Ahead of Disney’s new Lone Ranger film they are running a promotion for all fighters for justice to receive an advance screening of their new film prior to its July 3rd release. Given the kind of readers who frequent Overmanwarrior’s Wisdom, there are more than a few such people in Southern Ohio who deserve a ticket.
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It is an absolutely appalling joke that Bill Clinton has been named Father of the Year by the National Father’s Day Committee. I would consider the former president who was impeached by congress during his term, to be the anti-father compared to many of the fathers who were celebrated during the 2013 annual Father’s Day recognition ceremonies. Clinton like the typical notion of a progressive “anti-concept” represents the undoing of fatherhood much more than a pillar of strength that most children wish for in the male portion of their parenting role-models. Clinton is virtually everything a good person is not—so naming him “Father of the Year” is equivalent to calling the stupid family on the old Fox television Married with Children the family of the year. Read more here:
The National Father’s Day Committee, an entity of the Father’s Day/Mother’s Day Council, each year confers Father of the Year Honors on contemporary lifestyle leaders of our culture whose lives are dedicated to family, citizenship, charity, civility, responsibility and reverence. The funds raised by our Annual Father of the Year Awards Presentation are directed to the support of worthwhile concerns affecting men, fathers, and families. The objective of our program is to enhance the meaning of Father’s Day and encourage universal observance.
Apparently the National Father’s Day Committee has no idea what a good father is, otherwise they would have never put Clinton on the list, let alone giving him such a perceived honor. I know something about fatherhood, and I am a fantastic father. Saying that Clinton is an exceptional father is simply an insult. Fathers are not habitual liars, womanizing punks, or call out hits on political opponents. They also don’t eliminate whistle blowers, or have women who are the same age as their daughters perform oral sex on them in the Oval Office. Good fathers are the opposite of all those traits, yet the NFDC named Clinton anyway.
Back in the 90s when Married with Children was on the air, and Slick Willie was in the White House, my wife and I refused to watch that show, even though it was very popular. We watched a few scenes of it here and there just to see if we were missing the great wave of popularity that the show garnered, but I never completed a full episode. The show was incredibly demeaning to traditional families and helped pave the way to a lot of the terrible attitudes people have toward their families in this more contemporary age.
Of course the cat is out of the bag now as to why shows like Married with Children were made in the first place getting money while programs like Little House on the Prairie went off the air, and weren’t being invited back on traditional networks. The progressive age was in full swing and presidents like Bill Clinton were committed to finishing the task that Woodrow Wilson started making sons as unlike their fathers as possible. The progressive statists entered politics, founded and ran the Department of Education and immediately created curriculums that degraded traditional parenting which paved the way for audiences to desire programming like Married with Children and electing the Al Bundy of politics, Bill Clinton. Most of America during the 90’s could not relate with the old-fashioned ideas of John Wayne westerns but rather Oliver Stone through his cocaine trips of left leaning films. America had lost its moral compass through its public education system, and shows like Married with Children reinforced the insecurities taught to them by government schools. Politicians like Clinton simply brought to the real world the kind of characters millions of Americans had grown familiar with in Married with Children.
It would seem that the criteria for judging Father of the Year by the NFDC is in comparing all candidates to Al Bundy from that old Fox comedy. With that as the criteria, I am proud to not be a part of the judging process because fathers like Bill Clinton and I are on opposite ends of the earth, as apparently the morally lost souls of the NFDC committee are too. Their award to Bill Clinton is just further evidence of how treacherously lost our society has become in identifying good from bad, and right from wrong. Anyone who can see what is wrong with the world will quickly see what a terrible father Bill Clinton is no matter what poor little Chelsea Clinton thinks. She’s stuck with being born to such a low-life, so she’s not the best judge of character—no fault of hers.
Next year when the NFDC decides that they want to award another Father of the Year I would suggest that they not look in the local strip joints, lobbyist back rooms, and married women’s bedrooms for the sacred honor of a father. The first step would be to look outside the political scene of New York and Washington D.C. There is a big world outside of those very small places, and in it are a lot of fathers who are truly great, and their families love them for it. They are Father’s of the Year not for the fanfare, the political spot light, or the social status gained from some trivial social recognition. They are great fathers because they truly love their children, and their families know it with the greatest honor that can be bestowed upon a man, the recognition from his family that they appreciate all that he does without a single outside soul knowing anything about it.
As for my own father’s day, my wife and kids treated me to a nice day at our local amusement park of Kings Island to visit the Dinosaurs Alive exhibit with my new grandson. They gave me as gifts a picture collage of some of our past adventures together and personal notes of fond recollection. They also gave me the soundtrack to the new Superman movie which meant a lot to me. As I loaded the soundtrack onto my iPod I thought of what the music was saying to me………………….and it doesn’t bring to mind images of Bill Clinton, unless of course the musical theme is that of the villain. I doubt Chelsea thinks of Superman when she thinks of her father, the supposed Father of the Year!
In the fictional world of vigilantes like the Dark Knight from the Batman films and the upcoming Lone Ranger, the heroes wear masks to protect those they love from the revenge imposed by statist regimes who control the law as the protagonist imposes justice where needed. One of my favorite fictional vigilante characters of all time is Zorro, who wore a mask to protect his identity from the tyranny of government oppressors while he worked as the politician Don Diego pretending to be “one of them” all the while seeking justice from behind a mask. The need for these types of stories by the masses is innate, meaning the mind requires them to bring relation to the world it witnesses as justice is often abused by anti-conceptual reality. This internal psychological struggle plays out in acts of fiction, but reflects our internal despair in reality. The crisis is in the realization that those who control the law—the political class of the modern age—can make life very difficult for those who disagree with their desired social impositions. This kind of tyrannical behavior has recently been seen on a large-scale during the IRS scandal, the Benghazi debacle, and the NSA data collecting violations that have been splattered across the news of late. But most statist abuses by corrupt governments are done on a very small-scale creating the need for heroes to literally grab a mask not just in the story telling experience, but when opposing government in reality. This is why young Deric Lostutter of Winchester, Kentucky put on a mask and worked to instill justice when a crime in the small town of Steubenville, Ohio took place robbing the innocence of a young girl with a police cover-up to protect the very popular high school football team. I covered the controversy here at Overmanwarrior’s Wisdom back when it happened, CLICK TO REVIEW.
If Deric did not put on the mask and take up the torch of justice by going against the law, as the character KYAnonymous, the town of Stuebenville would have been able to successfully cover up the tragic rape that happened to an intoxicated young girl. Because of Deric two of those guilty star football players are doing time in a juvenile detention center and justice has been brought to the town. If Deric did not put on the mask and become KYAnonymous in a heroic effort to pursue justice as law enforcement attempted to use the law to hide the crime, the girl who was raped would have witnessed no justice and the boys who did the crime would have went free and believed that such behavior was socially correct, and the entire town would have continued to be complicit in a crime against the individual sanctity of a young girl.
The need for the mask comes after the justice is done of course as the statist government has the weapon of laws—they create—in their tool box of options to inflict suffering on those who stand against them. Deric Lostutter learned this first-hand when in mid April 2012 the F.B.I. had investigated his computer I.P. address extensively and learned where the masked justice seeker KYAnonymous lived. According to Lostutter a truck disguised as a delivery vehicle was parked in his driveway when there was a knock at the door. Deric expected a delivery so when he went to open the door 12 special forces operatives screaming profane names at him, cuffed him with M-16 assault rifles pointed at his head and detained him while the troops cleared out his home of the evidence they came to steal. Lostutter witnessed the S.W.A.T – like troops along with a couple of F.B.I. agents from Columbus, Ohio and the local sheriff securing his property. Once he was under cuffed control the troops lightened up and were less threatening actually joking with Deric telling him they had been watching him for a long time, and that he was a good guy. They even joked around a bit about the good things he had done, like exposing the rape in Stuebenville. All this was going on while they confiscated evidence for a case against him related to his work as KYAnonymous. The troopers left Deric’s belongings on the floor, his dogs shocked with teasers, his family handcuffed and nervous, his garage door battered open with a ram even though Deric told them he had a key, and the RV camper window outside broken open for entry even though Deric told them all they had to do was pull hard on the door.
Later it became known to Deric when he was unable to get his belongings back from the F.B.I. that they intended to indict him for a federal offense, most likely a felony and two misdemeanors. He was being charged with hacking into computers to steal the concealed pictures displaying the rape and putting the case into national headlines. After a year of a terrible ordeal Deric told his story on his website seen below written on June 6, 2013.
I have a lot of problems with the way the anarchic Anonymous freedom fighters conduct their business, as Deric is just one of them. I do not approve of their references to “WE” or the “HIVE” but I am willing to overlook those collectivist references knowing that all these kids are right out of public schools where they have been indoctrinated into hive-like mentality their entire lives. That aside, the work they are doing often is good, and their threat is real to the power brokers of control such as law enforcement agencies, corrupt politicians, and all statist regimes who wish to inflict force upon others to gain victory over their minds. What Deric Lostutter did may or may not have broken the law, but one thing is clear, if Deric didn’t do what he did, Stuebenville would have been able to cover up a crime against innocence sacrificing a naive girl to save the town the insult of harming its sacred football program.
The exact same reluctance by the authority in charge occurred at Penn State under Jerry Sandusky. Everyone knew Jerry was abusing young boys sexually, but nobody stuck up for the kids, because it was the sacred football team that was in trouble. Football, especially college programs like Penn State bring to academia funding opportunities a school can get no other way. Nobody wanted to jeopardize that funding, so the entire school covered up the decadent exploits of the famed coach of the Penn State defense. For those poor molested kids, there was no Deric Lostutter. There was no Anonymous freedom fighter to expose the crimes and come to their rescue. There were only cowards on a mass scale which ran all the way into the television networks who all knew that Jerry Sandusky was a pervert who loved to sexually abuse boys. This is the case most of the time when atrocities are seen by all. Very rare are there heroes who will stand without a mask and call a crime a crime. People like that are EXTREMELY rare, because such an act takes courage, and that trait is being breed out of the human race. Almost as rare are those who will put on a mask, as Deric Lostutter did to find justice where the law is used to hide crimes. Unfortunately, many millions of victims will find that there is no hero who has the courage to act on their behalf. The world is filled with oceans of individual souls who look from their right and to their left awaiting for somebody to have the courage to speak out for the innocent. But nobody ever steps forward. However, in Stuebenville, Ohio one young man did, and his name is Dric Lostutter. Once the authorities discovered who he was, they went after him to punish him to the furthest extent of their made up authority. For all those who think of fighting for freedom, take note of the lesson………now you know why such people wear a mask. Sometimes the pursuit of justice requires it—because the absence of such heroic people means oppression and sorrow will reign over planet earth so long as tribal human beings inhabit the globe and run their political system by the nonsensical diatribes of anti-conceptual rule.
