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Kristoffer Polaha is John Galt: Atlas Shrugged III wraps production

I have spent the last seven articles explaining to a large degree how our present society has arrived at a very bad place rooted in deep collectivism sharing in common with the hard-core Christians, the Satanists, the big government liberals, the crony capitalist Republicans, the drug abusing libertarians, the communists, the socialists, the Masons, the saints, the sinners and gutter whores the single metaphor climaxing at the Denver International Airport, the center of the swastika—the entry point into spiritual enlightenment through group oriented acceptance.  CLICK HERE TO REVIEW.   If you are like me, and have studied all these aspects of human nature and determined them to be insufficient to the individual creative mind that desires to excel away from the collective summation mentality imposed upon us by the limited thinking of people fearful of their own shadows, then you will be delighted to know that Atlas Shrugged Part III finally wrapped on Valentines’ Day 2014 and that Kristoffer Polaha appears to have done a marvelous job portraying John Galt from that famous book of the same name.  Watch the interview below between JJ Snyder and Polaha during the final days of the Atlas III production with her hilarious gigantic microphone.  Click the link below to learn more about John Galt and his epic speech which will appear in this third film.

 

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I think Polaha is the perfect John Galt, which was something I was very concerned about.  One thing that became very evident to me while watching the film rendition of Ender’s Game recently is that the film was too intellectual to achieve blockbuster status in Hollywood.  I remember when Blade Runner first appeared and was considered a box office disaster.  It was because the film was way out in front of the Hollywood trend in 1982.  Ender’s Game was very good, but people not familiar with the book would likely be lost.  The film cost a lot of money and barely made back its production value with a worldwide take.  Harrison Ford, Ben Kingsley and a wonderful performance by several young actors could not compete with Thor which came out a week later and soaked up the box office dollars.  Ender’s Game was considered by modern Hollywood standards to be a box office failure—but so was Blade Runner which is now considered a masterpiece of science fiction.  Many years from now Ender’s Game will be considered in much the same way.  It is a very intellectual film, and difficult for pop culture enthusiasts to embrace.  In many ways, this is the case of the Atlas Shrugged films.   The work that John Aglialoro put into these three films has been astonishing and will not be appreciated in the short run with gigantic box office takes—but many years down the road.  The Atlas films will be known as a benchmark for change in Hollywood, and the type of films they produce—and the kind of material that home theater owners wish to devour.  The fart jokes and topless teen films of old will give way to the intellectually stimulating films of Ender’s Game and Atlas Shrugged Part III because there is value in those later productions which has staying power where the old models of mindless Hollywood tripe is presently outdated and due for extinction. 

Aglialoro has been a resilient figure of sheer tenacity.  I admire the guy greatly.  He had the film rights to Atlas Shrugged for many years and has succeeded where box office Hollywood tycoons like Clint Eastwood, Angelina Jolie and several others failed.  Hollywood did not want to make Atlas Shrugged, which is the second most popular book in the Library of Congress behind only The Bible.  The message of Ayn Rand’s work is one of true individual freedom, particularly intellectually—and this has operated counter to the message of progressivism which took over Hollywood studios in conjunction to Rand’s work on Objectivism philosophy.  Aglialoro did not make much money on the first two films which I enjoyed.  He took a massive beating from critics, but anyone who has read The Fountainhead understands why those critics hated the first two Atlas Shrugged films.  Ayn Rand understood it clearly, and so does John and Harmon Kaslow whom I’ve had the pleasure of meeting a time or two.  Kaslow is another one of the producers, and I think is a wonderful guy. CLICK HERE TO REVIEW.  I was very touched by Harmon when he was in Cincinnati and we talked about the impact that the Atlas films was having on literature.  He admitted then how much working on these films had changed his life.  There was an authenticity to him that was obvious, as if he had just discovered for the first time in his life a real Galt’s Galch.  These guys were making a movie not so much for the box office success, but in dedication to a philosophy that was unique and formed on the heels of thousands of years of human failure.  The first two films are basically set up movies for the final act which will be Atlas Shrugged Part III.  It will be the first film where the mythical John Galt finally makes an appearance and it is there that the overall philosophy of the previous two films come together.  Aglialoro could have simply backed out of the project after the harsh criticism of Part II, but he retooled and came back with a vengeance for Part III and made an excellent casting decision with Kristoffer Polaha.

Even four years later people are just now discovering for the first time Part I and Part II.  When they watch them on DVD and Netflix they are then discovering Rand’s written works and delving into them carefully.  This has been a pattern that takes some time.  For some people this journey could take 10 to 15 years to fully comprehend some of the concepts.  When the films were first released only people who were already intellectually comprehending Objectivism were able to understand the John Galt message.  So many people were raised on various degrees of collectivism from all political facets that they simply couldn’t put their mind around the ideas conveyed in the movies.  Critics were actually terrified of the ramifications of a John Galt approach to life in the way that a child afraid of the monster in their closet feels exposed when the covers of their bed is ripped away leaving them open and vulnerable to the darkness.  Their hatred of the Atlas Shrugged films were not in the production values as they declared—which were quite good—it was in the vulnerability that the film’s content exposed in them intellectually.      

Aglialoro had to create a production company that could make an Atlas Shrugged type of film because nobody in the entertainment industry was prepared to do that kind of work.  This is no different from when George Lucas had to invent Industrial Light and Magic to create Star Wars.  In 1975 and 1976 there were no special effects companies able to make Star Wars, so Lucas had to create them—even though special effects films had been done in the past.  As time went on, the Star Wars films got better as Industrial Light and Magic gained skill.  Lucas was so embarrassed by the first Star Wars film by his standards that he went back and fixed his issues with the 1997 Special Editions.  In the same way, Aglialoro has become more proficient as a film producer.  The Atlas Shrugged movies have increasingly grown in quality with each one climaxing into Part III.  The difference between Atlas Shrugged and Star Wars is that the later took everyone by surprise where the former had an entrenched Hollywood machine defense against it.  Hollywood is still uneasy with all this new production ability that people outside of their studios have access to.  They loved the days when anyone who wanted to make a movie had to come to them—and they could control what was green lit, and what got rejected.  Now anyone who wants to make a movie can, and Hollywood hates it—because it means change that is not to their advantage. 

Movies are about ideals and the visual format presents them in a way that makes concepts assessable to regular people who might not otherwise read a 1000 page book and a speech from John Galt that takes three straight hours.  There are certainly plenty of collectivist films made, but very few that represent values of true individual achievement.  Ender’s Game was certainly one of these films—where one little kid in his teens became the savior of Earth with a rigorous level of skill and competition which fell fully on his shoulders.  There was nobody else who could do his job—and that is a message that the current entertainment culture despises.  They want altruistic films about sharing and overcoming faults—not an Overman who literally carries the entire world on their shoulders the way Ender Wiggans did, or John Galt does in Atlas Shrugged Part III.  Hollywood used to make those types of films with John Wayne, Zorro, and the Lone Ranger, but they moved into less strong characters that were more appealing to the “everyman” and their belching, farting grossness.”  This left few studios to even understand how to approach a film like Atlas Shrugged.  So John Aglialoro had to create a production company that could make a film like Atlas Shrugged Part III.  The endeavor was not easy, but the world will be better off because he fought through tremendous opposition to deliver the final, and likely the best film of the Atlas series.    

Kristoffer Polaha is the perfect John Galt.  He’s a person of value; he loves his wife, his children and is extremely charismatic.  During the interview above he made it a point to explain that he was a man of religion and was a wonderful find from the Atlas production guys.  Even though I have made comparisons to Star Wars when discussing the path to actually making a film like Atlas III the void is not a technical one—it’s a philosophic one.  In this respect Atlas Shrugged Part III and the films which came before it are more likely to resemble the box office prowess of a film like Trouble with the Curve by Clint Eastwood.  These are not films that will smash box office records because they are more intellectual than action oriented.  In the case of the Atlas films, they are about big philosophic ideals which run counter to the current mainstream, and take time to be accepted by the movie going public.  In that regard, Kristoffer’s rendition of John Galt is likely to resonate for decades as the character has the potential to be as impactful to society as Clint Eastwood’s Man With No Name character from the Leone westerns.  The difference between the characters is essentially Galt uses philosophy, where Eastwood’s “No Name” character used a gun.  Both stand for individuality in raw form and will resonate powerfully to the movie going public.  But the nature of the delivery will be unusual, and will take audiences time to adjust to. 

John Galt is literally one of the strongest characters to ever be introduced to a story. Galt does not have the crutch of a superpower, or even financial means.  He is not the quickest gunman, or the best pilot—he is simply the best at everything and is without a flaw of any kind, which is difficult for traditional narrative story telling.  John Galt is unique to the world of literature and film—and audiences will be confronted with a problem in dealing with him.  Women will love him because as anybody who knows anything understands that the number one trait women crave in a man is confidence—followed closely by smell.  John Galt played by Kristoffer Polaha will cause women to swoon in a big way.  They will LOVE John Galt.  For men, they will have a much more difficult problem.  Girly men, movie critics, progressive psychopaths, and men easily dominated by their wives will not understand John Galt and will not have context to relate.  They may enjoy the message of John Galt from a libertarian point of view—but the character himself will not be one that they will relate to.  It’s not like they can go out and buy a new Hummer because Arnold drives one, or join a gym to get big muscles like Sylvester Stallone—John Galt will require men to build their minds up intellectually to even comprehend the character and that will take a number of years.   That is the primary reason nobody but John Aglialoro has attempted to bring John Galt to the screen in all these years.  Several have tried, but nobody has succeeded because the task in doing so meant that Aglialoro had to build a production company from the bottom up just to comprehend the character of John Galt.  For those who have not read the book the nature of the character upon their first introduction will be difficult—like meeting an alien from another world for the first time who comes from a much more advanced culture.  John Galt is that type of character.

John Galt is the product of American philosophy—not the work the Scottish, the English, or the Greeks. He is not molded from the minds of the orient.  He is not a god from South Pacific legend or a Norse god from the icy Arctic waters.  He is uniquely a product of American philosophy created during a time when the benefits of 100 years of American achievement produced the most powerful country on earth which began to be attacked under the European premise of progressivism. This period would be approximately 1790 to 1890.  Galt is a rejection of that European premise of progressivism infecting American culture from 1890 to the present and is a direct product of American ingenuity, and a commentary on what it means to be born free in The United States.  John Galt has the potential to be to America what Miyamoto Mushasi is to Japan, or King Author is to Europe.  John Galt is a character of epic scale and to play him the producers wisely found just the right guy in Kristoffer Polaha.  John Galt is all about viewing productive enterprise as a creative endeavor.  For Galt, creating a new railroad, a new building, or a new kind of metal, electrical power, or any technical achievement is the highest work of art—more important than the Mona Lisa or the collected works of Edger Allen Poe and his cut off ear.  The businessman is not a symbol of greed and decadence the way 100 years of progressivism have instructed 99.999999999999% of society.  But an act of the highest moral order and that is something that is very unique from a narrative standpoint that is not easily accepted, and is declarative against those who fall short of that vision. 

As I watched the proceedings on the last day of shooting during Valentines Day, as everyone just wound down after the aggressive 20-day shoot I realized I was watching history in the making.  It is a kind of slow cook that will not make a huge splash in box office numbers right out of the gate.  It will sort of simmer for a decade or two like many of the progressive policies did on the backs of several occult mystics and superstitious knuckleheads from the past.  Atlas Shrugged Part III is an achievement, like climbing a tall mountain that nobody thought possible and those who hoped nobody ever would using superstition to keep anybody from even trying.  But John Aglialoro and a small army of dedicated supporters did, and the result will appear in around 500 theaters this upcoming fall of 2014.  And the world will be a lot better off because of it—which makes me immensely proud.

Soon the world will know who John Galt is, and particularly women, will fall in love with him.  Kristoffer Polaha will be the dream of millions of women who want a spouse like him, and millions of men will yearn to be. 

