Too often there is very little to talk about but what we don’t like—and when you’re picky, or expect competency when dealing with people, all too often what we get is disappointment. Every day for over 6 years now I have put on a leather flight jacket from US Wings. I ride motorcycles all year, and there are maybe a handful of days over that span of time that I don’t have to go somewhere. And when I do travel it is usually by motorcycle. So my leather jacket has to be tough, withstand all the elements and be extremely functional. Even on the hottest days of summer a leather jacket is needed—the mornings are often cool, too cool for naked skin and large bugs pelt you in the torso area while riding. The leather is an offering of armor and is essential riding equipment. Even during a motorcycle ride from Key West to the Everglades 50 miles west of Miami where the real temperature was 107 degrees the early dawn sun was pleasant to the naked skin, but once the day hit 10 AM, it was punishing. The jacket was needed just to stay hydrated and prevent the skin from burning under the sun. Then from Miami to Orlando, afternoon thunderstorms are common, it may be intensely sunny and 15 minutes later a thunderstorm is upon you dropping rain the size of a small fist as hundreds begin hitting you by the minute. Without the leather the pain would be intense, probably unbearable. So because I ride a motorcycle every day of the year I wear a leather jacket every day as well. I have an additional problem, I often meet people where my leather jacket has to go along with a suit and tie. It would be disrespectful to the people I see to show up in a biker jacket with studs looking like I’m going to Sturgis—so I need my leather jacket to look as good as the cloth underneath it. So with all that in mind I have only found one company in the entire world that made a jacket fitting for me and that is U.S. Wings outside of Cleveland, Ohio founded by Sgt. David D. Hack, the Purple Heart recipient and Nation’s #1 US Army recruiter from 69 to 73. He’s been Chief of Police in Sebring, Ohio, and in his spare time founded U.S. Wings in 1986 to the present. His company knows how to make cloths that fit my very intense lifestyle. So you can imagine dear reader how disappointed I was when I went to zip up my well-worn flight jacket a few weeks ago and the teeth were so worn out from use that they no longer gripped each other.
I contacted U.S. Wings to price a new zipper and liner and they responded quickly. The zipper replacement was $60 and the liner replacement was $90, plus shipping the jacket to the New Jersey plant where most of the construction takes place. It was still winter where the nights are often in the mid 20s so I had to be able to zip up the jacket—it simply couldn’t wait. But after careful consideration, even though the stitching all over the jacket was still very much intact it was decided that it was time to retire that jacket and buy a new one. A new jacket from U.S. Wings costs about the same as a good firearm but considering my use, a new one was better than fixing the old one so I placed an order for one of their Signature Series flight jackets with nearly the exact specs.
The order was placed and a few days later the jacket arrived on my doorstep ready for battle. I literally took it out of the box, tried it on for fitting and left the house on my motorcycle. When you meet with people they can tell instantly whether the jacket is a cheap rip-off from some shopping mall vender selling “club” clothing or some piece of crap made for the herds at various coat suppliers destined to be sold in the future at a flea market. It doesn’t matter so much if the jacket is stained from sweet, rain, bugs, or heat streaked, they can tell if it is of quality and if it’s not it won’t look right with a suit and a $500 dollar watch. But U.S. Wing jackets are just fine for this kind of thing and suit both necessities perfectly. The jackets are of a quality where their value never comes into question.
When I bought the first jacket six years ago Hack’s company sent with it some bonus items free of charge—a book about Hack’s life which was actually quite good and a free Moko Man hat which I wear often. As this new jacket arrived I expected him to send something extra, but wasn’t all that shocked when only the jacket was inside. The economy had been hard for everyone, so I figured that U.S. Wings had given up on those kinds of perks to save money. Two days after the arrival of the jacket it was a Saturday and one of my nephews was at my house playing Star Wars: X Wing with myself and one of my son-in-laws as we noticed the mail man driving up our driveway. He dropped off a package and neither my wife nor I expected to receive anything. We took the usual protocols when examining something unusual which arrives at our home, but my concerns quickly alleviated once I saw the U.S. Wings logo on the box.
U.S. Wings had sent a special delivery of free items, a DVD music video titled “The Ballad of Sergeant Hack” by Erica Lane and a special single song CD by the same musical artist called “Believe in America.” Inside also was a special bag designed to protect expensive garments while traveling, such as U.S. Wing jackets and tailored suits. It was a cost that U.S. Wings did not have to incur, they could have just sent the jacket, but as usual they went above and beyond.
The song, “The Ballad of Sergeant Hack” can be heard on the first video on this article along with other videos which give an ideal who David Hack is, and why he is one of those unique people whose personality inevitably comes out in his company U.S. Wings. Hack is a guy who personally wrote President Johnson complaining that he wanted to go to Ranger school. He volunteered for Vietnam during a time when many people were dodging the draft and was a recruiter on the active front designated to reenlist soldiers who were set to rotate out of the combat zones. Needless to say, Sergeant Hack is the real deal and that personality certainly comes out in the clothing line of U.S. Wings.
Hack’s patriotism is genuine. He’s obviously not happy with the direction of the country currently—and his sentiments are much older than the Tea Party. He’s not a “come lately” to the ideal of patriotism and is truly one of the unique people of American culture. I purchase my leather jackets from U.S. Wings because there simply are not better jackets made by any other manufacturer in the world when it comes to military clothing and rugged apparel. I would not trust my jackets to be made by a roving communist from the East or a socialist from Europe or a conquered soul in Russia. U.S. Wing jackets are purely American and made for American lifestyles, and they are the only kind of jacket that I’ll wear.