Many of the failures experienced in modern society are the improper understanding of how to create a proper epistemology for the philosophy of their lives. By epistemology it is meant to know what sort of things we can know and how we know it. Most people these days are so uncertain of themselves, lacking self-confidence that they are unable to properly think and this is due to the notion that they have been taught by their public education institutions that nobody can know anything unless a professional tells them first what to think and how to think it. This is why government schools are so terrible for our present society. It is because they are providing generations of people an epistemology that is wrong, deliberately not teaching people how to think, but instead regulating their thought to “professionals” who can provide those epistemologies for the masses as centralized leaders of collective sacrifice.
This is a big problem. Human beings in the year of 2013 seek with mind numbing tenacity to continue a destructive practice of mental evasion. For instance, when it is asked what a particular person is going to do over the weekend, and the person responds, “I’m going to get ‘shit-faced’ drunk,” the person is really saying that not thinking is more preferred over a “thinking” exercise. They wish to get drunk so that they can escape the process of thought. This mentality was given to them by public education laying a foundation of philosophic epistemology that dictates surrendering thought to government employees who know better. The conflict in the individual who wishes to get drunk comes from the persistent thoughts which come to their mind telling them that the world is different from the one they are living. So for them, to get “drunk” so that they can be eased of the burden of thinking it is a vacation from their conflict which is highly desired.
Identifying this failure in epistemology can than explain why so many teenagers drink so heavily as part of their assimilation to the adult population. It is expected that young people will between the ages of 15 to 22 drink themselves into mindless bliss, and this is a direct result of the public education system providing a philosophic epistemology that states thinking should be done by “the experts” and not individual citizens. The result is that culturally, society must develop a method to turn off their minds to escape thought—because their minds tell them that what they are learning is wrong. So drunkenness is their only escape.
Public schools do not preach drunkenness, but it is the result of their failed epistemology which creates the problem in the same way that public schools do not preach sexual deviance, but it is the direct result of their teaching as the epistemology is created by a curriculum designed to place no responsibility on individual behavior. Such a system was designed by statist governments to advance programs for the working poor, welfare recipients, and down-trodden who are secretly desired to remain in such a state forever, for the benefit of the state. In a state-run school, a public education curriculum cannot make the people it wishes to target for state supplied services feel bad for their bad decisions in life, so the goal of school curriculums is to make all right thinking people think like the bad ones and preach that sex has no consequences, and is not the responsibility of the participants. The epistemology that is taught is a kind of Kantian remoteness, which sex just happens biologically without the thinking participants having any say. The epistemology that is given to the students in public school then has the unintended consequences of sexual promiscuity that lasts their entire lives. The teachers did not teach children to have reckless sex in their teenage years, but were socially unable to condemn the behavior that is conducted routinely in poor communities so that food stamp qualifications can be enhanced. So the teachers instruct an epistemology that destroys the lives of all students in every community because their instruction does not teach that personal responsibility is the key to life success, planned families, and a healthy existence.
A proper epistemology is the key to living a successful life and if the education system creates an improper philosophy, then failure is imminent. Government workers, political theorist–particularly those who wish to believe that communism is viable to the human mind, believe that any kind of politics can work so long as a society believes something. This is simply not true. That “something” must be good, and goodness is determined by a proper epistemology. If the epistemology is bad, then the philosophy of a person and thus the society will also be bad. There is no way to avoid the catastrophe of a bad epistemology. In this way, public education institutions are bad for the human race not because their intentions are not good—they often are, but the epistemology of what they teach is terribly insufficient which makes them detriments to the human condition. Methods of philosophy cannot be changed in and out of a person’s life like socks on the feet of a human being each morning before they are placed in one’s shoes. A personal philosophy is the most important part of anyone’s life, for if one does not believe in anything, they will fall for everything. But due to the catastrophe of a thinking mind being in drastic contrast to the types of epistemology that have been taught to it by institutions of modern learning, drunkenness is pursued to escape from the duality of the thinking mind being required to not think in order to survive the political stresses of the day which inform the world of an epistemology that is faulty.
When one considers what makes a person become an alcoholic, or a drug abuser this duality is always at the core. A weak mind is the first step to not surviving the duality of an improper epistemology that is in conflict with one the thinking mind wishes to live by. The weaker the mind, the easier it is to surrender mental evasion to alcoholism and other forms of intoxication. This is the product of our modern institutions and why many consider drunkenness to be a vacation worthy of pursuit in their leisure time, because they wish to be free of the epistemological conflict given to them by a society which seeks to impose on the mind a system of thought that is not productive to individual welfare.
Solving the problem of individual epistemology is the key to solving many of the social ills our society currently suffers from. Identifying a proper epistemology is the first step to solving all social problems. Problems do not happen to people’s lives like some mystical voodoo card of chance happening. Everything starts from a source and like simple addition and subtraction, one thought leads to another, then another. If a person has a bad life, if they are poor, if they are jobless, if they are alcoholics, drug abusers, bad parents, bad people, the failure comes from their poor epistemology. The fault is theirs for not living their lives with values that their minds agree with. Surrendering their thoughts to others who create their epistemology for them will not improve their life. “Getting drunk” will only exasperate the situation further and cause failures in life instead of giving the relief a mind in conflict with itself has from an epistemology that is imposed upon it from sources that are not from one’s own mind. Until individual people realize that the source of their failures are their trend to not take responsibility for their own thoughts, then misery will continue to riddle their life with duality. No individual can make the society happy with their collective desire, and yet make themselves happy. When the decision to make society happy supersedes the individual then a crushed, suppressed and miserable life ensues. And to date, it is public schools that most create the epistemology of the greatest number of people, and for that, they are in drastic fault.
If you’ve ever had to deal with a government school employee, be it a principal, teacher, or even a simple secretary, you surely know by now that they are typically arrogant, presumptuous, bastions of mundane complacency that act as though they are perpetually doing you a favor by giving you the time of day when forced to speak with them. Occasionally, there is a sincere teacher who is quite good, but the systems they work within handcuff them to an institution that relishes poor performance the way middle management executives relish the Golf Channel. Public school employees are generally horrendous at customer service, because they work for institutions that do not have to compete with anyone else for your business. They know that if a parent owns a home in their school district, then the parent has no choice but to send their child to that particular school or suffer prosecution by law. Public school employees really don’t care if they make their customers happy, or satisfied. They are able to put on a good show for the parent teacher conferences, or other meet and greet events so long as the parent doesn’t attempt to get too involved in their kid’s life at school, but this quickly erodes once the business of teaching migrates beyond formality. Then the real teeth of the wolves show as the not so subtle ownership of the children’s lives becomes clear. Public education employees believe that they are co-parents with the real parents, and they treat those real parents as an incompetent spouse that has eyes on an affair finding fault with everything the real parents do. The education professional believes their teaching methods are superior to that of parents, and they are not shy to make it known. That is why it brings my heart great delight to see that some parents are fighting back. Since they have no choice but to send their child to the public school of their home real estate, and typically cannot afford private instruction for their child, more and more parents are home-schooling their children at a rate that is justifiably alarming.
A little known fact since home schooled children represent only 4% of all school aged children is that home schooling enrollment has increased by 75% since 1999. Homeschooling has become increasingly popular as common myths that have long been associated with the practice have been debunked. Any concerns parents had about the quality of education children receive at home can be put to rest by the consistently high placement of homeschooled students on standardized assessment exams. Data demonstrates that those who are independently educated generally score between the 65th and 89th percentile on these measures, while those in traditional academic settings average at around the 50th percentile. In addition, achievement gaps between sexes, income levels, or ethnicity—all of which have plagued public schools around the country—do not exist in homeschooling environments. If you want to meet a smart child no matter what their background, you will almost 100% of the time notice that a parent is active in their life, and the best students come from homes where the parent does all the instruction, and does not send their child to a concentration camp called public school out of convenience in needing a tax payer funded baby sitter.
Recent studies laud homeschoolers’ academic success, noting their significantly higher ACT-Composite scores as high school aged students and higher grade point averages as college students. Yet surprisingly, the average expenditure for the education of a homeschooled child, per year, is $500 to $600, compared to an average expenditure of $10,000 per child, per year, for public school students. This is because the parent is invested in their child in a way that is biologically compatible. The public school attempts to defy the way human beings naturally learn with an artificial instruction that is rooted in radical labor unions that are too expensive not just monetarily, but mentally. In real dollars it costs ten times more to teach a child in a public school getting mediocre results at best, than the same child taught at home getting superior results.
The high achievement level of homeschoolers is readily recognized by recruiters from some of the best colleges in the nation. Home-educated children matriculate in colleges and attain a four-year degree at much higher rates than their counterparts from both public and private schools. Schools such as Massachusetts Institute of Technology, Harvard, Stanford, and Duke Universities all actively recruit homeschoolers. They do this so they can bring their averages up in academic accountability and artificially show superior education results compensating for all the lack-luster students they are supplied with coming from public schools.
Similarly, the common myth that homeschoolers “miss out” on so-called “socialization opportunities,” often thought to be vital aspects of traditional academic settings, has proven to be false. According to the National Home Education Research Institute survey, homeschoolers tend to be more socially engaged than their peers and demonstrate “healthy social, psychological, and emotional development, and success into adulthood.” A home schooled child is more likely to be the leader of their “pack” than just a blind participant as their egos have not been crushed into mashed potatoes in public school for social assimilation into a collective.
Based on recent data, researchers such as Dr. Brian Ray (NHERI.org) “expect to observe a notable surge in the number of children being homeschooled in the next 5 to 10 years. The rise would be in terms of both absolute numbers and percentage of the K to 12 student population. This increase would be in part because…[1] a large number of those individuals who were being home educated in the 1990’s may begin to homeschool their own school-age children and [2] the continued successes of home-educated students.”
I have said it more than once, if a parent sends their child to public school, they must not care much for the child. Public schools are government schools, and they are not healthy places to raise children. Parents should never completely surrender their children to a public school and the employees who work in them, as the customer service is terrible, and the social implication is quite destructive. Based on the results, all parents should make it their number one objective in raising their children to instruct those children at home under their care, and to forego the public education entirely.