Rich Hoffman

 www.OVERMANWARRIOR.com

 

Jack Parsons and the Occult: The birth of NASA, government looters, and sexual sacrifice

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This is the comment of Jack Parsons who was a leader of the O.T.O temple in Pasadena, California and the primary driver of the Cal Tech rocket program that would compete directly with Robert Goddard for NASA’s journey into space.  He was also a very close friend of L.R. Hubbard—so close that they often shared women sexually.

“The dictatorship of the proletariat is merely temporary—the state will eventually wither away like a snark hunter, leaving us all free as birds. Meanwhile it may be necessary to kill, torture and imprison a few million people, but whose fault is it if they get in the way of progress?[146]”

From early on in his career, Parsons took an interest in socialism and communism,[143] views that he shared with his friend Malina.[144] Under the influence of another friend, Sidney Weinbaum, the two of them joined a communist group in the late 1930s, with Parsons reading Marxist literature, but he remained unconvinced and refused to join the American Communist Party.[37] Malina asserted that this was because Parsons was a “political romantic,” whose attitude was more anti-authoritarian than anti-capitalist.[145] Parsons would later become critical of the Marxist-Leninist government of the Soviet Union led by Joseph Stalin, leading to the above quoted comments.

During the era of McCarthyism and the Red Scare, he was questioned as to his former links to the communist movement, by which time he denied any connection to it.  Instead he described himself as “an individualist.”[147]

Influenced by Thelema, which holds to the ethical code of “Do what thou wilt,” in the 1940s Parsons became a vocal social libertarian. In his article, Freedom is a Lonely Star, he championed the libertarian social views of some of the Founding Fathers of the United States, which were enshrined in the American Constitution, claiming that by his own time these had been “sold out by America, and for that reason the heart of America is sick and the soul of America is dead.”[148] He proceeded to criticize many aspects of contemporary U.S. society, particularly the police force, remarking, “The police mind is usually of a sadistic and homicidal trend” and noting that they carried out the “ruthless punishment of symbolic scapegoats” such as African-Americans, prostitutes, alcoholics, homeless people and socio-political radicals, under the pretense of a country that had “liberty and justice for all.”[149] To bring about a freer future, Parsons believed in liberalizing attitudes to sexual morality, stating that in his belief, the publication of the Kinsey report and development of the psychonautical sciences had as significant an influence on Western society as the creation of the atomic bomb and the development of nuclear physics, and that in the future the restrictions on sexual morality within society should be abolished in order to bring about greater freedom and individuality.[150] In this context, Colin Bennett of the Fortean Times cites Parsons as one of the instigators of the countercultural movements of the 1960s.[151]

In January 1939, John and Frances Baxter, a brother and sister who had befriended Jack and Helen Parsons, took Jack to the Church of Thelema in Winona Boulevard, Hollywood, where he witnessed the performance of a Gnostic Mass. Parsons was intrigued, having already heard of Thelema’s founder Aleister Crowley after reading a copy of Crowley’s Konx om Pax (1907). Parsons’ formative interest in esotericism was developed through his reading of The Golden Bough (1890), a work in comparative mythology by Scottish social anthropologist James George Frazer.[39] With Helen he had attended a lecture on theosophy by philosopher Jiddu Krishnamurti, but was “nauseated” by its sentiment of “the good and the true.”[40]

At the mass Parsons was introduced to leading members Regina Kahl, Jane Wolfe, and Wilfred Talbot Smith. Feeling both “repulsion and attraction” for Smith, Parsons continued to attend the Church’s events sporadically for a year.[41] He continued to read Crowley’s works, which increasingly interested him, and encouraged Helen to do so too.[42] Parsons came to believe in the reality of magic as a force that could be explained through quantum physics.[42] He tried to interest a number of his friends and acquaintances in Thelema, at one point taking the science fiction authors Jack Williamson and Cleve Cartmill to a performance of the Gnostic Mass, and although they were unimpressed, Parsons was successful with a young Caltech student whom he had befriended, Grady Louis McMurtry, as well as McMurtry’s fiancee Claire Palmer, and Helen’s sister Sara Northrup, who was known as Betty.[43]

Parsons and his wife would finally be initiated into the Agape Lodge of the Ordo Templi Orientis on February 15, 1941, with Parsons adopting the Thelemic motto of “Thelema Obtenteum Proedero Amoris Nuptiae”, a Latin mistranslation of “The establishment of Thelema through the rituals of love”. The initials of this motto spelled out TOPAN, also serving as the declaration “To Pan.”[44] Commenting on Parsons’ errors of translation, in jest Crowley remarked that “the motto which you mention is couched in a language beyond my powers of understanding.”[45] Smith wrote to Crowley, claiming that Parsons was “a really excellent man … He has an excellent mind and much better intellect than myself … JP is going to be very valuable”,[46] while Wolfe wrote to the Thelemite Karl Germer to comment that Parsons was “an A1 man … Crowleyesque in attainment as a matter of fact.”[47] Crowley concurred with such assessments, informing Smith that Parsons “is the most valued member of the whole Order, with no exception!”[45]

Soon, science fiction writer and former United States Navy officer L. Ron Hubbard moved in to 1003; he and Parsons became close friends, with Parsons informing Crowley that Hubbard was “the most Thelemic person I have ever met.”[83] Although Parsons and Sara had always had an open relationship, she became enamored with Hubbard, causing Parsons intense jealousy.[84] Parsons began to devote increasing amounts of time to the ‘dark side’ of magic, becoming interested in the iconography of witchcraft, something that concerned many fellow OTO members, who believed that he had invoked troublesome spirits into the Parsonage. Parsons reported paranormal events in the house resulting from his rituals including poltergeist activity, sightings of orbs and ghostly apparitions, and disembodied voices. Pendle suggested that Parsons was particularly susceptible to these interpretations, and attributed the voices to a prank by Hubbard and Sara.[85] One ritual allegedly brought screaming banshees to the windows of the Parsonage, an incident that disturbed Ed Forman for the rest of his life.[86] Deciding to use magical means to attract a new lover, Parsons performed a series of rituals based in Enochian magic during which he masturbated on to magical tablets, accompanied by Sergei Prokofiev‘s Second Violin Concerto, using both his own semen and blood for this purpose. He allowed Hubbard to take part, believing that he was particularly sensitive to detecting magical phenomena.[87]

Their final ritual took place in the Mojave Desert on 18 January 1946, and on return to the Parsonage Parsons discovered that a woman named Marjorie “Candy” Cameron had come to visit. Believing her to be the “elemental” woman that he had invoked, he began performing sex magic rituals with her. Describing this as the Babalon Working, he hoped to bring about the incarnation of a Thelemite female messiah, Babalon, onto Earth, with Cameron acting as the “Scarlet Woman” in these rituals.[88] Although Crowley warned him of such an endeavor, Parsons was committed, and retreated to the desert, where he came to believe that a preternatural entity spoke to him, to provide him with Liber 49, which he believed to represent a fourth part of The Book of the Law, the primary sacred text of Thelema, as well as part of a new sacred text he called the Book of Babalon.[89] This accomplished, Parsons set about trying to sell the Parsonage for $25,000, on the condition that he could continue to live in the coach house, and he appointed Roy Leffingwell to head the Agape Lodge, which would now have to meet elsewhere for its rituals.[90]

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What Parsons had in common with present day President Obama and the very evil Aleister Crowley is that he had a failed relationship with his father.  Parsons’ father had carried on a sexual relationship with a prostitute causing him a divorce.  Little Jack’s mother was so angry that the father’s name was removed from her son’s referral and the situation never really alleviated.  Jack found replacements for a father figure in communism where the “state” was the parent, and he found a more literal father figure in Aleister Crowley and the head of the Agape Loge Wildfred Smith.  Smith would comfort Parsons first wife after Jack decided he desired sexually her sister. But when that more sexual appetizing sister began bedding L.R. Hubbard Parsons went into the desert to perform the Mojave ritual giving him Candy Cameron whom he would stay married to until his death while trying to fulfill an explosives order for a Hollywood movie.  But those weren’t the only women Jack slept with—he carried on openly sexual relationships with many other women coming full circle to far surpass his father’s womanizing.  The big difference is that Jack Parsons had found a mechanism through religion which allowed him to justify the conduct.

When my family visits the family condo down in Florida my wife is greatly disturbed by the number of strip houses erected to attend to the NASA scientists working at the Kennedy Space Center.  While she despises those places in spite of the beauty surrounding the Cocoa Beach area I feel the same level of disenchantment for the Merritt Island Lodge #353, which is the local Mason hall near the condo.  I see them one in the same by level of depravity.  Both are reminders that the rocket program ushered into NASA had its roots by two primary people who both had a mutual relationship with Wernher von Braun—Robert Goddard and Jack Parsons.  Of the two, Goddard was certainly my kind of guy.  When diagnosed with tuberculosis and told that he would soon die, he sat on the front porch of his cold New England home and stared death down daring it to consume him.  Miraculously, he beat death to live on for a number of years and eventually carry mankind into space after the federal government tried to steal all his patents for “national security” to build their own rockets.  It is likely that many of the UFO sightings from this early period of rocketry were government experiments into Robert Goddard’s designs which failed.  They would eventually settle with Goddard’s widow finally giving her husband credit and using his name as propaganda against the U.S.S.R during the space race. Jack Parsons however turned to magick instead of self-reliance leaving Goddard to reject the collectivism demonstrated by the Caltech rocket boys from California.  Goddard continued to his dying day to work in relative isolation while Parsons pursed his rocketry passion with the assistance of supernatural aid and making special effects for Hollywood studios sleeping with half the women of Southern California.  The seed of darkness planted into the movie and music industry began there at the Agape Lodge by Parsons and his mentor Smith.  Ironically, even though the Kennedy Space Center is now in heavy reverence for Robert Goddard, it is the old Caltech members of the Jet Propulsion Laboratory who primarily established the foundations for those rocket engineers.  They had been developed by Jack Parsons as well leaving the modern-day rocket scientists of NASA to live the same kind of double life that Jack did.  By day they were brilliant scientists—by night they sought sexual fulfillment in the strip joints of Cocoa Beach and their Mason’s Lodge down the street told them that it was the right thing to do.

The difference between Jack Parasons and Robert Goddard are essentially the rift which modern America is currently experiencing.  One was a rugged individualist which was uniquely positioned as a genius that a whole army of government scientists couldn’t duplicate even with his stolen patent notes right in front of them.  The other in Jack Parsons who didn’t live very long, but did a tremendous amount of damage to the industry of film and early jet propulsion, and had roots in communism with the above opening quote which I’ll repeat here for emphasis:

“The dictatorship of the proletariat is merely temporary—the state will eventually wither away like a snark hunter, leaving us all free as birds. Meanwhile it may be necessary to kill, torture and imprison a few million people, but whose fault is it if they get in the way of progress.”

Jack Parsons was a smart man who helped carry America into the golden age of jet propulsion.  He conducted right out in the open a duel life, one of legitimate science, and dark sinister commitment to the occult—and he was a devoted communist—he believed in “collective salvation.”  Because of his success more people than fewer picked his path over that of old Robert Goddard—and that has brought a terrible realization of treachery to modern rocket science which is quite evident in the parking lot of the “gentlemen clubs” of Cocoa Beach at 1:30 in the morning an hour and a half past Sunday.

As I go to the store late at night at times to get milk, or soda for my wife, the cars in that parking lot are proud—they are NASA employees away from their families on 6 month assignments.  They come to the “gentlemen clubs” to see naked women who are often the age of their daughters and deep down inside they have the misguided belief that they are doing something for the greater good by participating.  Some of those proud cars have “Trust America” on their bumpers—or “Made in America,” referring to the NASA program.  Most of them are married, but like Jack Parsons, they feel that their participation in extramarital affairs is justified by some rationalization that we are all “one and the same.”  The 19-year-old girl dancing on the stage topless is the same as the obese wife bitter and unhealthy back home—they are both female and aspects of the Mother of Abominations.  Any high degree Mason from Merritt Island Lodge #353 knows what that is—and if they don’t, they haven’t been invited to the initiation ceremony yet.

