of glasses from the optometrist. It was a hefty bill to pay and she was enjoying spending the money at a store she believed in—to her Wal-Mart represents raw American value—red, white, and blue patriotism—getting the most products for the lowest cost—lack of unionized labor and goods and services all under one roof. You can get your eyes checked, a pharmaceutical order fulfilled and have your tires changed all while you shop for groceries, lawn supplies, and pick-up wonderful toys for the grandchildren. But to her shock for the first time in nearly 15 years, she stepped up to the check-out and only one lane was open—because it was the middle of a weekday and there wasn’t a need for multiple lanes to be open—and what she found was a transsexual kid dressed in blue lipstick, short black hair, a push-up bra, and a black skirt working the cash register. She had no choice but to go through his lane and she was very pissed off about it.
For context, we choose to live in an area of the country where we don’t have to deal with derelicts like this. As a couple, we don’t go to areas of the city where gay bars are prominent; we don’t hang out on college campuses, and we don’t go to music concerts where these kinds of people are increasingly commonplace. Even though I like Key West, we don’t hang out on Duval Street late at night where transsexuals, homosexuals, and transvestites are populating every street corner on the south end. We don’t go to Fantasy Fest there—where middle-aged repressed sociopaths with above average incomes can frolic in the decadence of a Romanian orgy. We don’t watch television shows that embrace those types of progressive attributes outside of male and female monogamous relationships. We don’t want that kind of crap in our life, and we make choices to avoid it. So it was quite a shock to my wife to have to deal one on one with such a progressive disaster—a full-fledged transsexual that was so flamboyant about his imposition in our community, that he was audaciously challenging anybody to “judge” him incorrectly—because he was protected by law to be an imbecile. It wasn’t alright with her.
She endured the experience while transacting with the boy but shortly before leaving she just felt disgusted. So she proceeded to the customer service area to take back all her items and get her money back because she didn’t want to give money to a company that supported such behavior. She was appalled utterly. Of course the manager spoke to her and he basically stated that legally they were paralyzed from discriminating against the kid and that if they did, they feared a lawsuit—which I understand is exactly the case. The law handed down by Supreme courts both state and federal have given us these impositions and my wife was furious about it because now it was in her own back yard. The kid knew he was protected by law to harass the sensibilities of normal, average, good-hearted American morality, and she was fuming with anger over it. She gathered up the contact information to speak to corporate headquarters to complain then she headed to the optometrist to take back her very nice new glasses.
Luckily, the lady working the counter was a levelheaded older person who calmed her down. I won’t go into the details of what the lady told my wife—because I don’t want to get her into legal trouble—but the short story is this—the other employees working that day agreed with my wife—only they weren’t allowed to say anything about the kid. They were forced to put up with the little scum bag. By law, they have had their First Amendment rights taken away from them—the transsexual was allowed to harass everyone else, but nobody was allowed to harass him—by law. And Wal-Mart’s hands were tied behind their back while progressive attacks of middle-America punched them square in the face.
In the future, my wife simply won’t buy anything if she has to deal with people like that kid. He shouldn’t be anywhere that customers have to interact with him. This whole episode reminded me of a trip my family took to the Mellow Mushroom in West Chester. I like the pizza there, but often find the environment too progressive for my tastes. Now since Pies and Pints has opened at Liberty Center we choose to go there for fresh pizza instead of the Mellow Mushroom just because that Liberty Center environment is much more conservative. To be honest, when I am spending $70 to $100 dollars on food I expect an attractive waitress—and by attractive, I’d like her to be a young college girl with good hygiene, speaks in complete sentences, isn’t covered in tattoos and body piercings and is well within the appropriate weight for her height. If I end up with a guy, he needs to look well-groomed, have short hair without dandruff, and speak respectively. Usually it’s not a problem, and it’s certainly not sexual—it’s just that beat up old wrecks are not pleasant to be around. Younger people are like new cars off the assembly line, and when you are going out to eat, you want to see new cars, not vehicles ready for the junk yard. If we wanted to see that, we’d just stay home. Chili’s is particularly good about having a nice mix of such people—their recruiting is obviously successful. They can’t discriminate, but they manage to create a competitive environment to weed out the undesirables. But at the Mellow Mushroom of course they get progressive kids applying because the environment attracts those types of people—and that is the biggest turn-off for me. On one occasion, we had an openly gay waiter and he drove me nuts. He was so flamboyant that I almost left—he was really pushing the whole gay thing commenting on my daughter’s clothing along with sucking up to my wife. Of course, by reading this, you can get a sense of her state of mind. She hasn’t wanted to go back there since. I have under professional circumstances, but she hasn’t. We tend to vote with our feet, so these progressive trends have an impact on a company’s bottom-line. I considered the $150 dollars we spent there that day to be completely wasted money. We would have had much more fun popping in a frozen pizza into the oven at home—because at least then we wouldn’t have some gay guy hitting on us and doing who-knows-what to our food between the kitchen and our table.