When parents look at their 16-year-old child and wonder what happened to the sweet little youngster they gave birth to, most of the fault can be placed at the feet of the public school which has sought to reshape children’s minds into some Frankenstein social experiment designed to make good citizens as unlike their parents as possible as viewed by the government. The rest of the fault rests on the parent who was too lazy, self-centered, or too stupid to instruct their own children, denying them an opportunity to be the best human beings they could possibly be. Years ago when I was deep in fighting Lakota schools which is in my local district I was told by the arrogant teachers and PTA Kool-Aid drinkers that if I thought teaching was so easy then I’d come and teach their classes. Well, on national radio, in the newspapers, and on television, even to members of the school faculty, I said I’d be happy to teach not just one class, but four at the same time. When I gave an interview to the Lakota East Spark Magazine, I told the young lady who interviewed me that I would be happy to teach all their classes at the school if anyone wanted to take me up on it. Ironically, that article never made it to print.
There are times when I truly do wish that I could home school everyone’s children, and teach them real knowledge, not the crap they get in public school. The public school employees and their followers thought they stumped me when they challenged me to teach their classes. They thought I would decline out of fear that I couldn’t match their “massive” intellects. Please…………….they think this way because they have no competition and do not know, or care to know that most people functioning in the world successfully know a whole lot more than they do. And thankfully for 4% of all school aged children, they have parents who understand that they are better qualified to instruct their own children than some arrogant government employee who is trying to use children to cash in on a cushy job. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, if you love your children, you’ll take them out of public schools, and teach them yourself. If you want to raise a social malcontent, a diabolical menace to society, a pot smoking, future alcoholic, a liar, a cheater, and unstable social bully, then send them to be instructed in public schools where those are the skills of the instructors. If you want a smart young adult who is kind, thoughtful and reliable to their future spouse and the children that come from that union……………..then teach them yourself!
Dear reader, I hate to say I told you so, but…………………..I told you so. I stated many, many months ago that the government was watching everything you were doing, and that America was headed down a direction of the dystopian novel, Brave New World, and 1984. CLICK TO REVIEW. Now it is obvious to all that the government led by the NSA and many other organizations have been looking at phone records, email accounts, video conferencing between businesses and virtually every aspect of life of all Americans under The Patriot Act for the thinly disguised notion of bringing safety to the nation. But like the IRS, the Justice Department, and virtually every government agency including the local teacher at your children’s school they are filled with incompetent employees operating with faulty minds. The NSA is spying on the nude pictures of our children that are recklessly sent to their budding relationships, not for the protection of the nation, but for their own pleasure. The NSA enjoys knowing the social connections of every adult of the American population because such knowledge is power and can be used against targets at their discretion. Read all about the PRISM data collection scandal at the following link:
Maybe now skeptics won’t question what has been reported about Common Core education, Obamacare, Agenda 21, Muslim penetration of our government, global consensus effort to collapse the American dollar, communist influence of labor unions, a socialist take-over of American government, and many other controversial topics that have been regulated to conspiracy theory. “They” are watching and “they” have their fingers in virtually every aspect of your life dear reader, and you let them do it.
“I layered in these New Founding Fathers, this regime that we voted into power at some point, some kind of NRA-thing that took over the country…But I kind of left that to the audience. I think sometimes in my writing I try to spoon feed too much, it’s better to let the audience make their own decisions on things.”
The Purge sucks by the way, it’s a horrible film which hopes that millions of dim-witted teenagers will grow up and vote for more government into their lives so that they won’t have to suffer through the grim reality of The Purge. It is unbelievable that this title actually got a summer release! It belongs in the first week of February, or around the third week of October, a terrible decision that only demonstrates to what effect Hollywood is willing to sacrifice for the gods of statism. What is most disconcerting is that such a terrible film could be made, and that statist government has penetrated the blank philosophies of America’s story tellers to such a reckless extent. Filmmakers like DeMonaco have learned to shape their personal beliefs around those of statism because they lack personal philosophic principles. They have weak epistemologies that are shaped by where the money for their projects comes from. That money is influenced by programs like project PRISM who linger behind all of our lives threatening to reveal our secrets if extortion proves faulty. In this way statism has taken control of many industries under the guise of personal liberty. But the choices are really between suffering and living, and such choices are not those of free people, but of existing slaves, of which filmmakers like DeMonaco are a part.
You have been told dear reader how the world works, and now you are beginning to have proof that these things I have stated are not conspiracy. So what are you going to do about it? Will you continue to be an empty vessel of a mind seeking to defer your thoughts to the popularity which has been shaped by your friendly neighborhood statist government who has the reach to enter entertainment with an obvious film attempting to incite fear toward Tea Party causes? Or will you fill your head with your own thoughts and fight for the right to have them against a statist regime that uses safety and security as excuses to look at your sexual habits, and personal interests for the sheer aim of gaining a tactical advantage over your very soul?
Is the decision so difficult? Is it so scary? Or are you just too lazy to care? If so, take another drink, get “shit faced” at the local sports bar, and enjoy the fact that some pin headed geek at the NSA has nude pictures of your children and spouses pinned to their cubical, and they are enjoying their anonymity from your wrath.
Reflecting on the administration’s recently-discovered massive domestic surveillance programs, Rush Limbaugh argued on his radio show that there is a “coup” taking place to subvert the kind of country the United States has always been. Listen for yourself.
Welcome to the party Rush. Many have been right where you are now for a long time. But there is room on the bench for new faces who are just now coming to understand how sinister the Obama administration truly has been all along. Pass along to a friend.
“Flash, I love you, but we only have 14 hours to save the earth!” With that line of dialogue from the 1980 film Flash Gordon I knew what I wanted to be when I grew up. When Dale Arden said those words to Flash Gordon, Flash was battling a rival on a floating circular platform in a bullwhip fight to the death as metal spikes came up out of the floor to puncture the fighters. If the fighters fell off the platform they would fall from the sky for miles to their death. The movie was cheesy, and unrealistic as viewed by my adult eyes, but there is a swagger to it that I love to this day which is exhibited so clearly in the theme song done by the rock band Queen, which can be seen in the music video from that long ago time in a film forgotten to modern ingenuity.
It was Flash Gordon and the old Zorro films from the 40s and 50s Republic serials that captured my interest in learning to use bullwhips. After watching the 1980 version of Flash Gordon at least 10 times at the theater I set up a mock platform in my back yard to learn how to fight with bullwhips on a similar platform so I’d have the skills to save the earth the way Flash Gordon did in that famous movie. I was in the sixth grade at the time and my career choice was made for me after watching that movie. I didn’t want to grow up to be a doctor, a dentist, or a mechanic. I wanted to be a superhero who would save the world with my own two hands and a bull whip.
For three decades now I have played that Queen song from my car stereo and blasted it from my home theater system incessantly. At times I have played the song over and over for hours never growing tired of it—because I always identified with the message. As the rest of our modern world looks to the conspiracies of our day with anxiety, I am excited. I look for the black helicopters to circle the sky, and for the hummers to storm my neighborhood releasing me from the social shackles of order for which we all live day by day. I am eager for the day I can defeat the Ming’s of Merciless tyrants I hated as a youth, and still hate as an adult with more than fiction and metaphors, but with action brought from imagination to grim reality.
In that regard, I can report that I am in a blissful existence. The world is corrupt with evils beyond imagining, and they are obvious. The villains are as obvious as the sun in a cloudless sky at noon in the desert. And those villains require valor to defeat, and souls willing to meet them on the battlefield of life. It is in that spirit that I wait patiently with yearning at the first moves of the real life Ming’s of Merciless to advance their plots in a way that defies the law and provides license for action to extend beyond the realm of thought, to actual existence. I still practice on a type of “disk of death” in my back yard so that the skills are present when they are needed.
Most people supposedly grow up and away from these kinds of thoughts, the hero fantasies young people have of saving the world. Sadly, almost every living, breathing human being in the entire world stops growing physically and mentally by the age of 15. The typical 50-year-old wants the same things that the typical 15-year-old wants food, sex, and social status. Our current society considers this—maturity. But the higher needs and desires come from the youth of a mind uncorrupted by age and cynicism, which has not yet hit puberty and developed a desire for the opposite sex. In this phase, a young mind sees the big picture without interruption. It is during this phase that young people think that saving the world is realistic, and they endeavor to do so all by themselves.
However, once young people start submitting themselves to hazing rituals to belong to a sports team, or surrender themselves to a classroom bully, they start making concessions for which there is no return. Once they’ve kissed the feat of the Ming’s of Merciless’ in their life they turn their attention to their social status, sex and food once they’ve learned their place in the social peaking order. I have always felt sorry for these terribly lost fools. They have lost the magic of youth, the knowledge in their own minds that they are ruled by nobody but their own imaginations. Once they are broken—socially—they stay that way for the rest of their years nearly 100% of the time.
What I always loved about Flash Gordon—especially the cheesy 1980 version of the classic character was that he wasn’t afraid of anything. He also survived everything the bad guys threw at him and had to peel the girls off him with a pry bar. Flash Gordon was fearless, and he never felt he needed to apologize otherwise.
Years ago I worked for a conveyor manufacturer who had a big contract with Amazon.com. I was clearly one of the best assemblers out of the 400 person work force. It was a union shop, but due to a recent strike, they had allowed Right-to-Work provisions. I was one of the first after the agreement to take the job without accepting union representation. Because of my work ethic, I was put on the big sorter job, which was the most complicated conveyor segment this particular company built. They were big and had a lot of moving parts which had to be precisely measured. The very aggressive building hours on those units was 16 hours, which required two 8 hour shifts of a union employee building them at 100% efficiency to complete. However, most of the time, the union employees performed at a 40% to 60% efficiency, so even with two assemblers, the job still took two days. When the shop foramen put me on the job he warned me that if I worked too fast, that it would cause trouble. But he admitted to me that he was putting me on those units to expose the poor performance of the much more experienced assemblers. I gladly went to the cell and set up. Within one week of working on the very technical job, I was building those units every 7.5 hours. Within a month, I had the time down to 6 hours. When I worked double shifts, which was unheard of at this manufacturing facility I could build two per day by myself and have the next unit for set up for first shift construction. This earned me the nick-name, “SUPERMAN.” It’s a name that has traveled with me everywhere I’ve ever worked and people do not mean it in a complementary way. Quite the opposite, they mean it as an insult. The union employees believed that by signaling me out with such a name, I would feel self-conscious and stop trying to “be so good.” So in response to their “insult” I would start my shift every day with the theme song to Superman on my personal boom box sitting on top of my tool box. I put together a mix tape back then, and right after Superman, the Queen song “Flash” would come on to drive my point home. My co-workers would scratch their heads and try to turn up their radios onto classic rock to attempt to drown out my movie classics.