I often sit on the balcony and watch those girls of the night come to the beach during early morning sunrises to wash off the sins of the previous evening.  I read my books and eat pistachio nuts while listening to their mutterings.  Without the seductive lure of the “gentlemen clubs,” the g-strings and the seductive lights and music, they are just girls a few years away from the innocent minds of a typical 9 to 10-year-old.  They are not yet ruined—that comes two or three years later when those same new bodies become irreparably tarnished with wrinkles from too much sun bathing, too many drugs, and too many gross old men wanting to caress them sexually.  By the time those girls are 25 they are destroyed for life and the NASA scientists from the Kennedy Space Center have helped take them there.  Every year from the balcony it is always a new crop of girls who come to the beach in their thin bikinis so to get tan lines that will assist them during their pole dancing routines.  I met one of these girls when I went to Ron Jon’s to purchase a new Frisbee to throw on the beach with my family.  A joke emerged with the female cashier leading me to believe that she was about my age—from the 1980s.  She looked at me sadly when she realized I assumed she was in her forties—she was missing all her front teeth probably from too much “meth” her skin looked like an alligator that had been soaked in vinegar to preserve its dead flesh and her breath was in desperate need of a breath mint.  Her eyes were sunken and very tired.  She was only 31.

The evils aren’t always as extreme as Jack Parsons experiments at the Agape Loge.  They are seldom so outrageous—and few people go to such extremes as Jack did for the reasons he did.  Even with all the broken families, there are still a lot of people who have healthy relationships with their fathers and don’t go to the extremes that Jack did, or Aleister Crowley to rectify a need for father atonement.  But what does sink in is the notion of collective sacrifice—the idea of dying for one’s country, or dedicating ones career to country, or dedicating oneself even to a family—the permeating belief is that sacrifice yields benefit for the collective will of humanity—and it doesn’t.  It simply destroys them, and leaves them empty husks of human flesh grossly undeveloped.

I have no doubt that the same type of people who hung out with Jack Parsons at the Agape Loge in Pasadena, California are the same type of people who raised Barack Obama during the height of the counter-culture movement which was directly influenced by Jack Parsons.  The ideal that the dictatorship of the proletariat would only be temporary are the musings of an incomplete mind deeply harmed by the lack of a strong father in their life to impart wisdom, and goodness to a hungry young mind.  Without that important element in their life, they sometimes turn to the supernatural for assistance, and once they do—it’s over for them. But what makes them dangerous to others is that they start churches like the O.T.O to help people find their individual paths—but in essence the real motive is to sacrifice the purity of many people to the collective will of the supernatural—and whose fault is it if they get into the way of progress?

Tomorrow, we will discover why these types of people yearn to sacrifice women in such a way.  You will learn about the Babalon Scarlet Women.  It is likely that you know some.

Rich Hoffman

 www.OVERMANWARRIOR.com

 

The Cult of Thelema: Aleister Crowley and Ayn Rand’s big difference

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One of the best aspects of Ayn Rand’s philosophy of Objectivism is that it deals with reason, and is built by observed conditions.  It does leave open the possibility for unknown potential—but until proven, they cannot be considered.  This generally leads to the truth of most any situation.  However—not all of them—which is why I am not an Objectivist.  There are mysterious interactions which intersect our dimensional space that cannot be rationalized away until more evidence is gathered.  On more than one occasion I have had enemies who have locked themselves in rooms filled with candles, and all forms of black magic hoping to call against me assistance from beyond the grave.  From these rooms would emerge chants against my name and demons certainly answered the call—I have met them in all their glory.  I have had these enemies wish bad health to me and my family, bad luck, full-blown possession that would haunt our home and our dreams.  Fighting these entities has been quite challenging.  After 20 years, we’ve gotten pretty good at understanding the who, what, why, when and where of them and I can report that demons really aren’t to be feared once understood that they are just beings like anybody else.  The only real advantage that they have over our four-dimensional world is that they can move freely through it somewhat concealed.  But they often lack intelligence and if they do not have fear as an ally, they have little real power.  They can invoke cellular decay, negative thoughts, and other forms of quantum terrorism—but these things can be countered with a healthy mind that knows what to look for. 

However this has not stopped otherwise weak, and broken people who lack such healthy minds from looking for an advantage over their peers with the assistance of black magic and ceremonial indulgence.  And in recent history the most successful of these occultist experimenters was Aleister Crowley who has indirectly reached the lives of virtually every human being in the world through musicians who dedicated themselves to his Thelema religion.  If you have heard and loved a Rolling Stones song, you have admired the indirect work of Aleister Crowley’s religion of Thelema—which has been often labeled as “satanic.”  However, the truth of the matter is that Crowley did not recognize the devil because to do so would be to recognize his opposite—God—and that wasn’t going to happen.  Crowley had as a boy wanted to grow up to be like his evangelist father but when his hero died at a very early age, Crowley’s anger at God turned to a wrath that would embrace the heart of pure evil launching against the entire 20th Century and all our lives through artistic endeavor, the philosophical concept of Thelema.   

Thelema Koine Greek:[θélima]) is primarily a philosophical law, which has been adopted as a central tenet by some religious organizations. The law of Thelema is “Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law. Love is the law, love under will.” The law of Thelema was developed by Aleister Crowley, the early 20th-century British writer and ceremonial magician.[3] He believed himself to be the prophet of a new age, the Æon of Horus, based upon a spiritual experience that he and his wife, Rose Edith, had in Egypt in 1904.[4] By his account, a possibly non-corporeal or “praeterhuman” being that called itself Aiwass contacted him and dictated a text known as The Book of the Law or Liber AL vel Legis, which outlined the principles of Thelema.[5] An adherent of Thelema is a Thelemite.

The Thelemic pantheon includes a number of deities, primarily a trinity adapted from ancient Egyptian religion, who are the three speakers of The Book of the Law: Nuit, Hadit and Ra-Hoor-Khuit. Crowley described these deities as a “literary convenience”.[6] The religion is founded upon the idea that the 20th century marked the beginning of the Aeon of Horus, in which a new ethical code would be followed; “Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law”. This statement indicates that adherents, who are known as Thelemites, should seek out and follow their own true path in life, known as their True Will[7] rather than their egotistic desires.[8] The philosophy also emphasizes the ritual practice of Magick.

The word thelema is the English transliteration of the Koine Greek noun θέλημα: “will”, from the verb θέλω: to will, wish, purpose. As Crowley developed the religion, he wrote widely on the topic, producing what are collectively termed the Holy Books of Thelema. He also included ideas from occultism, Yoga and both Eastern and Westernmysticism, especially the Qabalah.[9]

According to Crowley, every individual has a True Will, to be distinguished from the ordinary wants and desires of the ego. The True Will is essentially one’s “calling” or “purpose” in life. Some later magicians have taken this to include the goal of attaining self-realization by one’s own efforts, without the aid of God or other divine authority. This brings them close to the position that Crowley held just prior to 1904.[48] Others follow later works such as Liber II, saying that one’s own will in pure form is nothing other than the divine will.[49] Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law for Crowley refers not to hedonism, fulfilling everyday desires, but to acting in response to that calling. The Thelemite is a mystic.[48] According to Lon Milo Duquette, a Thelemite is anyone who bases their actions on striving to discover and accomplish their true will,[50] when a person does their True Will, it is like an orbit, their niche in the universal order, and the universe assists them.[51] In order for the individual to be able to follow their True Will, the everyday self’s socially-instilled inhibitions may have to be overcome via deconditioning.[52][53] Crowley believed that in order to discover the True Will, one had to free the desires of the subconscious mind from the control of the conscious mind, especially the restrictions placed on sexual expression, which he associated with the power of divine creation.[54] He identified the True Will of each individual with the Holy Guardian Angel, a daimon unique to each individual.[55] The spiritual quest to find what you are meant to do and do it is also known in Thelema as the Great Work.[56]

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thelema

 

Just like any religion, most things about Thelema sound sensible—and even healthy.  It is hard to argue against the premise of “doing what one wills.”  Heck, I have lived my life in much the same manner.  Even Ayn Rand seemed to be saying much the same thing—and she was a devoted atheist.  So it is easy to conceive why Aleister Crowley had so many followers.  Even the sensible Barbra Bush—the mother and wife of two American presidents had a mother who found Crowley appealing and his philosophies beneficial.  They partied together in Paris in what was likely a sex magic ritual.  Like many college students who come from nice families and backgrounds, there is a sadness to see the perky little girl who used to baby sit children and had hopes and dreams of growing up to become a princess puking into a garbage can gang raped by dozens of young men unable to locate her cloths after attending a party where intoxication and sex were the dominate activities.  The same can be said of the followers of Thelema who followed Crowley into a type collective society where individualism was thought to be the pursuit, but in reality the congregation of followers willing to submit themselves to the high priest of black magic is what the real desire is—and within that premise sexual abuses from the mass orgies occur meant to appease demons to bestow upon the practitioners good fortune.  Many good, rational people have found themselves under the religion of Thelema on the bottom of a pile of naked bodies during rituals designed to throw off convention.  They get into such things thinking they are following an “individual will” when really demons are hungry for their purity.  Once that purity is given up, the body of such people are cast aside like a used sock and new victims are sought out—a new generation of willing minds. 

 

Hillary Clinton is an old “flower child”—growing up in the 1960s where radical political Marxists and communists were sprouting up like flowers in May.  Behind the flower children was the religion of Thelema where free love, free drugs and a free mind became the dominate culture driving influence.  Rock music followed Crowley’s lead and spread the message to millions creating the hippie—which would forever attack the sanctity of the typical American.  Once a woman takes off her top in a group of people how can she ever tell their daughters not to do such a thing?  Once a woman allows multiple sex partners into their life—how do they tell their daughters not to do the same and still maintain their authority as a wise parent?  Once a woman does drugs to “free her mind” she cannot tell her children not to do the same—so in many ways Aleister Crowley’s religion of Thelema opened the door to the hippie to spread the dark practices of Thelema to mainstream young people who would grow up to have no parental authority among the next generation leaving them open to be instructed by the state through public education.  Without strong parents, children have been more vulnerable than ever to the practices of Thelema which does not come to them from sexual orgies in a Thelema church, but in orgies from drinking parties, rock concerts and other primal activity unregulated by any parental value.  The parents were stripped of their value by the work of Thelema.  This is why Hillary Clinton had no sense of wrong when her husband Bill had oral sex with a White House intern.  To Hillary it was just sex, it wasn’t love, it wasn’t for power—it was just two people enjoying each other.  It was just “flower child” sex—and to Clinton, there was nothing wrong with that.  She believes these things because she is a descendent of Thelema thought processes which paved the way for the counter-culture generation which has caused so much modern-day damage. 

 

The danger is not in what starts in the beginning—it’s in what it does to a mind in the process.  For people who followed Aleister Crowley directly into Thelema they discovered that the purity of their lives was removed from them, their sense of possession, their belief in individual sanctity, their belief in solid individual values as the Helter Skelter cult, Jim Jones and dozens upon dozens of similar cults emerged following the basic teachings of Thelema.  Rituals were sold to the public as individual salvation, but the high priests in nearly every case were raw collectivists openly supporting communism and the actuality of the efforts were the breakdown of individual will to the benefit of the collective.  That is not YOUR wife—it’s our wife and we can all enjoy sex with her.  It’s not YOUR mind, it’s OUR mind and we all have a right to it.  This is not your money—it’s OUR Money—it’s communism over individual will.  In the case of Thelema—the individual will of the participants is sacrificed to the gods for the benefit of all. 