As is often the case, the company U.S. Wings is the embodiment of its creator, Sergeant Hack and the quality he has directly infused into a great American company. In a day where most things are imports from other countries done cheaply out of necessity, U.S. Wings jackets have an emblem inside all their garments which actually sends a chill up my spine every time I see it—which is every day because I put those jackets on every day. U.S. Wings is a company that I trust because I trust Sergeant Hack and know that he puts a lot of extra effort into the reputation of his company. Most companies that make coats, shoes, boots, or even farm equipment have fallen from grace because the personalities of their creators, the Chief Executive Officers who utilize capitalism to bring joy to the world lose touch with their initial passions. When it comes to U.S. Wings, even after many years of existence, over a long-span of time, their quality and effort are matched by their past performance and it is one of the rare honors that I have had to open a package from them and see what’s inside. Often it is the little things that matter, and when it comes to U.S. Wings a lot of little things add up to greatness, from the quality of their stitching to the measurements of their segments—to the quality of the actual leather. And even when they don’t have to—because the product speaks for itself, David Hack wants his customers to know more about him, so that they know what they are getting is the real deal that won’t falter when they need it most. And when it comes to leather jackets there aren’t any better made.
And now that you’ve read all this, watch all the videos completely and know that what you are seeing is a deep tap-root into American exceptionalism and be damn proud of it.
Let me deal with two birds here with one stone, the sad story recently at Lakota where a student was thrown in jail for bringing a gun to school and the really stupid idea of putting a roundabout at the corner of Maud Hughes Road and Millikin. I explained yesterday my thoughts about the student with the gun and alluded to a school shooting which I had been involved in and promised to tell a story I had from personal experience. I will do that now, and tie it in to what motorists can expect to witness as they travel through the South East portion of the upcoming roundabout. Many years ago during my junior year at Lakota a car load of boys came to a stop at that exact spot in a car riddled with bullets. The driver of that car died of a gunshot wound to the head, and I was on the other end of the tragedy and will explain the why and how in relation to the current situation. The media turned the issue into a circus, I was considered to be a dangerous gang leader and modern real life version of the West Side Story. Ballistics experts had conspiracy theories about how such an expert shot could have been made, and a manhunt ensued with a door to door search across the entire region. And of course there was supernatural assistance which confirms to me the very existence of otherworldly entities which many would call God. So brace yourself for a hair rising tale and an all too true story of honor, death, and supernatural activity as we jump into the most tragic story known surrounding the hauntings of Screaming Bridge.
But first I have to talk about roundabouts. They are very European and a real pain in the ass. I hate them because they impose too many restrictions on driving. They are fine for the saggy assed Europeans and their unshaved arm pits, their bad breath, and their political socialism because those idiots don’t have anywhere they really need to be since most of them get a month of government paid vacation each year. They are never in a hurry to get anywhere. Here in America, where we are productive and driving along a stretch of road like Millikin enjoying the countryside at about 50 to 60 mph, we don’t want to slow down to 20 mph to deal with a dumb roundabout where some indecisive soccer mom chick imported from New England is blocking our right of way. So since the Trustees of Liberty Township want to adopt all these Agenda 21 oriented “development designs” and won’t listen to reason, then they can drive right through the ghostly apparitions of at least one of the ghosts that hang out in and around Screaming Bridge which is just a few yards south of that location. Out of all the urban legends centering around Screaming Bridge, I know at least one of the tragic stories is true–because I was there.
Read more about Screaming Bridge and the upcoming roundabout at these links:
It was early January at the current Lakota West Freshman building and three guys were picking on some girls who were sitting near me. I’ve told stories before of my experience at Lakota. I had a group of kids who sat with me at lunch who were considered social misfits and were extremely rebellious. I had a reputation for being extremely daring and one of the lunch time games had been to throw food at the Lakota administrators who stood guard around the parameter of the cafeteria during every lunch period. I would often wail large chunks of food at them right in front of everyone witnessing. Most of the time I was very obvious about throwing food at them daring the administrators to do something. Of course their inaction prompted me to do it more, and more audaciously. So I had a reputation to manage when these three boys who had a history for being tough guys started picking on a girl sitting next to me. The boys were very tall for their age and were known to fight often. One of them picked up the coat of one of the girls and tossed it on the floor so he could sit in that particular seat to impress another girl who was within that group of young ladies. The girl who had her coat thrown to the ground protested. One of the boys proceeded to call her very grotesque names. I looked to the Lakota administrator who I had been tossing mashed potatoes at and he showed no signs of doing anything about it, so I injected myself on behalf of the girl. I told the kid to pick up the coat. The boy gave me a smart assed answer as he picked it up and put it back which evolved into a small war between my group and his group for the next week where we had a food fight which escalated over the ensuing weeks. Of course when food fighting lost its effectiveness we turned to games of strength, where I ended up punching a cafeteria plate shattering it into hundreds of pieces. The plates were those old hard plastic types which were extremely hard. When I punched the plate, the center broke away showering my friends and the targets of my aggression with debris. But the rim of the plate stayed intact and badly cut up my fist requiring plastic surgery to fix.
There wasn’t anywhere to go from there but into an actual fight off-site away from Lakota. When the boys saw how far I’d take things they got a little scared. It was their suggestion to fight and none of them wanted to fight me one on one, so they proposed that I fight three of their guys all at the same time at Screaming Bridge on Maud Hughes Road. I accepted once my hand healed up in about 6 weeks and could again make a fist–because I had on a splint which prevented my hand from closing.