After a while of these music wars, they decided to step up their harassment by threatening to fight me in the break room, bathroom, and parking lot. Different groups of individuals attempted the deed until the whole plant had stacked up massive collective failure. When that didn’t work they tried to rally the whole plant against me with a giant fight in the parking lot imagining that the threat of a mob would put me in my place. But it never did, instead they learned the same lessons that many have had to learn about themselves under such circumstances—that they were cowards in their adult lives discovering that valor had left their lives. Those same adults tell their sons to “grow up,” not out of a desire for their children to have better lives than they had, but to prevent their children from stepping beyond them in social stature. Those adults tell their daughters “don’t hold out for a hero, because there are none.” The truth is not that society lacks heroes anymore, but that the hope is that those heroes will be suppressed so that guilt doesn’t riddle the minds of all the 15-year-olds who have stopped dreaming of honor, and traded in their ambition for social security as 40-year-old slobs whose new idea of success is to save the world by schmooze politically on the golf courses of life.
The plot of Flash Gordon would have been boring if Flash just did what he was told, and kissed the ring of Ming the Merciless. But he didn’t, and that’s why Flash Gordon is such a great and honorable character. The same holds true in real life—it is easy to kiss the rings of those who wish to rule us. But there is also opportunity for honor and adventure when such rings are offered and the ring is spit on instead of kissed. That is why I look at our current world and have a hard time containing my excitement. There are a lot of modern spiked platforms that contain a million perils upon them. The danger is what I yearn for—with the same ambition that a 7 to 8 year-old kid looks upon a fantasy film with wide-eyes declaring that when he grows up, he will also be fearless and heroic. For me the biggest difference between the adult and the child is that the child at such a young age has no choice but to dream and ascertain images which they find attractive, so they can set personal goals to live up to. The adult has to take the responsibility to live those dreams, and to have the bravery to stand on their own ideals even if the world or universe stands against them. It is in such moments that I hear the theme song to Flash Gordon, from Queen, and relish that I have fought on many dangerous platforms and heard in my mind the words of many metaphorical Dale Ardens without turning away from the danger. But I never get tired of hearing it, and yearn for more of it every day of my life.
When I was a child, I simply bought another movie ticket and watched the same movie over and over again. But as a man, I simply get out of bed and face the day with a smile on my face for the danger which awaits me. It’s a wonderful time to be alive!
For twenty years I have been puzzling out the reason for two things, why the first and largest city in America fell into abandonment by 1300 AD, and why to this very day thousands upon thousands of people drive by the ruins outside of St. Louis every day on a highway that passes by the third largest pyramid in the world by volume without paying any attention. I have the answer, and I write about that answer here at Overmanwarrior’s Wisdom. But my arrival to that answer took a long time so naturally the information here is extensive. It will take a while to read and watch all the material on this article, but its worth it to understand the complexity, and context of the claims. The result of my investigation was chronicled in a screenplay I wrote, which won a few awards but was not desired by Wilshire Blvd agents for the radical violence, heart pounding action sequences, and dire political revelations it contained. That screenplay was called The Lost Cannibals of Cahokia and was about two college anthropology students who are given a scholarship task of writing a thesis on the demise of the lost city of Cahokia—America’s first city, and was at one time larger than London which is to this day hidden in plain sight just a few miles east of downtown St. Louis.
The hero of my story was Cameron Loveless, a mixed martial arts fighter who was paying her way through college by cage fighting. Her rival was named Tina Lane, a young “progressive” beauty who decided to sleep her way to the top of the anthropology field instead of doing the hard work of digging. The story was based on my experiences at the time in college, my work with the Joseph Campbell Foundation—particularly my experiences in Washington D.C., and the many adventures I had been on in a particular region of the world with a good friend who sometimes shows up here as The Oracle. The point of the story was to explain my theory for why the ancient city evaporated from the earth as a region of immense political power to just a collection of abandoned earth mounds that developers wanted to build East St. Louis upon. The plot of the story would take Cameron Loveless and her friends to the deepest hells of earth, through dank caves flooded with cold rising water, dangerous insects, and many other perilous natural disasters as she puzzled out why the city of Cahokia had failed. But there was no danger that she or her friends encountered which would prepare her for the ultimate horror, the Lost Cannibals of Cahokia which were deformed descendents of the ancient city who needed to consume human flesh to abate their illness. At this point in the story, I took some creative liberty with the facts so to create a metaphorical analysis of the real evil which destroys our world then and today.
The story is a favorite of many who have read it, and it did bounce around Hollywood for a few years. The general opinion from the Hollywood community was the story needed to figure out what it was. Was the story a high adventure action story? Was it a horror story? Or was it a political drama? Ironically the number one problem that agents had with The Lost Cannibals of Cahokia was that Cameron Loveless was “too strong” of a character, and that she got along “too” well with her fiancé Shane. Several agents told me that I needed to re-write the story with an emphasis on one of those themes, and that Cameron needed to have more “conflict” with her relationship to Shane.
I couldn’t endure to do such a thing as make the story weaker to make it relatable to a general audience, so I shelved the story for some later time. My oldest daughter and my son-in-law love the story so much that they want me to turn the screenplay into a novelized version. After all it was my experiences with that screenplay that turned me to writing novels instead of movies as a passion. With a novel, there are no Brand Blvd parties to attend, and if people don’t like the book, they don’t buy it. Writing a novel is one of the most solitary things a person can do, which is why it is so appealing to me. Screenplays are much more collaborative, which I quickly lost interest in. But as to turning Cannibals of Cahokia into a novel, I had already passed my point of interest on that particular story. I wrote it in essence during my late 20’s and I have moved on. At the time it was freshly learned by me what ended the city of Cahokia that many scholars still debate. But where I succeeded and they failed, and still fail, are they ignore one key ingredient of what all societies that fizzle out have in common–a sense of “collective sacrifice.” A city like Cahokia during its growth phase embodied many of the attributes that would be considered “philosophic capitalism” at the time—an idea of growth, of individual profit, and a yearning to become better. The cycle usually takes 200 to 300 years, but eventually once the growth is done and the adventurers who establish such cities die off or move away, a parasitic political class is emerges in the wake, and these entities use religion to control the masses not with profitability, but a sense of sacrifice.
In Cahokia’s case, human sacrifice was as common as it was among the Aztec, Mayans, or any Mesopotamian culture. Once sacrifice becomes part of any community, the destiny of the society is in the hands of “the gods” and not the individuals who build pyramids, city walls, or perform warfare against their neighbors to gain new territory. While some of those activities might be destructive, they do involve thought—which is the lifeblood of any culture. But when a culture stops thinking, and starts sacrificing to the “Gods” they turn off their minds and return to the state of a typical primitive. Ayn Rand in her great little book Anthem described this process effectively, and it is the missing element in explaining why societies fail.
Modern scientists and political engineers wish to believe societies like Cahokia didn’t even exist, because it does not fit their version of what the American Indian was. When the lawyer and amateur historian Henry Brackenridge found the massive site of Cahokia in 1811 he tried to get his friend Thomas Jefferson to get the word out about the wonder he had discovered in the middle of the North American continent, a city that rivaled the Egyptian pyramids. But newspapers paid little attention to Jefferson’s wild ideas. After all, America was in the middle of the Indian Removal Act of 1830 and could not afford to think about the North American Indian being sophisticated and capable of building cities larger than any in Europe. Indians were to be considered savages. The result is to this very day, the evidence is right in front of millions, but nobody wishes to see it—because the evidence does not fit the anticipated reality.
In my story Cameron wanted to prove that Cahokia didn’t fail by lack of rain, or crop failure like many modern anthropologists suggest. Cahokia ended because its political structure collapsed on itself in the same way that modern-day Detroit is failing. The result of social sacrifice 100% of the time leads mankind back to the state of the primitive, not the sophisticate. Her rival Tina simply slept with her college professor, adopted the theory of those giving out the foundation grant she wanted, and played along like so many modern-day scientists who wish to have funding for their projects, surrendering their thinking to the politics of their institutions no matter what the facts indicate. Cameron wanted to prove otherwise, and did so with overwhelming evidence. To get a taste of my screenplay what follows are three scenes from it taken from ACT I, ACT II and ACT III. Scene changes are indicated below with terms such as “DISSOLVE TO:” and when characters are speaking, they are centered on the page and shown in all capital letters. It takes some getting used to, but is worth the effort. To make it even easier, I put all the character names in red so that the reader knows they can ignore that text as it is intended to be read by the actors only. All the action and crazy cannibal stuff is left out, featuring instead only the parts of the Cahokia story that are known to be true as they are relevant to the case at hand.
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The Lost Cannibals of Cahokia
By
Rich Hoffman
Draft 2
Current Revisions by
Rich Hoffman 4/15/2006
WGA #116135
CUT TO:
EXT. UNIVERSITY OF CINCINNATI – DAY
College students rush across the lawn to get to their classes under a splendid afternoon sun.
INT. ANTHROPOLOGY CLASSROOM – DAY
PROFESSOR TIPPIT is a tall, 55 year-old bald man dressed in a blazer that covers a t-shirt. He wears jeans and some dirty hiking boots. He’s poised confidently in front of a class of about thirty students pointing to drawings on the chalk board.
TIPPIT
Many of the 120 mounds at the
Cahokia site have been wiped out
by farming or modern construction.
On the sheet you have in front of
you, which I have drawn on the
chalk board, is a replica of the
site as we now know it.
We see all the students fumbling though their papers, looking for their diagram. Next to the window along the east wall we see Cameron sitting calmly in her chair studying her copy of the diagram, rubbing the fresh bruises on her face. She is clean and looks very well-groomed. Her hair is in a pony tail just like Jose who is sitting next to her looking pretty much the same as she did the last time we saw her.
TIPPIT (V.O.)
Only 92 mounds appear on this
diagram. The original shape of 47
of them are no longer
recognizable.
Tippit points to a group of object drawn on the chalk board.