 

Aleister Crowley however got everything wrong where Ayn Rand was on the better path.  They both declared to cast away God.  Crowley because God had taken his father from him, Rand because she couldn’t prove the existence of God—she held out hope—but could not confirm or deny.  Both got their basic premise from Nietzsche’s Beyond Good and Evil and worked from there.  However with Crowley, he brought much evil to the world directly through his dark Thelema rituals and concepts of collective sacrifice that somehow he rationalized benefited individual will.  All it really did was destroy the purity and value of millions upon millions of human beings—and for the will of all that is truly evil—only they have benefited. 

 

Tomorrow we will deal with the specific churches of Thelema occultism and explore how the one in Pasadena California brought the dark arts to the film industry behind the mask of communism. 

Rich Hoffman

 www.OVERMANWARRIOR.com

 

The Golden Dawn: Seeds of evil from Barbara Bush to Jay Z

This is Part II.  CLICK HERE TO SEE PART ONE.  

The fascination people have with Aleister Crowley is the direct result of the modern push for legalized drug use, open and same gender sex, destroyed family values, superstitious religious rituals and a number of ailments that we are suffering from in the modern age.  In addition to calling himself The Beast, Crowley was a communist.  He was so feared that Crowley was banished from Italy by the fascist Mussolini for extreme acts of depravity, and called by his English countrymen as “the most wicked man in the world.”  He was a practitioner of sex magic, in which he used massive orgies to invoke the favor of the gods, so to appease them for good fortune.  Barbara Bush’s mother hung out with Crowley in Paris, and was likely to have been involved in these bizarre sex rituals. Crowley has directly influenced music artists like Jimmy Page, John Lennon and Jay Z—which is just the tip of the iceberg—and he touched the lives of Jack Parsons and L.R. Hubbard just prior to the creation of Scientology.  Hubbard and Parson brought Crowley’s bizarre sex rituals to Pasadena, California through the Cal Tech rocket program and entered the film industry in a big way which is still present to this very day many years after Crowley’s death in 1947.  Those influences only grew over time leading directly to the counter-culture movement of the 1960s colliding in California with the Beatles and Rolling Stones music, ushered into subsequent generations by Led Zeppelin.  Many actors and actresses have involved themselves in the sex orgies of Parson’s OTO church directly linked to Aleister Crowley.  If you have attended a rock concert and lifted your shirt to the musicians on the stage, you have participated just a little in a long-term plan hatched by Crowley at the turn of the 20th Century—and you likely didn’t have any idea.  Aleister Crowley has likely touched every life in the world through the high-profile connections he made throughout his life and global travel that had the single-minded purpose of spreading evil to every human being behind a mask of individual freedom. 

 

Crowley wasn’t evil because he was so damaged by his father’s death at a young age that he turned away from God and sought a path to evil.  He was evil because he purposely sought to sell himself as an extreme individualist inspired by the writings of Nietzsche yet used dark arts to invoke direct help from the spirit world to help him in the world of the living.  His “magick” is a kind of crony capitalism where industrialists look to government to pad their investments from competition—Crowley looked to pad fate and fortune to the acts of the ultraterrestrials—and in many ways he was successful in doing so.  Crowley let into the human world a number of dark enemies to life as we know it, and they are loose in the world as we speak.  So to understand this mess, we must start at the beginning with an organization that many modern rappers are wearing on their clothing and has deep roots into turn of the century literature—Crowley’s first real membership into a group which predates the progressive movement, the communist influx into America, or even his enormous influence into the Thelema religion. 

 

To understand properly the progressive influence of modern-day America it has become obvious that a full understanding of this deeper, darker secret finally be revealed for what it is.  Victorian culture, especially in New England was deeply in love with the “Cambridge Intellectuals” from their home country of England and the membership that William Butler Yeats and Aleister Crowley had with a mysterious secret society.  They yearned to be thought of as members of the Golden Dawn, even if they didn’t completely understand it.  They did like many people do—they played along with the latest and greatest explorations into philosophical experimentation which would eventually give birth to socialism and communism as natural byproducts of these early experiments into the “Golden Dawn.” 

By the mid-1890s, the Golden Dawn was well established in Great Britain, with over one hundred members from every class of Victorian society.[7] Many celebrities belonged to the Golden Dawn, such as actress Florence Farr, Irish revolutionary Maud Gonne, Irish writer William Butler Yeats, Welsh author Arthur Machen, English author Evelyn Underhill, and English author Aleister Crowley.

In 1896 or 1897, Westcott broke all ties to the Golden Dawn, leaving Mathers in control. It has been speculated that his departure was due to his having lost a number of occult-related papers in a hansom cab. Apparently, when the papers were found, Westcott’s connection to the Golden Dawn was discovered and brought to the attention of his employers. He may have been told to either resign from the Order or to give up his occupation as coroner.[16] After Westcott’s departure, Mathers appointed Florence Farr to be Chief Adept in Anglia. Dr. Henry B. Pullen Burry succeeded Westcott as Cancellarius—one of the three Chiefs of the Order.

Mathers was the only active founding member after Westcott’s departure. Due to personality clashes with other members and frequent absences from the center of Lodge activity in Great Britain, however, challenges to Mathers’s authority as leader developed among the members of the Second Order.[17]

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hermetic_Order_of_the_Golden_Dawn

Compared to the Thelema followers of Crowley’s much later society, the rituals of the Golden Dawn were comparatively mild—likely to be more what was seen in the Kubrick film referred often at this site—Eyes Wide Shut.  A surprising number of people were involved not all of them sinister—but looking for an advantage in life granted by the gods.  For people who have went to a casino and blew on some dice hoping that “the gods” would grant them fortune with a victory in the roll, what the people in the Golden Dawn society were doing was very similar.  They sought to appease the gods of the spirit world no matter where they came from hoping for an advantage in obtaining more power on earth.  It may have been simple luck in building a legal practice, or a medical firm—it may have been to obtain security for their industrial concerns—whatever the endeavor—they were looking for a helping hand by appeasing spirits to assist them and they turned to the Golden Dawn to achieve it. 

 

The Golden Dawn never really went away—but it is making an extreme comeback coming out of secret society mode and into the light of day.  Recently R&B singer Ciara, displayed in one of her videos a rather extreme support of the order.  It is unlikely that Ciara has much of any idea what goes on in the Golden Dawn other than some sex parties and heavy drug use—but her agents, producers, and other handlers who help her market herself steered her in the proper direction hoping that such actions will bring their efforts good luck from the gods. 

http://beginningandend.com/illuminati-shoutout-rb-singer-ciara-promotes-aleister-crowley-in-new-video/

It’s all a lot of nonsense—but what these crazy supporters of Aleister Crowley have in common are political beliefs rooted in collectivism—socialism, Marxism, and out-right communism but deeper than those are beliefs in collective salvation through the act of sacrifice—sacrifice of goodness for the benefit of the many.  There is a tendency for virgin yearnings exploited for the good of a “group.”  When groups of people, particularly in Hollywood culture believe that it is profitable, virtuous, or otherwise positive to see Miley Cyrus parade around in a sexual way onstage throwing off the innocence of her childhood with intoxicated teddy bears dancing behind her, there are subtle members of the old Golden Dawn order and Thelema members who believe that their mass ritual of virgin sacrifice which enters into the bedrooms of virtually every adolescent girl brings to them great appeasement from the gods of hidden dimension.  The actions are designed on the surface to stir up trouble among the religious conservatives of Middle America and capture the minds of their rebellious teenagers into establishing their own identity.  Many of these promoters appear very “libertarian” in their presentations advocating personal sexual liberty, and the ability to abuse drugs.  But the real intent of their mass rituals inspired directly from the work of Aleister Crowley is to make the demons of existence shine on their actions—which they actually believe in.  Behind their actions is the deep-seated old schemes of communism—or rather communal sacrifice for the greater good—in the case of Aleister Crowley—aristocratic communism where he was certainly the high priest at the front of the effort who was the center of the sex orgies that even likely involved Barbara Bush’s mother. 

When Victorian society is mentioned, and the progressives which came directly from their social belief system it was communism that branched off from theoretical to political philosophy.  But in regards to religion what they all shared was not a love of Christianity, Buddhism, or any peace-loving thought process describing the afterlife—but hard core human sacrifice if not literally—metaphorically through loss of innocence in a secret society called the Golden Dawn.  These societies would evolve over time into the Thelema order which had a church right in downtown Pasadena, California and would infect the entertainment industry with the left leaning vileness seen today—and it all started in Europe—of course—with the Victorians of intellectual elite—and the desire of the rest of the world to live and think as they do—which is why the Rolling Stones, Led Zeppelin, and the Beatles helped usher in the philosophy of the Golden Dawn in ways that a bunch of robed priests and nude prostitutes could never achieve—global sacrifice and appeasement of the deepest, darkest demons of vile enterprise. 

This is just an introduction.  Tomorrow we will explore Ordo Templi Orientis (O.T.O.) (‘Order of the Temple of the East’ or ‘Order of Oriental Templars’) which was an international fraternal and religious organization founded at the beginning of the 20th century. Most of those members undoubtedly leaned politically toward progressive politics and because of that deserve great scrutiny now into their real motivations—as to why they support mass killings in the form of abortion, gay rights, crushing the Christian church, and drug abuse legalization as openly advocated.  The actions are unquestionably evil—now you will understand why and how the dots connect from occult culture into the mainstream.  Sleep well, and come back tomorrow.    

Rich Hoffman

 www.OVERMANWARRIOR.com

 

Good Ol’ Fashioned Movies: The evil of Aleister Crowely

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Over a long-span of time I thought I wanted to make films in Hollywood, and I have knocked on the door more than once.  But over time, it became clear to me why my favorite filmmakers, Clint Eastwood, George Lucas, and even Walt Disney who basically moved his operations to Florida at the end of his life, stayed clear as much as possible of Wilshire Blvd.  Every year when I was a kid, the movie Chitty, Chitty Bang, Bang came on network television and I would religiously sit down to watch it.  Back then the musicals of Julie Andrews, and Dick Van Dyke over the films Mary Poppins, The Sound of Music, and of course Chitty Chitty Bang Bang filled my imagination with visions of goodness.  To this day I have on my Pandora radio a Chitty Chitty Bang Bang station and from that movie this is my absolute favorite scene.

That scene, and movie made me want to make films.  But I discovered that Hollywood was not as wholesome as my favorite movies would indicate.   In my early twenties I knew a few screenwriters who worked for studios, had agents and were living the life, and they reported to me of gigantic Hollywood orgies, drug parties, and other activities which would be expected of me if I wanted to go down that road—which I didn’t.  The more I got to know members of the Hollywood community the more they seemed obsessed with what my Midwestern mind would term as sheer evil.  My sensibilities were so insulted by this reality that a writer friend of mine who was one of my early teachers, Linda Nagata sent me a story she ran across from Science Fiction and Fantasy Magazine telling me that I reminded her of the lead protagonist—a detective much like the video game character from L.A. Noire who investigated crimes in and around Hollywood and uncovered all kinds of demonic Aleister Crowley ceremonies involving exotic actresses and sex orgies of extreme debauchery.  It was her way of telling me that I needed to get over my Midwestern naiveté if I wanted to work in Hollywood because that was my primary limiting ingredient.