That is precisely why progressive activists have pushed to have protected legislation allowing kids like that Wal-Mart transsexual to come into our neighborhoods and assault our sensibilities, but they expect not to receive any fire back in return. They—being the progressive activists deliberately dressing up in blue lipstick and a skirt with a push-up bra to work as cashier at Wal-Mart—intend harm to the lifestyle my wife and I have chosen for ourselves. They will of course say that we are being “judgmental” and are advocating “hate speech” because the law has empowered them with such beliefs. What the legal system and the politics that has shaped it neglect is that being “judgmental” is one of the greatest attributes of living as a human being. Progressive activists and the legal system are demanding that we stop thinking and just accept these incursions against tradition, and in my family, that is not acceptable. Not at all. If scum bags like this transsexual kid want to flaunt themselves in front of our faces, there will be consequences. They don’t have a right to impose themselves on our sensibilities. If they want to do what they do, they have a right—but through competition, we must have options to avoid them. I suggested to my wife that she not shop at Wal-Mart, that she stay in places where the prices are higher and along with them, the expectations of the clientele. But honestly, the Kroger Marketplace in Liberty Township has more than its share of these degenerates shopping there—the situation is endemic to the progressive incursion cast upon us by a political class that wishes to destroy the American family. She loves that particular Wal-Mart, so she wasn’t open to that idea. In the future if she doesn’t have options to avoid people like that transsexual employee, she just won’t shop that day. And that’s the way it’s going to be. When we go out to dinner, we don’t want a bunch of silly boys prancing around like girls expecting a 17% tip with their hands all over our food—and we don’t want to exchange money with people who look like their hands are disgusting—because if they dress that way—god only knows where their hands have been. We don’t claim to be modern or hip, we don’t like these changes to the family structure of American society and short of invoking an Amish privilege toward tradition—we certainly won’t be endorsing such lifestyles under any circumstances—especially, with our hard-won money. It is a shame that companies like Wal-Mart are so terrified of the legal implications of such justified discrimination based on sound judgment. Because if there were any justice in this world—those types of things wouldn’t happen in our town. I can see them happening in places writhe with filth, like Las Vegas, Key West, and the various swingers clubs around the world—but not in a family rich environment like Butler County. The legislators who allowed such things to happen should be ashamed of themselves for not having more courage to stand against progressive activists. Because that leaves the dirty work to people like me—which is not what we hired you politicians to do in the first place—cave to the worst among us, so that the good would have to just endure the folly.
This has never been more evident than in the city of Detroit—utterly destroyed by socialism. Chicago is not far behind and is currently propped up exclusively by debt incurrence. Chicago doesn’t have the wealth building ability to pay their debts at the rate that they are acquiring them. But they are small potatoes compared to California—which was once one of the great economies of the world. Now it’s quickly on its way to becoming an empty husk of what it once was and now they have delivered to themselves one of the final nails into their coffin—they approved an increase in the minimum wage with a plan to get to $15 dollars per hour within a few years. Without question, based on the strength of the Bernie Sanders campaign in the West, the entire coastline has been destroyed by progressive politics greatly crippling the American economy. Now with the minimum wage hike they have fully committed to socialism which of course will deplete their once great state of its wealth quickly.
As I’ve said before, I have worked in fast food for a number of years as a second job. I understand the nature of it—and how hard it can be—and at no time did I ever consider that those positions should be paid any kind of “living wage.” Nobody should seek to make a long career out of a fast food job. They are entry-level jobs that should encourage people to improve their skills and value to the capitalist marketplace. For instance—when I worked in fast food, while other people goofed off on their breaks, I read books so that I could become smarter for better things to come. I worked many odd jobs for essentially the first 15 years of my adult life—up until about 35 years of age. Some of those odd jobs were at fast food places—like Wendy’s, McDonald’s, Frisch’s and so on. During that entire period I never wasted one single break on needless exercises. I was always reading books and trying to improve myself—and there isn’t one person from my past who could step forward and say otherwise. I learned a lot of things in these jobs which obviously helped me later on in life. No, I didn’t get paid much, but the wealth I took away from those jobs was invaluable. But always there was a hunger to do better for my family which pushed me to continuously improve.
Without that motivation to step away from fast food, a lot of talent in America is sure to be wasted. Getting paid so much money for the entry-level workforce weakens all the market mechanisms which make capitalism so successful, which of course is the point of progressives who have been advocating the $15 dollar an hour minimum wage. Of course if the minimum wage is set at $15 then all the jobs upstream from fast food will have to increase which is how the socialists have always planned to attack the American economy—by striking at the profit of corporations for the good of the “people” as if they had equal ownership of the means of labor.