TIPPIT
The remaining 45 fall into four
classes. Single platforms, double
platform, mounds marking the north-south,
east-west axis, and conical
mounds.
Josie nudges Cameron’s arm.
JOSIE
(whispering to
Cameron)
The “blond wonder” is checking you
out.
Cameron looks to her right on the far side of the room and notices TINA LANE gazing right at her. Tina is a woman about their age with dyed white/blond hair. She’s wearing black eye shadow and wears several earrings on her right ear. Her nose and lip are pierced. Her cloths sport the “grunge” look to a tee. Tina blows her a kiss.
TIPPIT (V.O.)
Now we need to address the issue
of Woodhenge.
Cameron and Josie give each other an anticipated look. Tippit points to a spot on the diagram to the west of the large square in the middle. Over the large square is labeled “Monks Mound.” the spot he points to is a circle. Above the circle he writes with ABRASIVE FRICTION, “Woodhenge.”
TIPPIT
Those of you that went on last
summer’s dig at Cahokia, know that
during the spring equinox you can
stand at this spot–
(pointing to a spot
in the middle of the
circle)
And witness the sun appear to rise
out of Monks Mound. This
astronomical observation device
was rebuilt several times over the
centuries and ended up over 400
feet wide, resembling an
elliptical shape. The Cahokians
used red ceder posts 15 to 20
inches in diameter and they stood
20 feet tall.
We can see that everyone in the class seems to be bored except for Cameron, Josie and Tina. One guy in front is asleep.
TIPPIT (V.O.)
I think it’s safe to say that the
current belief is that the
Cahokian leaders used this site to
prove they had mastery over the
sun to their people. They could
point to the horizon on a given
day and show which key post the
sun would rise on, and which one it would set.
The sleeping guy comes alive and rubs the drool from his mouth.
SLEEPING GUY
(sarcastic)
Wow.
A gentle RUMBLE OF LAUGHTER moves throughout the classroom.
TIPPIT
It’s really quite amazing. We
have a culture here in the
Mississippi valley dating 700 a.d.
To 1400 a.d. That is very similar
to early Mesopotamian culture of
3000 years earlier.
SLEEPING GUY
So what? I really don’t
understand why that’s important?
Every primitive culture seems to
recognize astronomical
observations.
TIPPIT
(laughs)
If you hadn’t been sleeping, you
may see the significance.
The class LAUGHS, this time louder. Tippit scores a point.
TIPPIT
(continuing)
Can anyone explain to our sleeping
friend here the significance of
this observation…keep in mind,
Mound 72.
(he turns and draws
more images on the
chalk board)
Those of you that didn’t go to
last summer’s extravaganza to the
sight wouldn’t know this, because
we haven’t covered it yet, but
when Mound 72 was excavated they
found an apparently important man
in his 40’s buried on a bed of
about 20,000 shell ornaments, and
about 800 unused arrows. With him
were buried four men, we think
they represent the four cardinal
directions of the compass. These
men were buried with their heads
and hands cut off indicating human
sacrifice.
The classroom gives a disgusted reaction to this news. The sudden shift in talk from numbers to human sacrifice has woken everyone up. Tippit senses this and runs with it. Cameron and Josie get a laugh out of the sudden shift in attention, a satire on the human condition.
TIPPIT
(continuing)
Also buried with this apparent
king was 53 women between the ages
of 15 to 25 years old. So imagine
this. You are living in Cahokia,
and your leader dies. You are
virgins—
The whole class BREAKS OUT LAUGHING at the impossibility that any girl in the classroom in that age group could possibly be a virgin. Cameron and Josie again laugh to themselves, it’s a private joke between them. Another satire on the human condition.
TIPPIT
(continuing; laughing)
You are virgins and you have been
summoned. You must escort your
king into the next life. So what
do you do?
A guy that looks like a mop sitting in the back of the room raises his hand.
MOP HEAD
Why would anybody willingly follow
some old dude into death? I still
don’t understand this whole mass
sacrifice stuff.
TIPPIT
As we’ve studied, it’s common in
all planting cultures. Human
sacrifice, whether cannibalism
mass graves or both, is a dominant
ritualistic practice.
MOP HEAD
We are European descendants, and
we didn’t do that kind of thing.
We planted sit and stuff just like
these people.
TIPPIT
Sure we do. Only our culture does
it symbolically. In the Roman
Catholic sacrificial mass, you
break bread symbolizing the body
of Christ, and drink wine, symbolizing the blood of Christ.
SLEEPING GUY
That’s not the same, man.
TIPPIT
Sure it is. The Roman Catholic
Church realized what these mass
grave cultures overlooked, that
religion requires subjects, and
the Catholics figured out that if
everyone died, nobody would be
left to go to their church and
give them money.
The class ERUPTS IN LAUGHTER.
TIPPIT
(continuing)
Back to the mass graves. In
Mesopotamia we have the Royal
Tombs of Ur, during 2500 to 2350
B.C. Here we have hundreds of
people going to death for their
kind and queen. They even buried
chariots, and horses, and courts
of musicians. So here in Cahokia
we have mass burials just the
same, right here in our own back
yard, just under a thousand years
ago. So again, imagine you’re a
young woman, the same age as most
of you now, and you look upon life
for the last time. You are
prepared with ornaments and then
strangled, most likely, ’till you
die. You do this so you can
accompany this great king, who
lived like a God atop Monks Mound.
Would anybody like to explain why
this is significant, and what can
we learn from this?
Cameron and Tina’s hands shoot up. Tippit isn’t surprised. He looks a little disappointed that the rest of the class is sitting on their hands.
TIPPIT
(continuing)
Funny, the only two students in
this class, the same two students
competing for the verbal
presentation on Cahokia’s demise.
By the way–
(looking from Tina to
Cameron)
After class I have information that will be useful to the two of
you in your research. So see me
after class.
(he looks at Tina)
All right, give us the
significance in the Woodhenge
construction for sleepy here.
(putting his hand on
the sleepy guy’s
shoulder)
TINA
Well, first, by showing that the
Cahokian leadership could predict
the movement of the sun, they
could prove to the citizens that
they were significant, and had a
special relationship with the
Gods.
TIPPIT
(looking at the rest
of the class, then
to Cameron)
Good. But why is that important?
CAMERON
It’s important to study the
primordial effects of dependency
upon the human psyche. By showing
their dominance, they justified
their existence and their desire
to abuse power at the hand of
their infantile ego systems. They
do this by using the public to
serve their needs, much like
modern-day politicians. They
created a sense of urgency and
then volunteered themselves to
fill that need.
Tina is looking angry as competitive aggression oozes from her eyes.
TINA
I’d like to add that by placing
the spring equinox at rising out
of the kings home, atop Monks
Mound, the people by default
identified the king as a heavenly
figure. This is why they
willingly subjected themselves to
the mass suicides.
Cameron and Josie look at each other shaking their heads at Tina’s need to outdo her.
SLEEPING GUY
This is all very interesting,
but we have cultures like this
already in Mexico. The Maya and
the Aztecs practiced the same type
of rituals.
CAMERON
(cutting in)
This is true, but Cahokia is
isolated from them. It seems to
have developed totally on its own.
The strongest argument made for
the rise of the Maya and later the
Aztecs is that they moved across
the Pacific from Mesopotamia, and
after a couple thousand years of
parallel settlement, established
themselves in Mexico. Most of
what we know of the Native
American Indian tribes of North
America would indicate diffusion
across the Bearing Straight,
coming from China, Siberia,
Alaska, Canada, then spreading out
into tribes into the rest of North
America. The Maya were on their
way out by 700 a.d. 200 years
before the slightest hint of
activity at Cahokia. The Aztecs
didn’t rise to power until early
1300 a.d. Cahokia is a mystery
totally self-contained, not
following the logic of its
neighbors.
The class stares open-mouthed at Cameron. Josie is laughing to herself as she stares out the window. It doesn’t matter if she’s in a boxing ring, or in a classroom debate, we see that Cameron Loveless will fight with everything she’s got. Tippit looks proud. But his proud look quickly dissolves as he turns around and writes “Spinden’s Correlation” on the chalk board. He turns around and smiles at Cameron. Cameron understands immediately and covers her face from mild embarrassment.
TIPPIT
You are forgetting Ms. Loveless,
that the Mayan dates when
translated to our own calender
gave us false dates. The common
practice is to use the Thomas-
Goodman correlation. When doing
so, add about 260 years. That being the case,
we can look at the fall of the Maya to be around 900
to 950 a.d.
The bell RINGS and the class jumps out of their seats wasting no time. Tina is smiling as she makes her way to the professor’s desk. Josie is already there, but Cameron is still sitting. After the last of the students leaves the room, Shane walks in looking secure. He is dressed in black swat team type pants and a t-shirt covered with cartoon characters. He makes eye contact with Cameron and that brings a smile from her. It’s a soft smile that we haven’t seen yet. She does the same for him. She gets up and meets Tippit at his desk where he is sitting down.
TIPPIT
(continuing)
Sorry Cameron, I was just keeping
you on your toes.
CAMERON
That’s ok. I ran right into that
one.
TINA
(staring at the
bruises on Cameron’s
face)
Looks like that’s not all you ran
into.
JOSIE
Why don’t you back off for a
change!
TIPPIT
Ladies! Ladies, let’s not fight
again. Chill out.
Shane steps up behind Cameron and puts his arms around her stomach giving her a gentle hug. Josie and Tina eye each other than give their attention to Tippit.
TIPPIT
(continuing)
Cameron. Tina. I have some bad
news, and some good news. I
waited ’till after class to tell
you because it really only affects
the two of you.
TINA
What is it?
TIPPIT
Well, remember Paul P. Jacobs from
last summer’s dig at Cahokia?
TINA/CAMERON
(together)
Yeah.
TIPPIT
Well, this may be tough. You two
are the only ones from this
University to take part in his
scholarship opportunity for post
graduate tuition.
CAMERON
Yeah, two years of paid tuition
for my masters. I’m depending on
it.
TINA
(to Cameron)
So am I. If I don’t get that
money I’m sunk.
TIPPIT
Well, this will make things harder
for you two girls than they
already are. I know you both need
that money, and only one can get
it. I wish I could change it, but
I can’t.
JOSIE
What about Jacobs?
TIPPIT
Well, you girls knew he’s been
missing since the fall.
CAMERON
I didn’t know that.
TINA
(to Cameron)
I did.