But I didn’t want to associate with satan worshippers, drug addicts, progressives, communist spewing despots, whores and studio bosses of low intellect.  I didn’t want to attend drug parties and orgies just to have a screenplay read.  The fiction story Nagata had sent to me was not so far off.  Aleister Crowley had a following and a lot of them resided in Hollywood and the industry had been irreparably affected.     Crowley enjoyed being outrageous and flouting conventional morality.[233] He told John Symonds that he “was in revolt against the moral and religious values of his time”.[234]Crowley’s political thought was subjected to an in-depth study by academic Marco Pasi, who noted that for Crowley, socio-political concerns were subordinate to metaphysical and spiritual ones.[218] Pasi argued that it was difficult to classify Crowley as being either on the political left or right, but was perhaps best categorized as a conservative revolutionary despite not being affiliated with the German-based revolutionary conservative movement.[235] Pasi noted that Crowley sympathized with extreme ideologies like Nazism and Marxism-Leninism, in that they wished to violently overturn society, and hoped that both Nazi Germany and the Soviet Union might adopt Thelema.[236] Crowley described democracy as an “imbecile and nauseating cult of weakness”,[237] and commented that The Book of the Law proclaimed that “there is the master and there is the slave; the noble and the serf; the “lone wolf” and the herd”.[223] In this attitude he was influenced by the work of Friedrich Nietzche and Social Darwinism.[238] Crowley also saw himself as an aristocrat, describing himself as Lord Boleskine; he had contempt for most of the British aristocracy,[239] and once described his socio-political views as “aristocratic communism”.[240]

Crowley was bisexual, and exhibited a sexual preference for women.[241] In particular he had an attraction toward “exotic women”,[242] and claimed to have fallen in love on multiple occasions; Kaczynski stated that “when he loved, he did so with his whole being, but the passion was typically short-lived.”[243] Even in later life, he was able to attract young bohemian women to be his lovers, largely due to his charisma.[244] During same-sex anal intercourse, he usually played the passive role,[245] which Booth believed “appealed to his masochistic side.”[246] Crowley argued that gay and bisexual people should not suppress their sexual orientation, commenting that people “must not be ashamed or afraid of being homosexual if he happens to be so at heart; he must not attempt to violate his own true nature because of public opinion, or medieval morality, or religious prejudice which would wish he were otherwise.”[247] On other issues he adopted a more conservative attitude; he opposed abortion on moral grounds, believing that no woman following her True Will would ever desire one.[248]

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aleister_Crowley

The values of Aleister Crowely because of his support of communism filtered into the Hollywood revolution of the 40s and 50s shaping many of the crazy beliefs they utilize today.  In Hollywood, if it has not yet been noticed, the rite of passage of young people into adulthood is to see them publicly defowered, we are seeing it with Miley Cyrus, Justin Bieber, the ripping off of the top of Janet Jackson, the lesbian kissing of Brittney Spears and Madonna, the lesbian scene of Star Wars actress Natalia Portman in The Black Swan, the utter desecration of Nichole Kidman after the film Eyes Wide Shut, and of course the extreme deflowering of the nice little actress Anne Hathaway in several films after The Princess Diaries which she co-starred with Julie Andrews.

Female former Disney stars seem to be the primary target of these purity sacrifices and none was more obvious than the 1981 film S.O.B. where Blake Edwards, who was married to Julie Andrews at the time talked her into a topless scene so to destroy her caricature of purity to the eyes of the world.  Andrews was a gigantic star on the stage of entertainment and her films Mary Poppins and The Sound of Music are absolute gifts to goodness.  They are wonderful films and like my favorite, Chitty Chitty Bang Bang fed the mind of young people such as myself with the yearly showings on network television which at that time were still being run by World War II generation conservatives—relatively speaking.  Not any longer—the networks are now run by some of those types Linda sent me stories on and were part of the new Hollywood culture that seemed to have a deep-seated belief that symbols of purity such as the women mentioned above, needed to be sacrificed to the spirits of evil in order to sanctify success.  These beliefs were on full display in Stanley Kubrick’s Eyes Wide Shut.  That was and is modern Hollywood.

There seems to be a sincere desire to erase from the mind of the public the good ol’ fashioned musical classics that have brought so much joy to so many people.  There was no sex, profanity, or detrimental behavior in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, Mary Poppins, or The Sound of Music.  They are films with songs about the essence of the human spirit—yet in 2014 Hollywood, and America in general, there seems to be a very real effort to suppress those influences with tabloid headlines of the latest Hollywood drug addict, or up skirt picture of a new 19-year-old actress to appease the vile necessity of some un-named demon.

There was an astounding level of criticism toward Carrie Underwood who performed a live stage re-enactment of The Sound of Music for NBC television on December 5th 2013.  I do not believe the anger is over her performance which was quite good for live television; it was because of the attempt to resurrect The Sound of Music on national television.  There is a very real desire by the embodiment of evil to suppress anything which brings to the human mind an image of goodness.  It is not something that is obvious, or can be placed on a t-shirt, or even described in a church service.  I cover the roots of this evil in other articles.  CLICK HERE for review.  

http://www.nydailynews.com/entertainment/tv-movies/carrie-underwood-responds-som-critics-people-jesus-article-1.1541350

Even my praise of the Lord of the Rings and Hobbit films by Peter Jackson are not made in Hollywood, but in New Zealand.   A film like Jackon’s explorations into the roots of evil would not be concocted in the bars of Santa Monica, the brunches on Wilshire Blvd, or the shopping complexes of Brand Blvd.  Hollywood doesn’t make movies or support stories like that anymore.  Only a very narrow few filmmakers have made it passed the pressure cookers of pure evil and found the freedom to tell their stories rightfully, such as Jerry Bruckheimer, J.J. Abrams, and Steven Spielberg.  But for every one of them, there are thousands of parasites who believe to this enlightened day that purity must be sacrificed to the gods so that box office totals can secure their job for one more year and another line of cocaine.   Agents, producers, directors and other ornaments of the entertainment industry talk these girls into sacrificing their purity to evil so that success will fall upon them—and when someone like Carry Underwood comes along who believes in Jesus, and goodness, and is trying to do the right things—they tear her down hoping that the demons of injustice will blow kisses in their direction.

I was lucky, very lucky—to have remembered a time when television still put on shows like Chitty Chitty Bang Bang every year and built the event up as a sacred ritual.   Those old films made a sincere attempt to find the good in human nature and tell a story driven by it—and I relish it deeply.  I despise evil, drugs, vile behavior, stupidity, boot licking, and sexual promiscuity.  So because Hollywood cannot produce such musicals as original material any longer, I will stick with the classics and enjoy them the way I did as a kid and share them with my own family.  Because there are fewer moments better in my opinion in film history than that music box piece from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang—and it didn’t involve nudity, violence, or a gross joke—it was just good for the sake of good, something that Hollywood has long forgotten.

Dick Van Dyke for President!  And thank God for Pandora radio!

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Rich Hoffman

 www.OVERMANWARRIOR.com

 

Public Education Core Beliefs: “The children belong to all of us”

Stupid people who don’t comprehend what they read very well believe inaccurately that I am anti-education when in reality I am anti-liberal instruction.  If there were other viewpoints reflected in colleges and public education—ones that reflect my sense of conservatism, I would be more tolerant.  But I was fighting this fight long before most people even knew there was a battle.  My school days were very contentious and my college experiences even worse.  Basically I never did yield to the left leaning sentiment of most of the teachers I grew up with, and they were never as obvious about their political leanings as the teachers of today are—and my attitude toward them hasn’t yielded.  In kindergarten for me at Lakota it started from day one—I went toe to toe with Miss Mays and was always in trouble.  She ended up in a mental hospital.  Every teacher I had through the rest of my elementary years called my mother crying about how they thought they were failing me—because I treated them with so much disrespect.  My desk was always mess, I had no reverence for their instruction, and I wanted to spend all my time drawing pictures and writing stories.  They hoped that my mother would put pressure on me to cease the behavior—but it was my mother who gave me the independence to begin with—wisely before I ever entered public school.  By that time there was no going back, even if she did at times want to.  And those were the good—peaceful years.  I spent more time in the principal’s office and in detention than in class—which was fine with me because it was more time to read and write what I wanted—not what some leftist teacher wanted me to learn.

To show off for his girlfriend teacher at the time my 8th grade gym teacher took my bullwhip from me which I had brought for show and tell, and kept it in the gymnasium to play with in front of his entourage of junior high football players.  He did it to show he had power and authority over me.  So after feeling bad for half the day I got up in the middle of my English class as my teacher protested and marched down to the gym right in the middle of that guy making a fool of himself with my whip in front of the school’s athletic elite.  I took the whip from him, gave a quick demonstration which made everyone’s mouth drop and went back to my class to a parade of harassment from school administrators demanding that I head straight to the principal’s office.  That day confirmed it for me, my teachers believed that they were my parents, and functioned from a position that they believed I had an obligation to listen to them—which I did not.  I went back to my class and sat down leaving them mystified that I did not have any fear of them.  With my whip in my hand I knew there wasn’t anything they could do to me because nobody—not even the athletic gym teacher knew how to use it the way I did and that gave me power over them.

I helped drive my freshman English teacher into a mental breakdown the next year.  They were an extreme bleeding heart liberal.  I had no interest in learning what they knew—because their mind was a mess.  They had no right to stand in front of a class and teach anybody anything.  And from there things went severally downhill culminating during my Senior year with a drag race down I-75 with beer and the future Superintendent of Lakota Schools after a year of cat and mouse furiously engaged.  That guy tried to pin everything that went wrong at the school on my back out of revenge for my behavioral rebellion.

One of my good friends during my sophomore year was a very tough guy who got into a lot of fights.  He was humongous.  He wasn’t afraid of anything, because he was literally bigger than everyone else, stronger, and if both those things failed, he was more fearless.  He sat across from me in one of my study halls after a weekend where he had gotten into a fight and cut open his knuckles revealing the bone from his victim’s teeth.  He left the wound open to close on its own and never went to a doctor.  The wound got terribly infected but he didn’t care.  He left it to grow closed without stitches for the remainder of the school year.  He didn’t fear infection, he didn’t fear losing the hand, he didn’t fear death, he didn’t fear other people’s opinions, and he completely lacked concern.  The next year when I had the same type of wound from the same kind of activity where my bone popped out, my ligaments were strung from my hand with pouring blood and it took a plastic surgeon to reconstruct my fingers he saw me in the hall and grabbed my wrapped appendage and laughed calling me a “pussy.”  Then he winked at me.  His hand was still infected a year later from the same wound which he had broken open half a dozen times.  It was his way of telling me I was right, and that he should have went to the doctor—that time.  The cops were scared to death of him, and no administrators knew what to do with him.  We had in common that we both wished to live free of any chains.  He learned from me how to outsmart his enemies and I learned from him how to fight—how to be so certain with yourself that you never had to worry about a confrontation no matter how many people were involved.  He eventually got into a fight about 20 years ago where he got stabbed in the heart and died.  As time and distance moved between us he resorted back to just raw knuckle fighting which left him vulnerable—and eventually dead.  But he lived quite a life.  He lived outside of the law, outside of the school rules because no administrator knew what to do with him.  He could walk down the hall and call the principal by his first name, grope any girl even in front of their boyfriends and never be challenged, and pretty much do what he wanted any time he wanted.  We got along fabulously and had a symbiotic relationship.  When he did end up in jail, he got into a lot more trouble of course which eventually pulled him down a vortex where I could no longer reach him.  For him, his best times where in school where he could let me piece him together again—because he lacked structure otherwise.  The teachers couldn’t do anything for him, but I could.  Liberal education made him worse—he needed my conservativism, and structure.

I knew from day one even at a very young age that the school system was wrong, the lines, the recesses, the teachers, the desk assignments, the whole intrusion on personal liberty was designed to break people—and I determined that I would never be broken—and I never was.  That has given me the clairvoyance as an adult to speak accurately about the public school system and what it does to people.

A vast majority of the educators in any school system lean-to the political left and they believe inaccurately that their job is to mold us all into some collective fabric of interwoven social blanket for which we are but one silly little thread.  They reflect accurately the opinion revealed in the first video on this article.  In my experience at Lakota—which was supposedly the best in the area, I can only think of maybe five teachers who were not extreme liberals.  By the time I got to my junior year and had been in some high-profile violent acts that were plastered all over the newspapers and television the school finally gave up—except for a few who decided that I would be locked away for my insolence—I did discover a couple of teachers who were relatively decent people founded in conservative philosophy.  The rest were bra burning scum bags—old drug hounds and loose moral scum bags from top to bottom.  One of my current friends who was a school board member at Lakota during this period will recognize word for word what I’m saying—and can confirm it all and more.