At the end of February 1985 Nightmare on Elm Street was playing at the Showcase Cinemas in Springdale and I made arrangements with the guys I was fighting to finally meet at the Screaming Bridge at 10:30 PM. Over the weeks leading up to the event, things cooled down between my group and their group. They were obviously nervous about what to expect out of me. They knew the stories, but were confident that three of them would be enough to emerge successfully from the fight. But they had in mind precautions which were leaked to me by one of the boy’s girlfriends who had a crush on me at the time. She told me that her boyfriend had plans to bring weapons to the fight and were going to set up booby traps on the hillside which was very steep leading from Maud Hughes Road down to the railroad tracks below. Supposedly ghosts screamed at night from there and satanic rituals routinely were conducted to car stereos blaring Ozzie Osborn music. She begged me not to go, but of course I had to. She warned me that they planned to push me down the hill into the booby traps which would be seriously harmful; some of them were jagged toothed bear traps that could take off a leg. Other traps would include spikes angled to penetrate right through a body falling down the hill killing them. The traps would be constructed based on a Vietnam War guerilla warfare manual.
I made plans of my own. My friends all wanted to go to the fight to watch me combat the three guys. It was the talk of the school for that whole Friday. The next day on a Saturday it was agreed that we’d all meet Showcase Cinema and watch Nightmare on Elm Street then head to the fight afterwards. It sounded like a fun night, go see a scary movie, go have a fight at a scary bridge full of haunted folklore, and have a good bit of fun doing it. My plan was to take care of business then enjoy the evening with some girls that we’d pick up at the movie. We’d go in two cars, I’d have my entourage in my car and some of my other friends would arrive by pickup truck meeting me at the fight. On my side there were about ten spectators, five in my car, and five who would come by truck.
Little did I know but the previous weekend I had been visiting another set of young ladies at a nearby neighborhood and a friend of mine in a bizarre act of spontaneity ran next door to a neighbor’s house and attacked a semi truck that was parked there. The big truck had a grill guard that my friend stabbed several times with a knife simulating what effect it would have on a human body. I managed to calm him down after a while. He was trying to impress the girls we were with, and to a large extent, it worked. But when we left the girls house, the owner of the truck had been watching through his window and took down my license plate number when he saw my friend who had done the vandalizing get into my car. Screaming Bridge was only a about a mile and a half from this location and I thought often though-out the evening about the fight that would take place there the following week.
A week later while at the movie, I found some girls to meet up with after the fight, it was a group of five girls, one for each of the occupants of my car. In the trunk of my car were weapons I had brought just in case things got out of hand at the fight later. I of course had my bullwhip, but there were various clubs, knives, a medieval ball and chain along with a number of other melee weapons also there. I was very specific to both groups, the group who would drive with me, and my friends arriving in the truck later, not to bring any guns. If things went bad, we didn’t want to the temptation to pull any triggers. The goal was just to hurt the kids, not to kill them. The goal was to teach them a lesson, and that was all.
After the movie I made arrangements to meet up with the girls after the fight. They didn’t want to go to Screaming Bridge after watching Nightmare on Elmstreet, so agreed to meet us at a local Perkins around midnight once I took care of business. My friends were pumped up to watch a good fight and I was getting revved up now that the fight was about 30 minutes away. We headed out to my car ready for war yelling at the top of our lungs the way boys do when they are getting themselves worked up for a difficult task. But to my surprise, my entire family was waiting in my car for the movie to end and for me to return. They knew I was going to the movies, and apparently the police were looking for me. So my parents and siblings came where they knew I’d be. They had opened the trunk to my car and saw my whip and all the other weapons in there and they wanted to know what was going on.
I tried to explain that the weapons were nothing, but there was a more pressing issue at hand. The truck driver who had his grill guard vandalized by my friend was demanding at that exact hour to see me and get a formal apology from my dad. The guy could have reported this incident to the police any time during the previous week, but he chose that exact hour—strangely. Of course none of the adults knew of the fight I had to be at when 10:30 PM hit. The timing couldn’t have been worse. It could have, and should have occurred earlier in the day, but for whatever reason, the police and the truck owner wanted to talk to me at exactly that specific time.
I was very upset for reasons my parents had no clue of. My mom took my friend’s home while my dad drove me and the friend who had done the vandalism to the house of the truck driver to try to convince him not to press charges. We were driving down Princeton Road and past the intersection of Maud Hughes at exactly 10:26, four minutes from the time that I was supposed to be at the fight. I could see the truck lights of my friends going up the road at exactly the time I told them to be there. It was odd again that out of all times of the day, it was right at that exact moment.
We arrived at the truck driver’s house for a meeting arranged by the police. My friend apologized to the guy, and we spoke for a bit. The guy was reasonable and understood what it was like to be a young person. We had a nice talk. Off in the distance we heard what sounded like fireworks going off. I was very upset about being late to the fight and was very worried that my reputation would be reflected poorly in missing the event. As we sat there I was scheming for a way to get away and sneak over to the fight because the disgrace in missing it would be too much come Monday morning. While my dad and the truck driver finished their discussion my friend and I were standing out in the driveway by the car and we heard sirens ringing all over the countryside. We anticipated that a major wreck had occurred somewhere to the North, and it sounded serious because there were a lot of police cars.