Cameron gives Tina a look of pathetic disgust.
TIPPIT
Yes, he’s been missing for about
six months. Well, he turned up
last week. At least part of him.
TINA
Part of him?
TIPPIT
A fisherman found his head in
a lake in Tennessee.
There is an uncomfortable silence among them.
TIPPIT
(continuing)
He was down there doing some
research for Cahokia.
JOSIE
(trying to lighten up
things)
Did his head still have skin on it?
Cameron pushes Josie in a playful attempt to silence her.
TINA
Why would he be doing work for
Cahokia down there?
TIPPIT
Before I answer that I have to
give you the rest of the news.
the Paul P. Jacobs foundation has
decided to have a funeral to give
closure to his family.
JOSIE
I hope it won’t be an open casket?
Shane can’t help but laugh, and Cameron fights back a smile.
Tina is horrified.
TIPPIT
I should think not. But I’m
afraid that something has happened
that will affect the scholarship
award.
Cameron and Tina’s faces drop to an expression of gloom.
TIPPIT
(continuing)
This weekend is the spring equinox
and the Foundation is gathering
there to pay tribute to his life’s
work at Cahokia. They’ve already
cremated his remain and they plan
to spread them over Monks Mound.
JOSIE
That’ll be a real small vase.
CAMERON
How’s this affect the scholarship?
TIPPIT
Next Friday, one week from today,
the Foundation is going to award
the scholarship to one of you.
TINA
But we haven’t turned in our
essays yet.
TIPPIT
They don’t want just an essay.
They are going to release some
unpublished work of Dr. Jacobs and
they are holding a special
ceremony to award the scholarship.
CAMERON
So what do we have to do?
TIPPIT
They are asking that you give a
verbal explanation on the demise
of Cahokia based on the incomplete
evidence of Dr. Jacobs’ latest
findings.
They will judge your presentation
and the winner will get all of
your post-graduate studies paid in
full for two years and your
presentation will be published in
the book their planning to release
in tribute to Paul.
CAMERON
(looking at her
friends, then at
Tina)
That’s not enough time.
(then leaning against
the desk, her fists
clinched)
I can’t afford to blow this.
TIPPIT
Don’t panic. You both know
Cahokia very well. Probably
better than the Foundation people.
Just do your best.
(beat)
I do have some information that
Dr. Jacobs E-mail me right before
he disappeared. I could forward
it to the two of you if you wish.
You may find it useful.
CAMERON
Why? What’s in it?
TIPPIT
Well, Paul was studying possible
trade routes from North Carolina.
You know, mica origins. He
stopped by a little store in some
tiny little town on the border of
Kentucky and Tennessee, close to
where he was found. Anyway, he
bought some jewelry.
JOSIE
Jewelry? So what?
TIPPIT
Sea shells…sea shell jewelry
mixed with mica figures dangling
from the shells. Very elaborate.
TINA
For once I agree with Josie. So
what?
TIPPIT
They are very similar to the kind
of ornamentation found in Mound
72. He believed they were
connected in some way.
TINA
In the middle of Tennessee!
TIPPIT
Like I said. He was looking for
trade routes, and he thought he
found one. These ornament were
far too elaborate, and primitive
to be made by the locals. At
least that’s what he thought. He
never was able to get a carbon-14
on them. Maybe if one of you
could get an age on those
ornaments, and put them at around
the time of Cahokia’s height of
power and influence, it could help
prove something, or make a
connection to your theories.
TINA
My theory can’t be proven like
that.
TIPPIT
Well the information is there if
you want it. I’ll E-mail it to you both. Also, I’ll be going to
St. Louis this weekend to meet the
foundation members. They want to
spread the ashes tomorrow, so
you’re both welcome to come along
and meet them. It might give you
some idea as to what they’re
looking for.
(beat)
I know this is short notice, but
you’ll both have to make the best
of it. I know you were going to
have all summer to put together a
theory, but this is the way things
work. Make it work to your
advantage.
TINA
(looking pale)
If you don’t mind, I’d like to go
with you Professor. I’m not about
to waste valuable time hunting
down sea shells.
Cameron looks up at Shane who stares back nervously.
JOSIE
(agitated)
Surely there’s some way to delay
this.
TIPPIT
I’m caught between a rock and a
hard place here. Both of you need
the money. Both of you expect to
win. All I can do is tell you the
rules. I’m not the one holding
the money. All I can say is there
are two possible options here.
You two can meet the people who
will judge you. You can get to
know hem, learn what they like. or
you can see if Paul was onto
anything new in this Tennessee
place.
(picking up his books)
But I have to go right now. I’m
late for an appointment. I’ll Email
the Dr. Jacobs message to
both of you as soon as I get home.
I’ll be leaving for St. Louis
around 3 P.M. If either of you
want to go, meet me here around
2:30 with whatever you’re taking
along.
Professor Tippit leaves in a rush. The atmosphere is tense.
CAMERON
Damn.
TINA
Please tell my you’re not planning
on going with me.
CAMERON
I’ll go where you don’t.
(getting closer to
Tina’s face)
I’d rather work than kiss ass.
TINA
Good. Then I won’t have to
compete for attention.
JOSIE
No, you can just take off your
clothes and dance for them, like
you do everyone else.
TINA
(to Josie then to
Cameron)
You guys are just in denial.
You’re mad because he money has
come easy for me, and you have to
struggle.
(beat)
Look at you. You actually think
your way is better.
CAMERON
I sleep better.
TINA
You haven’t been over to see me
sleep lately, now have you.
SHANE
No, but everyone else has.
Tina gives Shane a piercing gaze but quickly retreats when
she realizes it doesn’t affect him.
TINA
(storming out of the
room)
Good luck. You’ll need it.
(from out in the hall)
I’ll be sure to guarantee my luck.
SHANE
(looking at Cameron)
I just had to throw that in.
JOSIE
Man, is she a slut. You know what
she’s going to do don’t you?
CAMERON
(chews on her cut lip)
I’m not going to mingle with a
bunch of fruitcakes. That’s her
way. She bullshits. I dig.
that’s what anthropologists are
supposed to do.
Shane rubs the side of Cameron’s face. She yields to it. The tough talker suddenly melts like butter. She falls into his strong arms.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. JEEP – NIGHT
It is dark outside the confines of the jeep. The only light is a soft glow given off by the laptop. Cameron’s face is excited, lit with a blue hue from the screen.
SHANE
So what’s our objective? I know
you have to prove how Cahokia fell
from power but how are we going to
do that?
CAMERON
Well, the theory I’ve been working
on deals with competition from
other settlements along with
Mississippi as being the primary
cause of Cahokia’s fall between
1200 a.d. And 1300 a.d.
(shaking her head)
Tina believes that a small global
cooling trend around 1250 caused
the fall by damaging the growing
season.
SHANE
Is there any validity to her
theory?
JOSIE
Sure there is. But Cameron’s idea
is far more practical.
SHANE
(to Josie)
Are you just saying that because
she’s your friend?
JOSIE
No, see even if the crops failed
around that time, we had buffalo
migrating across the Mississippi
in this same century. So that
should have made up for the poor
farming results.
CAMERON
Tina only clings to that theory
because Tippit suggested it last
summer. Mr. Jacobs on the other
handmade much more sense.
JOSIE
She’s got a crush on Tippit.
CAMERON
She’s got a crush on anything that
moves. That’s why she’s so
disgusting. She’s like water.
She’ll take on the shape of
whatever you put her in. That’s
how she gets her way.
SHANE
Is there anything in those notes
about where we’re headed?
CAMERON
Well, Dr. Jacobs says that he went
to a little gas station just south
of the Tennessee border and found
elaborated Cahokian style
ornaments on sale at a tourist
trap bait shop.
SHANE
Tennessee has a long border.
South of what. Give me a
reference point.
CAMERON
Looks like Monticello, Kentucky.
That’s the only major town he
mentions.
JOSIE
Are we going to stop and eat
someplace? I’m starving. I
haven’t eaten since this morning.
CAMERON
Monticello is probably the last
reliable place to eat, so we’ll
stop there. Everything south of
that at that time of night will
probably be closed. It’s the
Bible belt.
Josie opens a map.
JOSIE
You’re right. There’s like
nothing south of Monticello.
Definitely hick land.
SHANE
So what’s the back-up plan if this
turns out to be a dud.
CAMERON
We don’t have one. All I can say
is that this better work. I was
planning on working on this all
summer. Now we’re supposed to
come up with something out of the
blue. I need that money.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. CONFERENCE ROOM – DAY
Six days later, it’s the same hotel the Foundation had been staying at for the funeral ceremony. They are all seated at a long banquet table situated in front of a single podium. They sit there like judges, determining the fate of the speaker at the podium. Tippit and Tina are sitting off to the side along the partition wall. Tina looks happy as she holds Tippet’s hand. Shane and Josie are sitting at the opposite wall, watching Tippit and Tina, shaking their heads. A sad example of the effects kissing ass can have on a lonely man’s heart. Alone, confident, and poised for greatness, Cameron gives her presentation at the podium. Behind her are drawings, pictures taken from the video tape they made, and enlarged copies of the pictographs she and Josie had discovered. Hanging on the front of the podium was a picture of Birdman lying on the bed of shells. With all the visual aids and the revelation of new discoveries about Cahokia’s demise, Cameron is a sure win for the scholarship.
But Tina seems too confident. The scene begins where the explanation left off at the cave. Cameron has already told the story we already heard in the burial chamber.
CAMERON(professional)
…and so we can say with
certainty, with all the given
evidence that I have provided,
that our friend here, Birdman, a
dissident of Cahokia’s rigid
political system, went south and
encouraged other settlements to
rebel against this great trade
center. We know this because he
traveled Cahokia’s trade routes
where he eventually settled into
this underground chamber to leave
his story behind…to us. And
than God he did.
The members don’t look impressed. Cameron notices this and gives an uneasy glance at her friends, then to Tina. Tina just closes her eyes smiling. Her look says “got ya.”
CAMERON
(continuing)
I think Dr. Jacobs would be happy
to know that his search and his
sacrifice in the name of
anthropology led to a great
discovery that will change what we
know of the fate of Cahokia.
Cameron expects an applause of some kind. What she gets is the cold shoulder, big time.
LARRY
(mechanical)
Thank you…miss…us…Loveless.
Nice job.
Cameron, Shane and Josie all have the same perplexed look.
CAMERON
“Nice job?”