To prove my point there was an article just the other day about an upcoming election featuring Kelly Kohl’s and Shannon Jones, both known as hard-core Tea Party candidates.  That article wasn’t all that surprising to me, as I have been covering those kinds of things here at Overmanwarrior’s Wisdom for a long time.  Shannon caved under the pressure of the SB5 defeat along with John Kasich and the Tea Party wants to eradicate them from the earth.  Nothing new there—as the emotions are justified.  Just because you lose one battle you don’t tuck and run yielding to the liberal menace.  You fight them—and you fight them high and low with methods that they can’t fathom until they yield, beg for mercy, and are willing to make a deal for their very life.  Then when you have them in that state—you end them.  There is no debate.  Shannon didn’t do that—so Kelly is challenging her political seat.  Well of course this article stirred up comments at the end of it and guess who was the most vocal?  Supporters of the education industry were the ones who left the most left leaning comments against the Tea Party.  Check below for a sampling of their diatribes and click the link at the end to verify for yourself.   That first guy—Scott Malone is a psychologist for two different Lakota schools.  His political leanings are obvious and he is the one who advises young people in matters of psychological difficulty.

Scott Malone · Lakota-Miami University

Either way Americans lose

 · February 5 at 6:25am

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Terry Battle ·  Top Commenter

If you wanted to give Ohio an enema you would stick the hose in the Tea-bagger party

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Raul O’Brien ·  Top Commenter · Xavier University

If the Tea Party was made up of bears, they would all be polar. Maybe some would be Bi-polar, but they would just roll around in the snow a few extra minutes and hope no one notices.

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Caleb Faux ·  Top Commenter · Executive Director at Hamilton County Democratic Party

Now this is truly funny. When Shannon Jones is not conservative enough for the Tea Party you know things are really getting screwed up.

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Al Roll ·  Top Commenter · University of Kentucky College of Communications & Information Studies

Can you imagine what the party purity test looks like ?

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What those names have in common is they are either educators or political activists and in public schools, colleges, and labor unions who attach memberships to those activities.  Their core beliefs are confirmed by what Paul Reville revealed in his talk at the Center For American Progress recently—a liberal think tank designed to “progress” society into collectivism.  “The children belong to all of us,” that is what Reville said, and he’s not the only one.  That statement has been said during virtually every school levy campaign in America for years, by more than one pandering politician and bucket loads of misfit parents who suck at instructing their children anything—and want “society” to do the hard work for them.  That is the root cause for the collective belief of group ownership of children.

Is it any surprise that Peter Dinklege did pro communist commentary for NBC during the 2014 Olympics in Sochi?  NBC apparently did not understand the Twitter backlash when they announced, “the towering presence, the empire that ascended to affirm a colossal footprint.  The revolution that birthed one of modern history’s pivotal experiments……………..”  Most teachers think the same way as the NBC producers who thought that the Cold War against Russia was long over.  Yet what they all have in common is that they were taught in public schools by disciples of the original KGB to push the entire world into a communist state—and they aimed to do it through American schools.  I have covered the proof extensively in previous articles for those who are new to this problem.  Minds are formed in schools and once the mind is reprogrammed into a liberal thought process, for most people it’s over for the rest of their lives.  If they grow up to become Republicans, they end up wishy-washy, watered down people like John Boehner.  I know hundreds of them—they think they are conservative, but their educations where teachers believed they were co-parents ruined their minds with a liberal mentality exclusively—as conservatives have been deliberately shoved out of the public education experience.  They do not last in the education profession at any level except in the extreme situation where the education institution is decidedly conservative such as Hillsdale, or Liberty.

It does not work to say that just because someone is against the liberal education of America they are against education.  If there were openly conservative teachers at my district public school of Lakota, I would feel differently about a great many things, but there aren’t.  The further I became involved in Lakota due to my political activity, I found it shocking how much sexual molestation was going on, how many teachers were openly gay, how many support communism, socialism, and Barack Obama and once I learned that it tied right into my own school day experiences where my refusal to be considered “one of their children” got me into a lot of trouble which I am very proud of today.  My wife was a straight A student.  Once she met me—she dropped down to Ds and Cs because I told her the whole experience was stupid.  My very best friend was an Honor’s Society member who sold his robe to a kid for a $100 bucks on graduation day.  I am proud to have had an influence on them because to this very day, they are far freer than if they had been pulled into that vortex of social engineering at such a young age.  But all the kids I knew back then who did follow all the rules, they ended up watered down versions of their true potential—which was the intent of public education from the very beginning—once the Department of Education was created in 1979.  Public education isn’t trying to teach anybody anything—but how to be compliant—and answerable to the collective sum of society.  And that makes public education a vile enterprise with sinister intentions confirmed all too well by the comments of Scott Malone—a psychologist at Lakota who should not be in a position to instruct conservative children from conservative families anything.  The basic belief that the teaching profession has that “children belong to all of us,” is one that says the shared experiences of Scott Malone’s liberalism is just as valuable as a conservative child’s parents.  Anyone in math knows that you can’t multiply “0” with anything and get something back in value.  Malone’s liberalism is a “0” while a strong conservative family with a mommy and a daddy who go to church on Sunday may be a “10.”  What do you get when you multiply 10 X 0?  You get a kid that has zeros in their life where there should be value, and the mind of the child becomes a watered down version of the parent’s instruction—because society with its collective liberalism has entered a zero into the equation, and given a child little value to carry into their adult lives.  That is why I’m against public education in the form it is now.  Now—put some Ronald Reagan type conservatives in front of a class with a suit, tie, and some firm American beliefs—and we can talk.  But until then, it’s a waste of time.  I have literally felt this way my entire life—and it’s not going to change now.  But what will change when an immovable force interacts with a bunch of squishy minded liberals—is the immovable force will have its way.  Mark it on the calendar.  I intend to do for many others what I did for my friends during my own school days—and that is help free them from the bondage of a nanny state and the collective ownership of the value in their minds sucked from them by the many liberals who teach public education.

Rich Hoffman

 www.OVERMANWARRIOR.com

 

Saying “Yes”: ‘Ian up for Whatever’ Superbowl Bud Light commercial

Obviously, I have lived a colorful life.  I have something to say about just about anything and everything and that ability was carved out of my life experience.  Hey, it’s the Superbowl time of year—I love watching that game and the ceremonial nature that America dedicates to the event, so let’s have a little fun.  I loved several commercials during the game but I particularly enjoyed the new Bud Light commercial “Ian Up for Whatever.”  I knew from the moment that the young lady asked Ian–just a normal guy sitting in a sportsbar–that if she gave him a free Bud Light would be up for anything that followed–she was playing the role of the mythic goddess figures of the past and that Ian was in for an adventure.  There have been many times when life has asked similar questions, and my typical reaction is “YES,” because you never know what kind of adventure comes next—but to get there you always have to say “YES.”

That’s the gist of things in Bud Light’s new “Ian Up For Whatever” Super Bowl commercial—a star-studded spectacle involving hidden cameras and wave after wave of celebrity cameos.

The true star of the commercial, however, is a man named “Ian” who finds himself swept up in a sequence of wild events bordering on the unimaginable, but not quite as crazy as the uninitiated might believe.

Things begin with Ian sitting alone at a bar. He’s approached by a pretty girl named Kelly, who introduces herself and takes a seat. Within moments, Ian’s new friend holds up a Bud Light and asks a single, somewhat ominous question.

“If I give this to you, are you up for whatever happens next?” Kelly asks.

“Uh, I think so,” Ian responds, obviously thinking that Kelly was coming on to him.

That’s how it starts—a night of limousines, twin parties and more Arnold Schwarzenegger ping-pong than ever conceived possible.  Actually, that was my favorite part.

Ian receives a new jacket, courtesy of Friday Night Lights star Minka Kelly.

He also finds himself with comedian-musician Reggie Watts, who has been stuffed into a DJ booth inside the Hummer stretch limo designated to chauffeur Ian about New York for the evening.

The one prevailing tie in the commercial is the presence of Bud Light bottles, which Ian and company constantly have in hand. There’s also the omnipresent eye of the commercial’s directors and coordinators, who have the entire experience planned down to the moment and wired for video and sound.

In all, “Ian Up For Whatever” is an impressive feat of planning and videography. Any number of mishaps could’ve turned this commercial into a nightmare, but judging by the final product, things went rather swimmingly.

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I could tell a number of stories where similar things have happened to me.  It is often surprising how a willingness for adventure can pave the way for the unfathomable.  Those events may not happen quite in the same way as Ian’s experience—and they may not involve such New York cultural pleasure, but they are often as outrageous and cryptically elusive to the mind of a planned individual.  The human spirit often carries events beyond conception, and the real magic of life is often beyond those borders.  I have been to such places many times—so much that nothing would shock me now.  Where Ian was amazed, I would have been much more flat lined.  The limo would not have surprised me, playing “baby tennis” with Arnold Schwarzenegger wouldn’t have been strange or finding oneself onstage with a major music group, relative to my personal life.   Crazy things do happen, and they often start with the word “Yes.”

A good lesson from that commercial is to say “yes,” a bit more often.  When your boss places before you a tough challenge……………..say, “yes.”  You’d be surprised what might happen.  When your car starts sputtering because you are almost out of gas, say “yes” and keep the petal depressed.  See what happens when you run out of fuel a mile short of a gas station.  Many adventures are likely to transpire.  When you pass by a restaurant that strikes your interest, say “yes” and pull in and try it out.  Stepping out of a routine can be very exciting.  Say “yes” more often and let adventure into your life, and you will discover that Ian’s experience is not that unique.

Good things don’t always happen, but I still say yes to many things, because I love adventure.  It is adventure that has filled my mind with so many opinions, and given voice to so many topics.  I have a story for everything when I talk to younger people because in my past I have said “yes” to many outrageous adventures even the ones that appeared to be kamikaze runs.  I always figured I was cleaver enough to avoid death, and I have been right more times than chance can take credit for.

Because of those adventures I love my life.  I love every day of it and I don’t have regrets.  Even bad decisions were part of the “saying yes” process, and the adventures that followed have led to tremendous amounts of experience which translates to personal wisdom.  In this life, wisdom is capital—more powerful capital than gold, or the perceived values of finance.  Wisdom can gain finances, but finances cannot gain wisdom.  Wisdom is by far more valuable, and wisdom can only be obtained by living life—and to live life, you have to “say yes,” to things.

A guy who reads here a lot will recognize this story immediately but I remember a trip to Panama City with him which nearly mirrored this Bud Light commercial.  It started by “saying yes” to a cold March evening, a complicated engineering problem, and a political stalemate that needed to be broken loose.  It ended hours later over a thousand miles away with me playing football on a beach after jumping off a pier from about 25 feet and breaking my ankle in the sand.   I wrapped the ankle and continued playing football anyway under the moonlight next to the ocean.  We slept with a tent half constructed next to a harbor, and solved our problem over breakfast at a Burger King.  We returned to Cincinnati within 48 hours of leaving for our next meeting and solved all our problems with a fresh perspective.  Adventure is good for building wisdom.

There are hundreds of those types of stories, but most don’t involve the kind of elements seen in that Bud Light commercial.  The Panama City one did, which is the reason for the reference.  But all such adventures lead to the ability to have wisdom—something young people don’t have until it is developed.  At the end of his adventure in the Bud Light commercial Ian was wiser than was when he simply agreed to a girl in a bar to accept whatever happened next.  Adventure happens all the time to many people, and adventure builds wisdom—but before either can be obtained a person has to be willing to “say yes.”  Lucky for Ian, he did.  But you too Dear Reader can experience adventure in the strangest places and times.  All you have to do is, “say yes.