The rest of my evening was trying to explain to my parents what had been going on with the vandalism issue, and trying to explain the weapons in my trunk. The next morning I was glum, I had missed the fight which I’d never hear the end of, and I missed meeting the girls I met at the movie theater. It had been a bad night. I had to work during that following Sunday, so I left quietly and wondered why there were strange cars parked off the side of the road close to my driveway with government plates. There were several, and since I lived in the country, this was a very strange sight.
The boys I was supposed to fight had been found in a car at the corner of Maud Hughes and Millikin all shot up. The driver had been killed with an expert sniper shot that came across the field and struck him in the side of the head passing in front of the other two passengers who were both in the front seat. And my name was all over the police radio. I had to work the day shift at the Emperor’s Wok Chinese restaurant on Chester Road that morning for the church crowd and the owner called me into his office where he kept a police radio on. My name was all over the reports as the prime suspect in the murder of a Lakota student. The trouble for the police—they were with me at the time of the shooting—so it couldn’t have been me. God works in mysterious ways. Suddenly missing the fight and the meeting with the girls was not so important, and a new level of concern moved through me. My friends who were meeting me at the fight were now missing. A manhunt ensued.
Their side of the story is well documented by court records, and it was really a tragedy for everyone involved. My friends had arrived at the fight and found that I was not there. The boys I was set to fight were already at Screaming Bridge and told my friends that they had killed me, and pushed me down the hill. This panicked my friends and one of them had brought a rifle, even though I said not to. He shot at the boys as they got in their car to flee the scene. My friends chased them down pelting them with gunfire. My friends thought they were defending me. They didn’t know that the police had already picked me up for another incident. They thought I was at the bottom of the hill in a bloody heap at the hellish Screaming Bridge where the mood of the area was not conducive to logic. The boys I was supposed to fight should have never poured gasoline on that fire, but that was a hard lesson for everyone involved.
As my friends chased down the car of the fleeing antagonists the guy who brought the rifle kept firing riddling the car with gunfire. As the car turned north on Millikin Road a chance shot flew through the passenger side window and in front of the faces of two of the three boys. The bullet hit the driver in the exact spot that a professional sniper would have aimed for which led to the rumors of a professional hit which I had supposedly organized. The reality wasn’t quite so dramatic. My friends didn’t want to kill the kid; they just wanted to scare him in revenge for being scared themselves. The police confirmed in court that they found the traps that the girl had told me that they’d have there, and inside the trunk of the car they found lots of malicious weapons that they planned to use on me during the fight. So the prosecution didn’t have much to go on against my friends, there was intent to harm on both sides, and it was every bit as dangerous of a situation as everyone felt it was. If I had made it to the fight there is a good chance I would have been the one that caused the loss of life, and more people would have been likely harmed, so the situation came out as well as it could have.
Of course everyone felt bad for the kid who lost his life. We hated each other, but not that much. Later in a fight that one of the other kids I was supposed to fight that night found himself in at a Friday Night Lakota football game, he was ganged up on by several other kids and I came to his defense, the same way I had come to the defense of the girl the year earlier. Sure he blamed me for the death of his friend, but I still helped him when he was in trouble—because it was the right thing to do. He suffered enough and was never the same after the loss of his friend which of course nobody wanted to see happen. But a lot of people grew up a whole lot that night, and the community had to come to terms with the kind of violence that can sometimes take place between students who don’t see eye to eye on things. The Lakota administrators were completely powerless to do anything about the matter, just as they are powerless now. They can attempt to legislate away temptations of such violence, but what they end up with is watered down brainless drones in the process. The cost of people’s ambition and will to live are not worth sacrificing just so that tragedies like the one described are avoided. It is obvious to me the hand of God in whatever form one wishes to apply, was at play, because of the strange coincidences that really defy reasonable logic. I don’t believe in tampering with such hands. Fate has to play out the way we carry out our decisions with one another in order to have authentic results.
The recent Lakota student thrown in jail the way he was violated him in many ways. Likely he was in a similar situation as I often found myself in, and he was either the provoker, or the victim, but he was doing what he was doing to act in accordance with his nature. Lakota imposed on that process by stepping in to prevent it so to adhere to a value judgment of society which is afraid of such raw emotion, and is going to great lengths to micromanage thought so to prevent such episodes of violence. They will even go to the extreme of numbing people’s minds so that everyone stays compliant. They don’t care if they ruin people’s thoughts so long as they don’t kill each other on Saturday nights. The value to the institution is the life of everyone even if the result of that life is a numbed down version of their full potential. The big difference with me is that I never allowed myself to become compliant, or brain-dead. I have never sought destroying my mind with intoxicants, so my approach to these kinds of problems are often raw. The result was that I met these boys in the Lakota cafeteria with the full potential of my nature and I had a lot of people willing to follow me into the bowls of Hell—as I still do—because of it. This ability can be used for good or evil. I use it for good as I define good, and that definition does not come from institutional parameters, but from my own life understanding forged by such experiences.