The unintended consequence is that companies like McDonald’s will either downsize and further automate their operations lessening their reliance on labor, or they will relocate to some other area of the country that does not have such hefty financial burdens toward their profit margins. Every video game player should understand this concept. Without some measure of profit—whether its points gained, or trophies won in competition with others—there is little incentive to play a game or open a business—if there is no profit. Human beings are driven by profit. As an example—I am a big fan of the Assassin’s Creed video games. There are lots of ways to “profit” in those games—as you succeed you get to open up new areas to explore, you get achievement trophies to share online with the friends in your network, and of course you earn upgrades to your playable character. Every Silicone Valley geek understands how this works—yet they have a hard time applying these lessons to real life—such as in politics. The same young people who will play an online game for 24 straight hours trying to grind it out to earn bonuses—will stand on a street corner protesting McDonald’s for a minimum wage hike without understanding that they are weakening the game of life for which we all live by. In their minds the two worlds are separated by fantasy and reality—but in the human mind—they are one in the same.
No video gamer wants their achievements and hard work penalized so some newbie can just come into a game like Assassin’s Creed and instantly be as good as everyone else. They are expected to work hard to earn the right and respect of everyone else. Well, the same holds true in a capitalist society. No top executive wants to see some snot nosed kid step directly into a corner glass office in a high-rise firm who hasn’t fought and earned the right to be there. And no straight out of college kid should earn $6 figure salaries unless they’ve done the work to be the top of their field of endeavor. By giving fast food workers an instantly high minimum wage—they are penalizing all those in life who play the game of capitalism hard and create all the jobs for which socialists are so eager to give away for free.
The net result will be fewer jobs in California, higher prices because of the lack of competition, and a general gradual lessening of their global economic prowess. The benefits that so many Californians take for granted today, such as having a McDonald’s down the road for a quick coffee and a breakfast will evaporate the higher that the minimum wage increases rise. McDonald’s will automate and implement those new devices into their stores to protect their margins—which is the lifeblood of their company—it’s not to serve society—it’s to make money—to earn points in the capitalist system. Then what California will end up doing along with socialist Seattle is force McDonald’s to reduce their staffing levels all across the country minimizing job opportunities—not increasing them. For the guy like me who just wanted to earn a little extra money and experience—those jobs may not be available if McDonald’s has to drop their minimum staffing levels from 6 or 7 employees to 3 or 4 to maintain their current margins. Once they develop a formula in California for dealing with the increased costs—they’ll implement that strategy to every store they have around the world.
So it is very sad to see that California took the plunge further into socialism. But I did tell everyone a long time ago that all this was coming—and we know what it looks like—and what impact it has—yet they did it anyway. It further prevents our national GDP from ever having a chance to overtake our massive debt with increased productivity. It certainly puts us all further in the hole—which was always the strategy. How does that make you feel America? It should make you VERY angry.
With all the recent excitement there hasn’t been much time to congratulate Warren Davidson for winning the seat John Boehner left behind in Ohio’s 8th District. Butler County Republicans did not support Davidson, so thankfully the district was big enough to not be swayed by the party bosses as the Troy native picked up enough votes north of Preble County to push him over the top in a race with double-digit challengers. I was a supporter of Davidson and he had the endorsement of Ann Becker of the Cincinnati Tea Party so he was our best hope for a congressional representative who would go to Washington D.C. and represent Tea Party type values, fiscal responsibility, free markets, and limited government.
Anywhere that Bill Ayers is protesting you want to make sure that you are on the opposite side of him. Ayers, the terrorist friend of Barack Obama was spotted at the Trump rally in Chicago helping to instigate terror throughout the ranks of middle-America with a show of leftist unity that has been nurtured in our education system against American terrorism. George Soros has been funneling money to insurgents against Trump for reasons that should be obvious. Trump represents a complete destruction of the political system that most politicians have grown used to supporting. If Trump can manage to stay afloat, his presence along will dominate Washington politics in ways that I have only dreamed of, and Warren Davidson will have the benefit of being a good person not yet corrupted thriving in the wake of that turmoil. Now that the reality of a Trump candidacy is setting in, the bandits are clinging to desperation. Soros also tossed money at John Kasich to keep his campaign alive to soak up delegates in an attempt to block Trump from the nomination. His reason is obvious to all those who know the Soros history. As an open border advocate, Trump will put an instant end to that practice and restore national sovereignty, which the Hungarian billionaire has spent the last three decades trying to destroy. All the villains are out against Trump and all at the same time. Most people would have long been destroyed—so the fact that Trump is still unfettered by all the attacks from both within and outside the Republican Party is quite something to behold.