Rich Hoffman

 www.OVERMANWARRIOR.com

 

BATKID Saves the Day: The power of fantasy, mythology, and hope to cure illness

I have heard for as long as I’ve interacted with people how my enjoyment of fantasy is an escape from reality brought upon by a desire to not deal with the facts of circumstance.  People who desire that the earth is only 4000 years old because thinking outside of those parameters wrecks the foundations of their very lives—do not like things that rock their boat of perceived reality.  They are often content to view the world as it has been prepared for them by politics, public relation firms, and religion—and react with disdain toward those who wish to think outside of those boundaries.  I find such people grotesquely ignorant, small-minded, and foolishly reckless to not only their lives, but those who they come in contact with.  The older I get, the more I despise those people.  They are detriments to intelligence.  Fantasy is the vehicle to take the mind out of circumstance and into places where new ideas are born.  In the context of intelligence the need for fantasy, imagination, and out-of-boundary thought is the specific human need for mythology.  Dogs, cats and gold-fish have no need for mythology—they are driven by the basic need to eat, dispose of their waste, and reproduce.  Nothing else.  The human being thinks—giving mythology a much more important role to their vivid imaginations bringing logic and fantasy together to consider “what if.”  This important process was never so brilliantly exhibited than in the Make-A-Wish Foundation story of 5-year-old Miles Scott who is currently in remission from leukemia.  Watch this!

It would be difficult to be alive and not have heard this story as the media blitz on it was ferocious.  The other day during the interview I did with Matt Clark on WAAM radio, I brought up the kind of things that unify people who appear to be radically different.  We talked about the “Tapestries of Ideology” and once they are removed from their lives, common ground can be achieved.  One of the most powerful “Tapestries of Ideology” is the power of mythology to overcome the ignorance of political boundaries.  This is often what happens in a Star Wars movie where I find I have as much enthusiasm for George Lucas’ creations as Arianna Huffington does.  She is a radical progressive, I am a staunch conservative—but we both love Star Wars for many of the same reasons.  We both love the plight of the rebellion against an evil empire.   She envisions that government should be the way that fairness is given to human kind, and I see it as the destroyer of mankind.  That is where the tapestries of ideology come into play where the color, shape, size and all other factors that go into those ornaments are shaped by society, education, and history.   But the mythology of Star Wars has the power to extend beyond those tapestries to the actual truth—which is why I always emphasis the importance of mythology in society.  It is far more important than politics, or reality as it is shaped by orthodox sources like The New York Times, The Cincinnati Enquirer, or the nightly local news.

As much as I despise President Obama, I shared with the guy a love for little Miles Scott.  As much as I think San Francisco is a haven for progressivism, I loved that much of the city turned out to help make Miles Scott’s wish to become a superhero into a reality.  Because of the little fellow’s intense desire to be a superhero like the mythical Batman—this is where fantasy can take the mind out of the grim reality of a situation to take mankind to a higher place.  Reality says to this child that he has leukemia and that he will die.  Mythology says to this child, there is hope if you can become a superhero—so the survival instinct of Miles Scott chose life over death—and to fight instead of accepting his fate.

Thank God for the Make-A-Wish Foundation showing an interest in this child.  But more than that, thank God the politicians of San Francisco joined in the effort with an army of similar volunteers.  I have never seen such a fine example of the power of myth applied to reality.  Out of all the characters that Christian Bale will ever play, none will be more important than his Batman character because none will ever obtain the ability to pull a city like San Francisco together the way that mythology did.  It started with the fantasy of Batman and his ability to overcome personal issues to fight crime in the actual comic.  Then Miles using that mythology to ask the question “what if.”  Then it took the Make-A-Wish Foundation to give the kid a chance at his dream while he is still healthy and alive—before leukemia attacks him again.  Then it took normal every day people to help make that fantasy into a reality for little Miles.  But in this case, Miles Scott was the focus—the reason for the event, and in a metaphorical way, he saved not just San Francisco—but the entire nation.

Make-A-Wish does this kind of thing all the time.  They are a great organization.   Recently they made a child in Anaheim Batman’s sidekick Robin and a Seattle child a secret agent.  But before they can organize such things Make-A-Wish needs creative people to plant the seed of hope into the mind of a child so that something greater than their circumstance can be comprehended—so that they can make a wish.  This is why superheros, comic books, fantastic movies, and big ideas expressed creatively are so important to us all.  For many kids not suffering the way that Miles Scott is, the same power holds for them as well.  Superheros like Batman are good for the healthy as well as the sick and give hope where reality provided none.

The reason I get so damn mad at those who proclaim that fantasy is an escape from reality is that they are essentially saying that the world would be better off without these influences.   They believe that reality was shaped by the politics of the Greeks and solidified by religion 2000 years ago—and that is just stupid.  Those periods were just small steps in human progress toward creating a mythology that pushed up against the limits of reality to seek something more than the world currently provides.  In the case of Miles Scott and the massive world-wide fanfare that ensued from his desire to be Batkid for a day, somewhere a scientist determined that nobody should suffer death by leukemia.  Likely long after Batkid has come and gone from this earth, there will be a cure that was inspired by Miles Scott’s Make-A-Wish dream and the saving of lives won’t just be a fantasy played out on the city streets of San Francisco.  It will become a new reality—inspired by fantasy and a new ceiling of human limitation will be revealed—and we will all be better off for it.

That is the power of myth, and the beauty of defying reality through fantasy.  Miles Scott saved society for a day by removing the “tapestries of ideology” which divide us all, and put the question on the table—why, and how can “I” fix it?

That! Is Christopher Nolan’s next film……………………..and I will be going to see it!  

Rich Hoffman

 www.OVERMANWARRIOR.com

 

Bob McEwen’s Fight For Justice: A revolutionary war ghost and the power of Cincinnati

I suppose my political beliefs were framed within the context of three men over a four-month period long ago.  Prior to the presidential election of 1992 I was in Dallas, Texas spending time with Ross Perot and his family.  I learned a lot from these experiences.  I had always had a fascination with the Revolutionary War and Ross Perot had a style that brought that sentiment into focus.  Then just a few months later I spent a considerable amount of time with Rob Portman as he began to run for the Second Congressional seat that was coming up during a special election.  I liked Rob and my opinion leaned in his direction.  At a special on-air debate on 700 WLW hosted by Mike McConnell during a Sunday night in Mt Adams, Portman’s challengers attended and I was there to witness the whole extravaganza.  That was when I met Bob McEwen whom I initially disliked because of a House banking scandal that hovered over him like an ominous cloud.  But for three crucial hours in my life I watched McEwen and Portman have it out with skill and debate that I admired spectacularly.  Portman would go on to win, and would be the kind of prominent debater that Mitt Romney would use to prepare for his prime time debates against President Obama.   Ross Perot would go down in history as one of the founders of the current Tea Party as his Reform Party essentially began during that Dallas event mentioned—where he would lose his run for president against Billy Clinton. And Bob McEwen hit the lecture circuit being paid $10,000 per speech because of his vast knowledge of history, economics and insider politics.  Some of these speeches can be seen below and should be watched entirely.  They are real treasures—he is a very good public speaker.  In spite of the check bouncing scandal he was a staunch anti-communist, a religious supporter, and an economic scholar with a deep knowledge of history.  Out of the three mentioned men, I learned more from Bob McEwen once I forgave him for the congressional scandal and realized why he was targeted—because Washington D.C. wanted him out-of-town.  Political insiders wanted Bob McEwen out of their “beltway.”  Watch all these videos carefully—preferably many times.  And send them to a friend.

McEwen was caught up in the House banking scandal, which had been seized upon by Newt Gingrich, a like-minded conservative House Republican, as an example of the corruption of Congress; members of the House had been allowed to write checks on their accounts, which were paid despite insufficient funds and without penalty. Martin Gottlieb of the Dayton Daily News said “McEwen was collateral damage” to Gingrich’s crusade.[25] McEwen initially denied bouncing any checks. Later, he admitted he had bounced a few. Then when the full totals were released by Ethics Committee investigators, the number was revealed to have been 166 over thirty-nine months. McEwen said that he always had funds available to cover the alleged overdrafts, pointing to the policy of the House sergeant-at-arms, who ran the House bank, paying checks on an overdrawn account if it would not exceed the sum of the Representative’s next paycheck.[26] In 1991, McEwen had also been criticized for his use of the franking privilege and his frequent trips overseas at taxpayer expense, but McEwen defended the trips as part of his work on the Intelligence Committee and in building relationships with legislatures overseas.[27]

Robert D. “Bob” McEwen (born January 12, 1950) is a lobbyist and American politician of the Republican Party, who was a member of the United States House of Representatives from southern Ohio‘s Sixth District, from January 3, 1981 to January 3, 1993. Tom Deimer of Cleveland‘s Plain Dealer described him as a “textbook Republican” who is “opposed to abortion, gun control, high taxes, and costly government programs.” In the House, he criticized government incompetence and charged corruption by the Democratic majority that ran the House in the 1980s. McEwen, who had easily won three terms in the Ohio House, was elected to Congress at the age of thirty to replace a retiring representative in 1980 and easily won re-election five times.

After a bruising primary battle with another incumbent whose district was combined with his, in which McEwen faced charges of bouncing checks on the House bank, he narrowly lost the 1992 general election to Democrat Ted Strickland. Following an unsuccessful run in the adjacent Second District in 1993, McEwen was largely absent from the Ohio political scene for a decade, until in 2005 he unsuccessfully sought the Republican nomination for Congress in the Second District special election to replace Rob Portman, who beat him in 1993, and finished second to the winner in the general election, Jean Schmidt. McEwen’s 2005 platform was familiar from his past campaigns, advocating a pro-life stance, defending Second Amendment rights, and promising to limit taxes and government spending. In 2006, he unsuccessfully sought the Republican nomination in the Second District.

In Congress, McEwen, who “had a reputation as a man who thinks about politics every waking moment,” claimed Congressional Quarterly, was a staunch conservative, advocating a strong military.[2] In addition, he was a strong advocate for government works in his district — dams, roads, locks and the like much as Harsha had been — as McEwen was on the House’s Public Works and Transportation Committee.[3] The Chillicothe Gazette would salute him for his work on funding for U.S. Route 35, a limited access highway linking Chillicothe to Dayton.[4] In general, however, McEwen advocated reduced government spending.