A Lakota student died that night meeting me for a fight that brewed for most of the 1985 winter. I don’t mean anything against his name when I say that there wasn’t anything about that night that I’d take back. A lot of people suffered, it was tragic, but it was authentic and part of a bunch of intersecting lives fighting for their definition of good. For me, defending good was in honoring the right of the girl in the cafeteria not to have her coat thrown on the ground. Was that worth the death of a young boy, or the voluminous amounts of money spent in legal fees—in my world it was. Because right is right, and it is through conflict that we discover merit when the tapestries of society seem inclined to hide it from us. Because of that night and the obvious work from God’s hand in protecting me just enough to let me see the events play out, a tremendous wisdom was given to me which I use to this very day. I was intimately close to the situation without being pulled so far in that I would be lost to legal nightmares forever. I have taken the lessons of that night and done countless good with the lessons. I consider the situation very valuable. I could have done like everyone else and said nothing when the boys bullied the young girl. If I had nobody likely would have died, my hand wouldn’t have been reconstructed by plastic surgery, my friends wouldn’t have been tarnished for life, the lives of the people I was set to fight wouldn’t have been haunted for the rest of their lives and the terrible pain their families have felt all along in the loss could have been avoided. At that time I had just been elected Vice President of the Dan Beard Council because of my work in the Boy Scouts of America’s Explore Post activities for all of Cincinnati. Once my name was associated with the death of a Lakota student, they banned me from further activity which was a terrible cost to me, because I enjoyed that activity. But it was still worth telling the kid to pick up the girl’s jacket and respect her—because he did forever after—at least for the next couple of months. But others had been watching, and knew that disrespecting young ladies, at least while I was around, was not acceptable and I would not put up with it.
Lakota administrators weren’t there protecting the rights of the girl. They were too cowardly to keep me from throwing mashed potatoes at them staining their suits with my lunch on a daily basis. They weren’t then, and are even less now in any kind of position to take a moral stand on anything because the goal of all such activity at places like Lakota are to save lives—not to help create value for those lives. The government institution believes that lives are valuable until of course we are talking about abortion, or the molestation of children, or the sex trade, then they are powerless to offer an opinion because all they care about is that they can manipulate public support for their endeavors, and they can only do that so long as they pack up their mindless students onto a bus and ship them back to their parents at the end of the day brain drained and ill prepared for the future. But at least those kids are alive—by the technical definition. Their heart is pushing blood through their bodies. They do not value life as I do focusing on brain activity being more important than the blood that pours through it. I see every day the corpses of a thousand souls standing in line at the grocery, or showing their friends the latest rare stone quarried out of the blood mines of Africa. Sure their bodies live, but their minds are dead and places like Lakota kill them. Sure they will damn my name for playing a part in the death of a Lakota student, and that event will always trail behind me like many other stories have over time, but I can promise that I have seen lives benefit greatly from their own authenticity, something that I have always pushed to experience. Sometimes you find yourself on the wrong side of the law, or on what’s right such as in the case of the guy who had the semi truck damaged by my friend showing off for some girls. But when I spoke to the guy, he wanted what was right, and when he met me face to face and saw my sincerity, he found we had more in common than not.
The fight at Screaming Bridge in Liberty Township, Ohio at the end of February in 1985 was about two groups of people fighting for their interpretation of what’s right and wrong. The school did not offer the answers to the manhood questions we were asking. So we had to find those answers ourselves. I chose the path of being a daring rebel against authority. The boys I was fighting chose to be a bully, and my friends wanted to experience fearlessness through my actions, so they tagged along closely, and sometimes did things I would never think to do, like vandalize a truck not so much to impress a bunch of girls, but me—to show me how bold they were. The gunshots where probably done for the same reason once primordial motives are ascertained beyond conventional explanation.
The reason we picked Screaming Bridge as the place to fight was because it was thought to be haunted and where else would such a confrontation take place. Young boys want to know that they can go into the mouth of our darkest fears and face the demons there. So while we were fighting each other, we were testing ourselves at the same time, which was the real cause of the fight. I had fought more than one person at the same time on several occasions, but I wanted to do it against guys that were bigger than I was, probably meaner, and I wanted to do it at a place known for demonic practice where even the demons of Hell would be fighting against me. With all those emotions present and the added fear of the place in general, it proved to be too much for the people who came to watch me fight that night without me there to calm their minds with action. But all said, if the hand of God had not interfered so obviously, the death toll would have been far greater, and the impact to the community, much more devastating. God doesn’t come down out of the clouds to sit on our shoulder providing a defined entity that we can often see and touch. But I will never forget the timing of driving by Maud Hughes Road and seeing the tail lights of my friends going to the fight toward a destiny that would turn out to be tragic, while in the company of the police who wanted my head nailed to a platter for an entirely different reason, and would otherwise want to throw me in jail in seconds once the shooting took place. It is in such murky stories like this entry into Screaming Bridge and the folklore of Liberty Township that it is obvious to me that God defends the good even when the ways are not easily defined by the misery present by destruction and mayhem.
When the stupid roundabout is built on Millikin Road cars traveling through the South East portion of that circle will pass through the spot where the bullet riddled car came to a stop. It is the resting place of the guy I was supposed to fight that night which ended straying off the road by a freakish bullet strike. For years I have driven past that intersection and wondered if his ghost was there mixing with the other area hauntings. One would hope that such spirits could move on and not be stuck in a tyrannical limbo, but you never know, especially under the circumstances. I always knew that the car had stopped off the side of the road and not in the path of Millikin Road traffic. Now, with the new roundabout, the road will carry vehicles right through the resting place of that terrible incident. Since history is often forgotten by the next generation and politicians who have no problems building homes on top of tombstones and old Indian graves—and in Liberty Township, this has happened a lot—the mysteries of ghostly apparitions and minor hauntings are something to be concerned about. Now, because of the new roundabout, we won’t be able to speed through that intersection any longer, but will have to slow down and pass right through the spot where the occurrence transpired. So it will surely add one more layer to the deep mysteries and sometimes haunted past of Liberty Township, Ohio, and the occasional terrible things that happen even when the intentions are good and we all find ourselves actors on a stage play of God’s drama.