MARY
Yes, very interesting theories.
Yet I’m not totally convinced.
I’m inclined to believe in my
husband’s earlier work. It’s a
little more proven. It still seems
more probable that a climate
change affected the farming.
Cameron’s mouth is hanging open. After all she went though, it comes to this. Shane is shaking his head in disgust. Josie jumps to her feet.
JOSIE
When Tina spoke, she had no visual aids and
a five-minute speech.
Are you trying to say that all the evidence Cameron has given
you has failed to make you question that original theory?
LARRY
Young lady. I don’t mean to sound
rude but…but this doesn’t
concern you.
Josie’s nostrils flair. Shane has to grab her before she takes off after the man. Cameron looks defeated, then perks up. She’s never been a quitter and she’s not about to start now.
CAMERON
With all due respect…sir…but
you’d have to understand what we
went through to bring you this
information. I don’t mean to
sound like a poor sport or
anything like that but…
TODD
But what? You expect us to
believe in these wild theories?
CAMERON
(shocked)
Wild theories?
(very animated)
You know, we not only uncovered a
completely unknown burial chamber
out in the middle of nowhere, and
found writing as reliable as the
Rosetta Stone telling us what
happened at Cahokia…which is
what this whole scholarship was
supposed to be about…but we also
found evidence of cannibalism
still practiced in the area as a
result of this Birdman, from tis
period, the Morrehead Phase…the
fall of Cahokia, between 1200 to
1250 a.d.
JOHNATHAN
So you expect us to believe that
cannibalism is still practiced.
Why?
CAMERON
As I’ve told you, as indicated by
the drawings and witnessed by me
and my friends, there are terrible deformities
among the people surrounding this burial chamber.
MARY
You’re saying that my husband was
a victim of this cannibalism?
CAMERON
These people have ceremonies every
fall and spring. Because of their
deformities they haven’t migrated
away from the area, and still
practice the same rituals as was
practiced in Cahokia.
LARRY
(laughing)
And they cut off people’s heads in
the fall and eat them in the
spring?
CAMERON
(determined)
Yes. Frazer in his book “The
Golden Bough” deals with this kind
of behavior by explaining “the
savage commonly believes that by
eating the flesh of an animal or
a man that he acquires not only
the physical, but even the moral
and intellectual qualities of that
life form.”
LARRY
So they killed Dr. Jacobs so they
could gain intelligence?
CAMERON
No! They wanted his body, to keep
the deformities from getting
worse. They cast away the head
hoping it would spring forth and
grow into new life.
The Foundation members all give each other impossible glances. Even Tina and Tippit participate. Tina feels her grip on the Foundation weakening.
TINA
Why this isolated little place in
the middle of nowhere?
CAMERON
(motioning to Josie
but addressing Tina)
This wasn’t. Cannibalism was
practiced in the area up to 1600 a.d.
The Foundation members are really rocked now. This is all new to them. Josie hands Cameron a picture. It’s a color photo of a circular object pale white in color. It’s a painted man, it looks like an archeological relic from mexico in design. In his right hand is a severed head. Cameron holds up the picture so everyone can see.
CAMERON
(continuing)
This is an engraved shell gorget.
this was uncovered from a mound at
Catlian Springs, in Sumner County,
Tennessee. It dates back to
around 1200 to 1600 a.d. The sand
Prairie Period.
LYNE
I didn’t know that.
CAMERON
That’s the point. There are a lot
of things we don’t know. we get
so wrapped up in trivial things.
(to Tina)
Like copying off a great man’s
work word for word because we are
not think for ourselves.
(to the Foundation)
We can get stuck by saying that
Cahokia, as a great city, failed
because of some crop damage. But
as the evidence suggests, that
would be the easy way out.
LARRY
So what’s this picture prove in
relation to your argument?
CAMERON
(amazed at Larry’s
ignorance)
Isn’t it obvious? In the next
period of the Mississippian
cultures, after Cahokia, we have
ceremonies similar to the city’s,
even off the main Mississippi
river way. This relic was
uncovered only fifty or so miles
west of this cave burial. This
goes along with Birdman’s cave
painting. He was a principal
advocate in leading other
Mississippi river cultures into
creating their own independent
societies, cutting out Cahokia,
weakening the ruler. It’s a
political upheaval.
There is confusion and tension among the Foundation members. Cameron reads it and addresses it like she does everything, directly.
CAMERON
(continuing)
You know…it doesn’t take a
genius to figure out what’s going
on here.
(pointing to Tina)
You’ve made buddies with her, and
you have made a conscious, or
subconscious decision to award her
the scholarship.
MARY
We haven’t made our decision final.
CAMERON
(holding up her hand)
It’s ok. I’ve worried about this
damn thing nearly all this school
year. I thought that by doing an
exceptional job, I’d surely get
it. But I’ve learned some real
lessons on this expedition…all
of these cities we’ve studied in
my four years of college have
something in common. They’re not
around any more. Most cities only
have a couple hundred years of
history…why?
She has everyone’s complete attention.
CAMERON
(continuing)
To me…this is why we study the
past…so that we can learn where
they failed and how we can
succeed. But there isn’t any
hope. Even in something as small
as us in this little room, in this
little hotel, we have political
upheavals and dysfunction.
LARRY
Miss!
CAMERON
(stern)
Let me finish! I bring you
overwhelming evidence of a great
number of key issues that not only
personally affect your supposed
goals, but also the issues that
greatly affect anthropology in
North America…and what do you
say? You attack me…hoping I’m
wrong so you can award your stupid
little scholarship to your new
friend.
Tina and Tippit look distressed.
CAMERON
(continuing)
I understand how the world works,
maybe all too well. I know deals
are made over important issues
that greatly affect our lives
every day over cups of coffee, and
a trip to an NBA basketball game.
And if you don’t participate in
those social activities, you’re
cast out. That’s how it works,
and I accept that.
The room is silent.
CAMERON
(continuing)
Just remember something. Remember
that if you give her this
scholarship based on how much you
like her, and not on the merit of
the work, you are participating in
an evil system that is tearing
apart the very world we live in.
If you want any evidence in that,
have a look at our political
system. Try to tell me we aren’t
falling right into our ancestor’s
foot steps.
(looking angry)
Go visit the White House, or
Capital Hill, and tell me they
aren’t different from this mound
at Cahokia…constructed to
impress, but serves nothing else
as a social function. Constructed
to manipulate a gullible public.
A tear rolls down Mary’s cheek. She is reminded of all the reasons she and her husband got involved in anthropology to begin with. How did she stray away from the path? How had they become so lost in a wilderness of lies and false smiles It takes a lecture from a young, idealistic woman…someone they’d all like to be, and were at one time…to remind them.
CAMERON
(continuing)
Just look where all the societies
that came before us ended up.
Then ask yourself if you want to
continue in their social
practices.
Cameron stands like a God above them on the podium and stares without fear. Then she turns around and RIPS down all her drawings and pictures. She KICKS over the podium. It falls with a HOLLOW THUD.
CAMERON
(continuing)
I’m outta here.
Shane puts his arm around her and leads her toward the back of the room. Josie gives the Foundation a death look as she passes them. Tippit looks distressed. He abruptly stands up.
TIPPIT
Cameron…wait!
Cameron stops at the back of the room by the door. It’s obvious that she’s been heartbroken and still clings to the hope that something positive will happen.
TIPPIT
(continuing; to Mary)
I think what’s happened here is
we’ve created a competition that
has brought out the worst result.
(to Tina)
It’s obvious that Cameron did
superior work on this project. I
think I have a solution where we
all benefit.
Cameron is interested, but totally confused.
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I was not satisfied that Cahokia’s demise was the standard until my wife and I visited the ancient Mayan city of Chichen Itza on the Yucatan Peninsula. We had visited the Cahokia site before and I wanted to compare the ancient city with one of the closest neighbors to the south, the Chichen complex with its iconic stone pyramids all built with astrological recognition, just like at Cahokia.
See clips from that trip here:
At Chichen Itza human sacrifice was the norm and the site was magnificent as it had been abandoned by 1204 AD from a once thriving metropolis, rivaling any city anywhere in the world. Obviously, there was trading going on between Chichen Itza and the Mississippi Culture of North America that was quite sophisticated. Both societies rose and fell around the same time within 100 years of one another. In Cahokia the people there worshiped “Bird Man” and in Chichen Itza they worshiped Kukulkan the featherd serpent – otherwise, another “birdman.” Chichen Itza rose to power just as its large neighbor to the north Teotihaucan fell from grace. Teotihuacan (pronounced /ˈtɛɔˌtiwɑˈkɑn/),[1] also written Teotihuacán, was a pre-Columbian Mesoamerican city located in the Basin of Mexico, 30 miles (48 km) northeast of modern-day Mexico City, which is today known as the site of many of the most architecturally significant Mesoamerican pyramids built in the pre-ColumbianAmericas. Apart from the pyramids, Teotihuacan is also anthropologically significant for its complex, multi-family residential compounds, the Avenue of the Dead, and the small portion of its vibrant murals that have been exceptionally well-preserved. Additionally, Teotihuacan produced a thin orange pottery style that spread through Mesoamerica.[2]
The city is thought to have been established around 100 BC and continued to be built until about 250 AD.[3] The city may have lasted until sometime between the 7th and 8th centuries AD. At its zenith, perhaps in the first half of the 1st millennium AD, Teotihuacan was the largest city in the pre-Columbian Americas, with a population of perhaps 125,000 or more,[3][4] placing it among the largest cities of the world in this period.[5] Teotihuacan began as a new religious center in the Mexican Highland around the first century AD. This city came to be the largest and most populated center in the New World. Teotihuacan was even home to multi-floor apartment compounds built to accommodate this large population.[3] The civilization and cultural complex associated with the site is also referred to as Teotihuacan or Teotihuacano. Oh, and guess what, the consensus among scholars is that the primary deity of Teotihuacan was the Great Goddess of Teotihuacan.[30] Politics were based on the state religion; and the religious leaders were the political leaders.[31]
Teotihuacanos practiced human sacrifice: human bodies and animal sacrifices have been found during excavations of the pyramids at Teotihuacan. Scholars believe that the people offered human sacrifices as part of a dedication when buildings were expanded or constructed. The victims were probably enemy warriors captured in battle and brought to the city for ritual sacrifice to ensure the city could prosper.[32] Some men were decapitated, some had their hearts removed, others were killed by being hit several times over the head, and some were buried alive. Animals that were considered sacred and represented mythical powers and military were also buried alive, imprisoned in cages: cougars, a wolf, eagles, a falcon, an owl, and even venomous snakes.[33]
After our visit to Chichen Itza my wife and I had a very elegant dinner that night but I didn’t taste a morsel of food. From our seat the Caribbean Sea was brilliantly captured by nighttime broken clouds outlined by a full moon. My wife was wearing a very elegant dress that blew about carelessly in the constant breeze, yet I ate the food without tasting any of it as my mind was thousands of miles away on Cahokia. I told my wife after our visit to Chichen Itza that my theories about the demise of Cahokia were 100% correct and society did not have the courage to look itself in the eye and admit the truth—that sacrifice is the key to all social decline. The sense of giving things up is the sign that soon, mankind will resort back to spears and grass skirts as opposed to elegant food, silk dresses, perfumed bodies and the gusts of wind from the Caribbean Sea carrying the aroma a well-prepared food across open air elegant restaurants.