A vehement anti-Communist, he visited Tbilisi in the former Soviet Republic of Georgia in 1991 to help tear down the hammer-and-sickle iconography of the Communist regime.[5] That year he also called for the House to establish a select committee to investigate the Vietnam War POW/MIA issue – whether any soldiers declared “missing in action” in the Vietnam War and other American wars were still alive – by sponsoring H. Res. 207.[6]

McEwen was not a man to mince words. In the heated debate in 1985 over a Congressional seat in Indiana between Republican Richard D. McIntyre, whom the Indiana Secretary of State had certified as winning a seat in the 99th Congress, and Democrat Frank McCloskey, in which the House declined to seat McIntyre, McEwen declared on the House floor, “Mr. Speaker, you know how to win votes the old-fashioned way — you steal them.”[11] When McEwen was late in 1990 to the House because of a massive traffic jam on the I-495 beltway around Washington, D.C., he said on the House floor on February 21 that the District of Columbia’s government should be replaced:

The total incompetence of the D.C. government in Washington, DC, has become an embarrassment to our entire Nation. This experiment in home rule is a disaster. All of us who serve in this Chamber, well over 95% of us, have held other positions in government. We have been mayors. We have been township trustees, State legislators, and the rest. I am convinced, Mr. Speaker, that there are well over 2,000 township trustees in my congressional district who with one arm tied behind their backs, could blindfolded do a better job of directing this city than the city council of D.C. It is high time that this experiment in home rule that has proven to be a disaster for our nation be terminated, that we return to some sort of logical government whereby the rest of us can function in this city.[12]

After McEwen was criticized for his remarks, he delivered a thirty-minute speech in the House on March 1, 1990, on “The Worst City Government in America”.[13] Because of the crime problem in the District, McEwen also attempted to pass legislation overturning the District council’s ban on mace, saying people in the District should be able to defend themselves.[14] During the Persian Gulf War in 1991, McEwen introduced legislation to end President Gerald Ford‘s ban on U.S. government employees assassinating foreign leaders (Executive Order 12333) in order to clear the way for Saddam Hussein‘s removal, McEwen objecting to the “cocoon of protection that is placed around him because he holds the position that he holds as leader of his country.”[15]

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bob_McEwen

For people who believe that Cincinnati, Ohio is just a flyover city, they are sadly mistaken.  The region of my home town produces very interesting people, life changing ideas, and I am proud of it.  Steven Spielberg, Tom Cruise, Nick Clooney, Ted Turner, Annie Oakley, Nick Longworth who married Teddy Roosevelt’s cherished daughter Alice, William Taft, the Voice of America, the Crosely brothers, Kings Island, Rob Portman and of course Bob McEwen along with many others.  Not all of those names are good ones, but Cincinnati throughout history has been at the center of the heartbeat of the nation.  McEwen is still out there fighting for freedom as a political outsider—pushed out of the beltway by those who didn’t like his message.  And behind him is the next generation of freedom fighters.  The Cincinnati Tea Party is one of the strongest in the nation and is directly challenging current House Speaker John Boehner and the fraudulent Ohio governor John Kasich who launched and won his campaign against Ted Strickland because of the Cincinnati Tea Party.  Cincinnati is where the fight is at.  It is the modern version of Trenton, New Jersey in the new Revolution for independence.

Bob McEwen is a product of Cincinnati, a man deeply committed to undoing the kind of progressive underpinnings brought to the city at the turn of the 20th Century by Nick Longworth and his father-in-law Teddy Roosevelt along with William Howard Taft.  Before these characters, Cincinnati was where the great Simeon Kenton settled with his sheer will and a hatchet well before any “White Man” braved the wild frontier of Cincinnati.  Tecumseh and his Shawnee warriors were from Cincinnati.  Tecumseh was born where modern day Xenia is today and fought directly with Simeon Kenton for this holy ground of the Ohio River valley—particularly Cincinnati.  Kenton was in the Ohio River Valley because he was running from the “White Men” European decedents for much the same reasons that the Indians did.  Tecumseh couldn’t hold off the “White Settlers” as more and more people fled European tyranny in much the same way that Cubans risked life and limb to swim to Miami, Florida to escape communism.  The Shawnee would grudgingly flee the Cincinnati area as President Washington had a fort built in his name to defend the region.  Another fort to the north along the Great Miami River named Fort Hamilton was built in dedication to Washington’s right hand man—Alexander Hamilton, and just down the road was a town named after James Monroe.  In between those places was a township called “Liberty” which was established in direct honor of the Revolutionary War.

I grew up next to the grave of the Revolutionary War veteran John Ayers and his wife Sarah.   He fought in Elizabethtown, Van Nest Mill, Piscataway, and Monmouth.  Their graves can still be visited; they are in the back yard of the homes off the Butler County Regional Highway at the 747 exit if traveling toward the east.  As a kid I discovered this cemetery overrun by dirt and trampled by cows deep in the woods in the middle of nowhere.  I brought home Sarah’s tombstone to my mother to prove that the place existed and she was extremely furious.  I put the head stone back, and often wondered if the ghost of John Ayers plagued me with images of war, fighting for freedom, and settling an area braving the elements just to run away from European collectivism because I disturbed his wife’s grave.  In all reality, it is likely that Cincinnati itself and the region of land projecting out for 75 miles in every direction has a soul that rises up to meet oppression—and the bad guys of the world know it.  For decades the Soviet Union had nuclear missiles pointed at the GE plant in Evendale and Hitler wanted desperately to destroy the Voice of America in Mason, Ohio.  And the Washington establishment wanted to destroy the man from Cincinnati, Bob McEwen and his crusade against communism, fiscal irresponsibility, and the preservation of Christian values.

I learned a little from everyone mentioned—some of those names were good, some were sinister—but all came from Cincinnati and had something for me to learn from—and I did—including the ghost of John Ayers and his family who I often felt patrolled the haunted woods outside my bedroom window where a highway and many homes now exist.  For as long as I can remember I had an affinity for the Revolutionary War and it is likely that John Ayers had something to do with it as I spent most of my time as a kid outside hunting for old cemeteries, and the bodies buried by local politics which I despised for as long as I have memory. Bob McEwen is another of these Cincinnati products, and now that you have heard some of his speeches dear reader, you might understand why I was so taken with him as he debated Rob Portman during a special election at 700 WLW on a spring like Sunday evening.  Out of Portman, Perot and McEwen, it is the later that is still as deeply committed to liberty and freedom.  The rest of them either sold out, or ran out of gas—but McEwen never really gave up.  He has been chipping away at the barriers for freedom for decades and really never let the ominous clouds of politics push him aside—which is why I admire him so much.  I am happy to report that like the ghost of John Ayers, the Revolutionary War vet that I grew up with as a ghostly friend, Bob McEwen has been a tremendous influence on how I see the world—and perhaps you will enjoy his work as well.

Rich Hoffman

 www.OVERMANWARRIOR.com

 

Harvey Weinstein’s Stupid Anti-NRA Film: Why ‘Expendables 3’ will destroy Meryl Streep

When Harvey Weinstein promised to make a movie with Meryl Streep going after the National Rifle Association, he declared war against middle America. His statements were a simple declaration that many already knew—that Hollywood is teeming with parasitic liberals hell-bent on a destructive progressive agenda.  For such a prominent producer and actress to make such a bold statement is to declare their alliance with collectivism and the breath of evil which has blown it along through the ages.  So I look forward to Meryl’s anti-gun movie—because I’ll make a bet with the liberal Hollywood elite—I bet as of January 2014 that the Sylvester Stallone film Expendables 3 will out gross Streep’s anti-NRA film by over $700 dollars per screen in every market outside of New York and Los Angeles.  I will also bet that Stallone’s film will top $300 million at the box office while Streep will be lucky to break $100 million. So go ahead Harvey—make your silly NRA movie and watch all the people who will go see Expendables 3 instead.  The bottom line in the movie world is that middle America decides if films are hits or successes—and in that region—they love their guns and they hate big government.  Expendables 3 will do more for the sale of guns than Weinstein’s picture will do against them—and the liberal Hollywood machine will be left scratching their heads.  Their premier actress Meryl Streep will be out grossed by a bunch of retired action stars from the 1980s—and they’ll do it spectacularly.  Critics will pan the film with negative reviews, entertainment web-sites and television broadcasts will declare the Expendables 3 has bad production values and glorifies guns and killing—but it won’t matter.  Expendables 3 will top $300 million at the box office when it hits theaters this upcoming August—place your bets now.  And Harvey’s film will barely make its money back from the production costs.

http://www.usnews.com/opinion/blogs/peter-roff/2014/01/21/harvey-weinsteins-anti-nra-movie-continues-hollywoods-gun-control-obsession

My son-in-law had been raving about how good Expendables 2 was, and even as he was declaring it—I had my doubts.  I enjoyed the first one, but certainly didn’t go out of my way to see the second one at theaters.  Growing up in the 80s I sort of take it for granted that movies like the Expendable films get made—as they used to come out every couple of months in America during the Reagan presidency.  I truly enjoyed seeing all those great action stars again in Jason Stratham, Jet Li, Sylvester Stallone, Chuck Norris, Jean-Claude Van Damme, Bruce Willis, and Arnold Schwarzenegger all in the same movie kicking absolute ass during the entire duration of the plot.  I didn’t think I’d enjoy it as much as a film like 2013’s Man of Steel, Iron Man 3 or The Hobbit.  But he did convince me recently to watch the movie with him and I’m glad he did.

Expendables 2 was wonderfully testosterone filled without apology.  It was uncompromisingly manly—and for that I was grateful.  I have not laughed so hard genuinely in a long time as I did when Arnold Schwarzenegger ripped the door off a Smart Car that Bruce Willis was driving and declared that he has shoes bigger than the car—all while mowing down bad guys with machine guns.  It was a wonderfully fun movie and it was just pleasurable to see a movie with all those actors known for their tough guy rolls in the same movie.  It was a movie made for the core of America from the rural areas of Pennsylvania to the recluse mobile home dwellers in the Nevada Mountains.  Santa Monica, California might look down their nose at all these old action stars mindlessly killing thousands of people centering around a ridiculous mercenary plot—and New York career climbers would find all the activity repulsive—but everyone else in America loves it.  Expendables 2 is an American movie made for American men.  End of story.  It is a film meant to be watched by men while the women cook in the kitchen during Holiday events gossiping about other family members who aren’t present.  In such times men have very little to do—they usually watch football as grown men run into each other as hard as they can, or they watch movies like Expendables 2.  It is a fun movie that is not afraid to touch the heart of a testosterone driven entity.  Women might complain about that testosterone when its inconvenient to them—but in the bedroom they want it.  Expendables 2 is likely to improve the love lives of many women, so they shouldn’t complain.

As for Harvey Weinstein he’s built his career producing movies that exploit violence and guns—films like Pulp Fiction, True Romance, Grindhouse, Sin City, the Kill Bill movies, Rambo, Django Unchained along with many others.  He also has made several sexually exploitive films.  He had Madonna show her bare breasts in the 1991 film Truth or Dare, and had Nichole Kidman very; very naked in Cold Mountain, which likely ruined her career.  Once people saw her in such a nude fashion in that movie after the film Eyes Wide Shut,there was nothing left to desire in Nichole.  Everyone had seen everything and Nichole was officially old news after that.  Here is Harvey’s film resume:

Executive producer

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harvey_Weinstein

Because of his Academy Awards he falsely believes that he’s a “serious” filmmaker.  But what he’s done is use action films exploiting massive amounts of violence—some of the most violent movies ever made—and turned those profits into progressive agenda films—like Silver Linings Playbook, Zack and Miri Make a Porno, and Chicago.  He is the opposite of someone like Walt Disney who took his profits from animated films to crusade for traditional values. Harvey exploited violence, sex, and over-the-top action to fund progressive films—which never make much money. So now, Harvey thinks he’s the king of Hollywood and that he can command Meryl Streep to make a film that will sink the NRA.  Well, good luck, Harvey.  Your Hollywood friends might like a film like that—but while the women are gabbing in the kitchen during Holidays cooking dinner as they are prone to do—the men won’t be popping in a DVD of your upcoming stupid anti-NRA film.  They’ll put in Expendables 2, and in the future Expendables 3, and if Stallone gets his way, Clint Eastwood will be in Expendables 4 taking the director’s chair and appearing in the film.  I’d pay damn good money to watch Clint Eastwood as an 86-year-old man blasting bad guys with a .500 magnum over one of Harvey’s pictures like Zack and Miri.

So have at it Harvey—take my bet.  Your movie with Meryl Streep will be grossly out performed by Expendables 3 which will add to the cast mentioned above Harrison Ford, Antonia Banderias, and Mel Gibson.  In addition, ten years from now where men have the option to watch all the Expendables movies or the latest anti-gun film from the Weinstein Company what do you think they’ll pick. Even with all of Hollywood’s efforts to make women “equal” or enlightened, they’ll still be in the kitchen cooking dinners for their men and talking about those men’s mothers—and the men will be looking for violent entertainment that features guns—guns, and more GUNS!  And there isn’t a damn thing anybody can do about it. It’s the way God made all of us, and that is the way it will always be even 2000 years from now long after progressivism has fallen off the radar as a failure in social engineering long forgotten—like all of Harvey’s non-violent progressive films—such as Chicago and his upcoming film with Meryl Streep dead before it is ever made.