If I speak to 100 people on any given day, 85 of them carry a loaded gun—most of them concealed. Those 85 people range in personalities from six figure executives to back yard mechanics who are more than willing to lift up their own pickup truck by hand while changing a tire to avoid the complication of going into the garage to get a jack. Guns are a fact of life in American culture and are the primary reason no country in their right mind would dare invade our homes because it would prove a tactical nightmare. Most of those 85 never draw those guns on another human being and will spend their entire lives never shooting anybody. They have the guns just in case—and for especially young boys; guns are a right of manhood. When a person carries a gun they are proudly stating that they are not betting their life on government controlled security like the TSA, the police, the manipulative CIA, the comb-over heavy FBI, the politically driven military or any other louse who yearns to dominate other human beings with government backed authority. That is why it was so disgusting that Lakota schools made such a huge deal over Deangelo Jones who had a loaded 9 mm in his backpack inside a friend’s car and was arrested and thrown in jail because of it.
By the way, all the videos shown here took place in the Lakota district over the last year, this even under very stringent security of police and Lakota officials during a levy attempt, when it matters most to them. Government workers are not a substitute for personal security.
What a wonderful school…………full of great values and educational aptitude. Take note of this for future reference.
I have some experience with school shootings which I’ll share in a few days specifically because of this case—and Lakota’s extreme overreaction to it. I was in one when I was a kid—at Lakota—so I have some authority on the subject from which to speak. Sometimes young men have issues with other young men that need to be settled, and the school imposes itself on that process when they infringe on the private rights of people, especially going through their back packs based on the word of some tattle tale who told school officials that there was a gun on the Lakota property. Lakota West Principal Elgil Card talked boldly after the arrest of Jones saying, “Appropriate disciplinary action will be taken based on the Lakota Student Code of Conduct. It is not permissible to bring any weapon onto school property even if secured in a private vehicle.” Smart…………..now you know dear reader why so many schools are attacked by lunatic gunman—because everyone knows that they unarmed places and the people there are vulnerable and too heavily dependent on complacent government workers to protect them. If you are a bad guy, or a deranged student looking for some sort of revenge, a school becomes a prime target because of the stupid comments of naive people like Principal Card.
You know what else is in the Lakota Student Code of Conduct, drug possession, and if the same vigor had been applied as the one who went through Deangelo Jones’ backpack, it is highly likely that marijuana busts on a grand scale would far eclipse this gun story—but in public schools these days, drugs are cool, sexual molestation of the students by the teachers is shrugged off, but if someone brings a gun to school—it is plastered all over the news and the freedom of a young 18 year old kid are violated ruthlessly. This Lakota story was even covered in Toledo, Ohio as school administrators beat on their chest as if to justify their awesome security methods—and ability to protect students from a potential crazed gunman on the heels of their latest tax increase. Lakota exploited the kid—Jones, for the benefit of the institution and trampled all over his rights as an American citizen—and are damn proud of it.
Meanwhile the panicky levy supporters in and around Lakota are holding their little ones a bit closer thanking Lakota officials for protecting their children from the dangerous Deangelo Jones. They are proud that they raised taxes on property owners all in the name of safety so that a do-gooder could get Jones in trouble for carrying a gun on school property. These same people have given a free pass to teachers who were caught sexually seducing students, or other teachers who are very permissive to drug use.
I would argue that drugs are far more dangerous than guns, because drugs destroy the ability to think, where guns are simply designed to tear open the flesh of another person. Without a mind, there isn’t much of a life for anybody—a mind is far more important than the flesh—because without a mind, a person really doesn’t have anything but blood which pumps through a living carcass. The amount of drugs in the Lakota West parking lot on a daily basis is likely to cause a whole lot more damage to other people and the future economy of our nation than a tiff that Deangelo Jones felt he might have had with another student—or his desire to show his friends that he was a man—and could now carry a gun at 18-years-old. Where are the tattle tales over the drugs in backpacks of the Lakota West parking lot even to this very day, and where is the will to do anything about it? There isn’t one.
Lakota made a big deal about the gun brought onto school property by a student because their social position fits the nationally driven progressive agenda against personal firearms—which was delivered to America from a United Nations intent to see the entire planet stripped of personal protection. The public education stance against personal firearms fits that progressive message—so they feel entitled to infringe upon the Second Amendment rights of Jones and anybody else operating outside of progressive politics. Jones is an 18-year-old man, not some kid any longer—in spite of what some corpulent politicians decided was best in Columbus, Ohio. The Lakota position against firearms is not about safety and logic—it is more about reassuring the line of dialogue that guns are “bad” and should be feared. Lakota, and the media, used Deangelo Jones to instill fear into the public by making them even more terrified of firearms in the same way that student athletes are used to solicit more tax revenue from property owners under Friday night lights on cold October evenings. The goal is community manipulation toward a direction that the progressive institutions desire—and Lakota is a very progressive institution.