John Boehner did put out a nice message to Davidson congratulating him on the victory of being the next to hold the seat of the former Speaker of the House. Years ago I received an exclusive invite to meet with Boehner at a special event in Butler County—and the people who extended the invitation were to me very powerful people in their own right. I couldn’t figure out why they treated Boehner as a celebrity the way they did. My in-laws knew John Boehner when he was a bright-eyed boy about a decade younger than Warren Davidson is now—and they liked him a lot. John Boehner was a hard-working nice boy who had small town charm and common sense. We all thought that he was going to be something special when he became Speaker of the House—the third most powerful position in the world regarding government. But obviously all the years on the Hill changed Boehner and he wasn’t able to do as we hoped. So I skipped the event much to the dismay of the invitees—I really didn’t feel like shaking his hand and breaking bread with him. Just the other day Boehner proposed that at a brokered convention in Cleveland during the hot months of July that the party nominate Paul Ryan to the presidency ignoring Trump and Cruz after all the work and pledges to the party that had been made. It was just a little shocking that Boehner tossed his opinion in the ring because it showed his real intentions. Boehner had retired from Congress to do essentially one thing—and that was to become a lobbyist on K-Street a year after. Trump and his methods of management threaten to make that world of lobbying a much less stable enterprise and for people like Boehner—who are counting on that revenue stream based on those who have come before him—people like Trent Lott—Trump is terrible news for them—because a lot of money gets wasted on K-Street that nobody knows anything about. I never considered Boehner a celebrity or even somebody I’d want to breathe the same air near. To me he was just another failed politician.
I had given Boehner two chances not to be a complete loser and he failed at both. First was a time when I went to one of his town hall events to express the concerns I had for the 8th district. This was back in 2010. I had prepared a Power Point exhibiting how K-Street needed to be reformed, our involvement in the United Nations scaled back, and how taxes needed to be lowered. Boehner wasn’t there of course—he was too big of a celebrity by then to deal with constituents directly—so he sent underlings to handle things on his behalf. I received a nice form letter from him a few weeks later thanking me for participating in the democratic process. It looked like it was signed by him, but I wasn’t impressed—so I threw it away with the rest of our garbage that day. A few years later after Obama had worked appointees during congressional recess acting in an illegal fashion I stopped by Boehner’s office with a very carefully worded letter pressing the Speaker to use his power to stop Obama from pushing around the Republican Party. REVIEW THAT LETTER HERE. On that I heard nothing from Boehner’s office and that was it for me. I was ready to see the guy knocked off his perch and replaced with someone who really wanted to do the job of representing our district.
Area Republicans were much divided about Boehner. The Tea Party types looked for ways to challenge him in a general election as party bosses schemed to keep Republicans aligned under the Speaker. As Judy Shelton and many others yelled to those who could hear them—that the Tea Party would be destroyed within a year of 2014 they missed that across the county there were more eager young limited government types emerging in the House and Senate that were beginning to challenge Boehner’s leadership driving him to resign in October of 2015. Republicans in the House were deeply divided, there were many who were trying to represent the Republic in the proper way while many old timers like Boehner were just trying to bide their time until they could become a lobbyist and make a lot of money moving bills around through Capitol Hill. Unlike Judy Shelton’s Butler County dreams of holding the party together under the old system challenges continued to dominate the political scene and the Tea Party influence expanded. The old guard had to yield and it did culminating with the resignation of John Boehner. He figured that he could get out while the getting was good and he could make some serious money as a lobbyists for a decade or two—before reform really kicked in. But Trump is threatening that entire system in a much shorter timeframe. Boehner at this rate may not even get to achieve his dream. So establishment Republicans are more than a little concerned—their gravy train appears to be leaving the station with each new Trump rally and it sincerely scares them.
Meanwhile Warren Davidson will have Boehner’s seat. He’s a smart young considerate man and you can tell when you shake his hand that he’s politically pure—meaning his idealism is conducive to a constitutional republic. He has not yet accepted the vile evil that Bill Ayers is protesting in favor of at Trump rallies or the open border policies of George Soros. He has not yet taken money the way that Kasich did from the Hungarian financial terrorist so he doesn’t yet know the sting of standing up against those forces. Everything in the 8th District of Ohio makes pretty much sense until you get into that Washington D.C. culture and they bend back your arms to make you play ball. Hopefully, Davidson can hold up long enough to get a Tea Party president in the White House which looks to happen one way or another. Trump is my kind of Tea Party candidate, Cruz is Ann’s—but both are hardly the type of people who will stand for politics as usual. That’s why they are winning and the establishment guys are losing—badly. In many ways Warren Davidson’s election was just in a nick of time. I have high hopes for him. But he will have to use all that West Point strategy and discipline to hold up over the next few years as the establishment transitions over into the kind of government that a new president will bring—with clear Tea Party values. The writing is on the wall even if establishment politicians don’t want to see it. Things are changing rapidly—and when it does—we’ll have a great guy holding a valuable seat in Washington D.C. Thank goodness!
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