Without question when Cahokia, Chichen Itza and Teotihaucan were being built, the people had a sense of purpose. There was need for innovation, creativity, and much thought. But once the cities were built, the second-handlers came into play, the politicians, the religious leaders and the bureaucrats took over and attempted to claim the good work of the creators with mystic dedication and sacrifice to Gods only they could see, for devices only they could understand. Thus, the receipt for disaster is present whenever sacrifice is utilized in any society as the highest attribute. Social decline is a foregone conclusion.
Many times over the years out of need for money I considered making Cannibals of Cahokia into strictly a “horror” script. I thought about dumbing it down so the bar-hopping socialites in Santa Monica could get their minds around the story and accept it. I thought of doing all the things they suggested, but ultimately shelved it instead. By changing the story, I would be surrendering to the kind of evil that destroys society. I would be yielding to the kind of villains that Cameron was fighting at the end of The Lost Cannibals of Cahokia—and I couldn’t do it.
When I talk about the failure of education in modern society, or the villainy of communism, socialism, and all degrees of statism, it is not out of modern propaganda, but in a knowledge of history that has resulted from personal experience that took two decades to learn. I essentially made Cameron Loveless a female version of myself, and I couldn’t betray her for the same reasons I can’t betray myself.
I read in the January 2011 edition of National Geographic where writer Glenn Hodges provided a discouraged report of his trip to Cahokia by stating, “I’m standing at the center of what was once the greatest civilization between the deserts of Mexico and the North American Arctic — America’s first city and arguably American Indians’ finest achievement — and I just can’t get past the four lane gash that cuts through this historic site. Instead of imagining the thousands of people who once teemed on the grand plaza here, I keep returning to the fact that Cahokia Mounds in Illinois is one of only eight cultural World Heritage sites in the United States, and it’s got a billboard for Joe’s Carpet King smack in the middle of it.” Hodges is essentially dealing with a pain that I dealt with at the start of writing The Lost Cannibals of Cahokia.
I thought that by writing the screenplay and having it made into a movie, that I could bring awareness to Cahokia, and help Americans learn an important part of their heritage that had long been forgotten — and even ignored. But soon I realized that the ending of my screenplay reflected too accurately the reality of modern politics, which is persistent in virtually every human endeavor. And that reality wants to ignore Cahokia, not remember it. After all, there is nothing like a giant 100 foot pyramid sitting next to one of the busiest highway systems in world to tell everyone that it’s there. Yet people do not see it — they don’t want to see it — because they are inclined to make the same mistakes as the Cahokians did with a dedicated life to sacrifice instead of thinking creativity. Therefore, America as it stands now is in the declining epoch of its cycle, approaching 300 years of life, and failing because its philosophy of self-reliance and freedom has abated to the soothsaying mystics of Europe and their persistent desire to rule the world through regulations, paper, and legislation they control to the Gods only they wish to see. This is why when Europeans first came to America they saw the American Indian not in a state of peace with nature, but in a degraded state of primitive re-invention. This is also why Europe was cast into the Dark Ages after Rome fell to the barbarian hoards. The cycle repeats over and over and over again, because human beings never learn, and have no desire to even look at the evidence that is so obvious. The reason is that the information is inconvenient, and requires courage in thought, the kind of courage that made Cameron Loveless such a heroic character who lives in an age when she is hated for her goodness, and ability to see what is really there.
“Woolwich Attack’ Man Killed in Terror-Attack London / Wednesday 22 May 2013”
In a statement, London’s Metropolitan police commander Simon Letchford said that police have shot two men who had attacked the victim in Woolwich’s John Wilson Street. The Telegraph reports that local MP Nick Raynsford said that he believed the victim was a soldier returning to his barracks, while several witnesses described the attack as a “beheading.” According to Bloomberg, two men are in police custody. The Guardian reports that British Prime Minister David Cameron called the incident “truly shocking.” Cameron asked Britain’s home secretary to chair a meeting of Cobra, the government’s emergency committee. Like lost children authorities and citizens have attempted to come to grips with the violent nature of the attack by a radical Muslim extremist on the quiet streets of London. Yet nobody has an explanation as to how a killer could be so enraged one moment killing another human being, then with hands still dripping with the blood of the victim, give a speech in dedication to Allah to a nearby cameraman.
The two things—murder and a vocal, articulate summation of the crime in broad daylight with bold audacity are elements not commonly associated together, leaving spectators baffled as to how to prevent such treacherous behavior in the future. Yet the evidence is clear, the killer wanted to be known for the crime. He remained in hiding, through plain sight for as long as he deemed necessary, then attacked at will which is the most jarring aspect of the terrorist attack. The behavior provides no measure for authorities to prevent such murders in the future as the patterned behavior falls outside the realm of acceptability. The killer obviously did not care that his life was effectively over when he gave the speech. He knew that police would be on the scene in just a few short minutes, and he was completely unconcerned about the crowd that had gathered around him. He spoke in a level-headed and thoughtful rendition of his view of reality to the camera freezing the world with his calmness.
To understand how this might have happened let’s examine the situation hypothetically so to perhaps understand how we might discover such a plot concealed behind good intentions that is obvious to many, but existing because of social paralysis. Let’s assume that the same type of terrorist as the London killer had decided to take a different path of Muslim extremism, one much slower, but over time much more effective than killing a British soldier in broad daylight on a London street. Let’s assume such a thing so that we might prevent being caught in America unguarded the way the Boston bombers were able to pull off their crime against humanity yet again.
Let’s just theorize dear reader that a young Muslim student from Jakarta thought in the same way as that killer from the London beheading, that dedicating their life to Allah was the ultimate redemption in life, and the more audacious the act, the more joy that Allah’s grace would earn them. Let’s consider that this young Muslim student had “daddy” issues and lacked a strong male role model in their life and turned to religion as a stabilizing force. Let’s assume that in their Jakarta public school system they learned to hate American colonialism and had fantasized bringing meaning to their life by bringing down the imperial beast and crushing the infidels not with a knife and dagger, but with bankruptcy and moral depravity. Let’s also assume that this young student had a communist mentor who helped shape his world view, and helped him get a student visa to American schools, and explained to the young lad that he could bring America down like the Trojan Horse of legend—from the inside. The communist mentor might explain that the young student could do the work of Allah be earning the trust of the infidels until they were unaware of the terrorism, until it was too late.
In college the young student learned about law, and made friends with terrorists connected to The Weather Underground. Together they learned how to subvert American politics in broad daylight by acting in ways that were contrary to accepted thought. The young student learned to smile and deceive to hide his true long term intentions which the terrorists explained to him was the best way to serve Allah. The great American beast could be slow bled from such terrorism and the best way to achieve it would be for the student to work his way into politics. But for the student to get elected he would have to pretend to be a Christian so to earn voter’s trust and not worry about the real objective of destroying American infidels in Allah’s honor, hypothetically speaking of course.
Once in office, the levers of power were available, and the work of Allah could be performed by stripping away the values of infidels starting with their families, their finances, and their culture. It was discovered quickly that such a task was easy and that other Trojan Horses in government were doing exactly as he was doing, sent to Washington D.C. by the same type of people from the same college professors all across the country. Washington D.C. was like a mini Jakarta school yard, with many patriots serving Allah for spiritual purity. The ruse was easy, all one had to do was pretend to be a Christian so to direct public eyes elsewhere, and if anyone asked any questions, the accusation of racism would quell any further investigation.
From the inside the young student from Jakarta found that many of his fellow patriots wanted him to penetrate The White House so they could really get to the heart of America and dismantle it from behind enemy lines. So the student ran for president and won, largely by appealing to other minorities, unproductive lazy sociopaths easily seduced by communism, and election fraud. Now the young student could spend the wealth of the infidels audaciously right under their noses taking lavish vacations, and running up a national debt that that would allow the collapse of the dollar to foreign interests who helped put him into The White House with their contributions. They got what they wanted, the destruction of America and he got what he wanted, destruction of imperialist America as a nation of Christian infidels. And if anyone criticized his movements, the call of “racism” would shield him from prying eyes.
He would endure scandal, after scandal, after scandal. The lies didn’t bother him because the oath of office was done against a Christian Bible and Allah had no use for such work of the infidels. The true objective initiated on the playgrounds of Jakarta was being fulfilled, America was seeing its last days and his people from the homeland would see him as a hero. Better yet, Allah would shine upon him. America was being decapitated not with a knife, but through its banking system.
Of course this is all………………”hypothetical.” But wouldn’t it be possible for such a scheme to play out in the same manner that the London terrorist remained in hiding disguising his extremism behind a thin mask of social acceptability, of failing to name a villainy by its true name for fear of being out of favor with political correctness, invented among academics for the purpose of such subversion? If the goal of the murder was to make a religious and political point, sacrificing himself to the altar of Allah, why wouldn’t a devious schemer lacking proper family influences ration that much worse could be achieved if such extremist acts could be done from the inside out over a long period of time so that nobody would see the daily details instead of a quick and impatient severing of the head to send a bold message to the western world that nobody is safe anywhere from the might of Allah.
On a separate note, but somewhat related, why is it that President Obama fails to identify that all the recent terrorist activity throughout the world, on the heels of the London murder and Boston bombings are acts of radical Muslims?
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm………………………………………………
And on another completely unrelated note……………..why did Obama dedicate the once juggernaut of American technology, NASA, to the study of Muslim self esteem, shutting down the Space Shuttle program and cancelling the replacement vehicle?