The students at Lakota who witnessed this whole Deangelo Jones situation will grow up and accept that the school has authority over individuals who carry guns. They will accept the molestation of the TSA without concern, or when the police break down their door someday during a suspicious tip from a neighbor—all in the name of protecting the “state,” they will obediently submit to authority. If the students at Lakota learned anything from the Deangelo Jones case it was that guns are to be feared, that the state has authority over the individual, and that even close friends will rat out suspicious behavior to do-gooder authority figures. Those lessons will carry over into adulthood when those same students will someday vote, and they will think of Deangelo Jones and vote against concealed carry laws, and personal protection not controlled by local law enforcement. When that time comes, the 85 people I know who are law bidding citizens and are the makers and shakers of the local economy will become outlaws who will have their property confiscated by the state and held against their will in jail with a $10,000 bail. And that is the real intent behind the press releases, and the ecstatic dream of every progressive institution in America, especially those in public education. Those same schools will applaud a woman’s right to kill a baby, or a college student to intoxicate themselves on weekend nights destroying the genetic code of their own physiology with THC marijuana smoke and non-thinking commitment to “getting high.” But if a person declares they have a right to the Second Amendment……..watch out………the howls of fear will emit from the mouths of the school levy supporters and weak-minded government advocates—because the real goal is not the one they advocate, but the ones left unspoken and from a foreign land—who secretly yearns to possess all that we have—and can never until Americans yield their love of guns to the benefactors of authority—which they control through political strings and financial contributions. That strategy is being implemented by do-gooders laced with too much cellulite around the midsection, and people who are too lazy to change their own motor oil, let alone a tire. And when they see gun, they wet their pants, because they have been taught to fear such things by progressive institutions like the one at Lakota—a parasite on virtually everything that has value.
As to all the news stories shown above, how can Lakota keep all those stories contained so that the public thinks they are getting a lot of value for their tax dollars……………well, they spend a lot more tax money on public relations to keep their image good so that all the sad little things like murder plots, vandalism, sexting, and mass shooting threats stay off of people’s minds. But for students who know the reality, carrying a gun isn’t a bad idea. Smart people do carry, because they don’t trust other people to their own security. Obviously, Lakota isn’t up to the challenge of providing security, as the evidence presents.
So what is going on in the videos below where the new Tea Party majority school board at West Clermont is running up against the heavily entrenched education union establishment? If you watch the videos provided you will see what appears to be three Tea Party oriented school board members being exposed openly for their lack of internal understanding by the two entrenched pro labor union supporters. The primary issue of contention is the desire of the three to change district attorneys who are protested by the two and a majority of the radicalized audience. What is most telling is the insistence by the two pro union school board members to mire down the management process into a collective unity where minor decisions are discussed by the group at large. This of course is how it is supposed to be, but these types for decades have used such red tape to advance government expanding agendas by wearing down their opposition arguing over little things when the big things get lost in the details. The argument over preserving the current legal counsel who is in tuned to “education” interest as opposed to a new attorney firm that is rooted in business and commerce tells the entire story. The education attorney obviously represents the union interests to the appeasement of the collective mob. The business oriented law firm obviously leans in the direction of management—which is the school board. That single issue articulates the entire debate and makes the two pro union supporters on the school board obvious violators of the public tax revenue. Watch the videos for yourself.
Obviously there are fellow school reformers in that district which I am affiliated with and I inquired about this with them for clarification—which they provided. There is a large organized effort to defame, demonize and dethrone the three conservative board members now in majority there. This started before they even were sworn in literally once the election results were finalized, by the prior board and school administrator’s that may have broken the same Sunshine Law they claim current board members have in that video. This is the way it always is with these government employees, they cite the law when they want something and ignore it when it works against them.
The woman on the far right of the screen doing most of the talking is Tammy Brinkman. Jim Lewis who is one of the Tea Party school board members should take “action” against her as she went around the school district slandering Jim’s name indicating that he was convicted of domestic violence, when in fact it was not true. She said so much to many people on election day, even right next to a lawyer for the county who by reaction should provide testimony. Jim should take that action otherwise that Brinkman lady will continue to be corrosive to the process of reform.
The man next to her is even stranger. His name is Steve Waldmann, and he is a member of Jim Lewis’ church and is a supposed friend of his. He was promoted by Jim, and endorsed by the PAC run through local conservatives to elect conservative candidates. What occurred next, however, was a political Benedict Arnold move. The guy showed up at a gathering to plan their coming agenda and told the three conservatives that he hates the Tea Party, and indicated that he wanted to be president of the board. He verbally abused all these people. At that point, he formed an alliance with Ms. Brinkman. It was also known that he was good friends with the former superintendent, Gary Brooks, but Jim didn’t think (and regrettably still doesn’t think) Steve would break ranks. If Jim wants to be smart, he’ll not trust this guy any longer as he has revealed his cards in the video. The betrayal is obvious against the three school board members who spent most of the meeting speechless and floored—but they should expect this. These education people are crazy—deeply entrenched and are using the same old tricks that they always have to drive up their labor costs, their ridiculous vacation schedules, and maniacal work hours. The only way to deal with them is to crush them spiritually, and by process—otherwise they will seek to crush the conservative school board members the other way. There won’t be any hand holding with these pro-government school people. They won’t compromise, yield, or be reasonable—so the only move against them is to crush them. Jim and the gang have to possess the heart to do so—otherwise more meetings will occur just like the one seen above.
Thirdly, there is a person who came in dead last in the election that is involved in all this as well. His name is David Schaeff, an IRS employee with young kids not yet in school. He is allegedly furious at the election results and is working in tandem with these people, and the group West Clermont United–more or less levy supporters who are more rabid than usual because of their sudden loss of control. He wants to embarrass the new school board members as much as he was embarrassed on Election Day. He appears to be out for revenge.
Lastly, the three people in the majority are not strong people. They are common everyday people and are in fact the type of people who should be school board members. They represent the interests of their school district and are far from polished professionals. They are unprepared, and outmatched in this fight. These people are nice and mean well, but ill-suited for the job. There is little focus and not one of them has the ability to speak with authority on any matter. They deserve some of the criticism, but this stuff would not occur if they were better organized. So they need to get organized and polish themselves a bit into more sharpened edges, because things will only get worse and they need the resolve to do what they need to do. They have the majority, and the high ground, so they need to use it with confidence. The fact that they are not polished is a strength of theirs, and they need to use it to bring in people to the process who are otherwise too intimidated by people like Brinkman to participate. Their naïveté is an asset, and they need to utilize it in direct contrast to the entrenched union machine and all their cronies.
The site Plunderbund (left-wing union site) has put a target lock on West Clermont. This Sunshine law alleged violation is being put forth via those 2 board members, and David Schaeff. Schaeff looks to have filed a FOIA request for district documents and communication related to the matter. Regardless they will allege what they can and will for the foreseeable future until one of the three, or all of them punch the pro-government school people square in the nose metaphorically. The two losers are upset that they aren’t in control and really wanted to be Pres./Vice-Pres. It really does come down to power and what gets lost in all of this is any effort to care for the “children.” It’s all about the teachers, administrators and their control of the education funding for their own interests and nobody else.
So there is a lot more going on than meets the eye—of course. But the summery is that the Tea Party oriented school board members need to prepare themselves better for a fight and not just assume that their majority will give them the ability to solve problems. The other two school board members have openly advocated that they intend to mire the board down in processing regulation and inaction so to embarrass the three and regain the majority protecting the union solidarity of West Clermont. So my advice to them would be to stop playing so nice and treat them accordingly. And show up for the meetings ready for the kind of nonsense they saw in the start of 2014, because it will only get worse unless the challenge is met head on. There is a reason that the Plunderbund site has a fist as their symbol. That isn’t for hand shaking—it’s for fighting—and is the only way to beat those people. If they don’t get their way, they intend violence legally or illegally—so provoke them into making the first move so that the media can finally see what they are all about.
Of course now that there has been an election where Lakota schools by the narrowest of margins won the ability to steal money from property owners in the form of a higher taxation, the impact is manifesting and it is time to analyze the situation. Now that we are all into the 2014 year, those taxpayers are paying the higher rate all in the name of the “children.” Thousands and thousands of dollars were spent by Lakota to diffuse the argument that I had been making—that the employees at Lakota expected too much money which was the direct cause of the tax increase—but the media, and the pro tax addicts with their East Coast mentality of tax and spend economics cried foul and pandered to the sentiments of a parade of feminist despots writhing with guilt over their life decisions primarily constituting in putting career over family. Since most in the professional world could relate and needed to feel good about their own situations—particularly news anchors on the main networks, and the radio people who live in fear of their spouses anti-sexual sentiment desired with their very heart and souls to believe the charade that Lakota was promoting. Well, the facts are the facts, and I am about to present them to you.
Below is a ten-year trend compiled by the Ohio Department of Education and the Ohio Department of Taxation—along with other sources. These trend charts show how teacher salary grew compared to resident incomes who pay the taxes over the period of 2000 to 2010, when No Lakota Levy put aside some of our personal problems with each other and joined to fight Lakota’s out-of-control spending. This information has been presented previously in different forms, but not quite so concisely now that hindsight is 20/20. These charts show a devastating application of greedy Lakota employees pillaging the community for which they are employed. The salary increases at Lakota are just erroneous—and are quite clear by the evidence below.
Everyone behind the scenes knew this information—yet pro tax supporters purposely lied to the tax payers to conceal it. Lakota lied to the tax payers. The public relations professionals employed by Lakota lied to the tax payers. The media lied to the tax payers, and the politicians lied to the tax payers. They all lied because they attempted to connect out-dated arguments about real estate value, and the importance of centralized education to America’s youth to their innate—and unchecked desire to stuff their pockets with money they are clearly not worth. I said it back then and I’ll say it again–$62,000 dollars a year is too much money to pay a glorified baby sitter—which is what most of the teachers are at Lakota. The charts below show how bad the situation really is, as they also compare State of Ohio teacher pay averages—which are already high in my opinion—to Lakota teachers. Lakota compared to them are off the charts high. Have a look carefully at the data. And if you don’t believe these charts, pull Jenni Logan aside who is the treasurer at Lakota and have her confirm them. It’s not difficult. If not her………..ask Roger Reynolds. He won’t lie to you…………so ask him………go ahead media…………ask the f**king question. I dare anyone to poke holes in this data. Because nobody can.
During the election of 2013 most of the Cincinnati media had decided to ignore the cause of the problem which was teacher salaries and declare that it had been a long time since Lakota had been granted a tax increase and that the teachers had taken a “pay freeze” which expires during the summer of 2014. The district at that time wanted to throw money at those teachers to keep them happy but anyone with half a mind could look at these charts and wonder why they weren’t already happy. Lakota teachers were making quite a bit more money than even average teachers in Ohio. Some of these teachers were the same ones who were sexting their students in class, or sexually molesting elementary kids which the media also glazed over with minimum coverage so that the illusion of teacher quality could be maintained. Lakota teachers were making more money than the state average, and they should have been very happy about it. But the Pulse Journal, the Cincinnati Enquirer and even my old allies at WLW radio had decided that the “poor teachers” had taken a sacrifice for the good of the community by accepting a three-year pay freeze—which only occurred because No Lakota Levy had applied illumination to these very statistics. Now with these ODE reports, context to just how bad the situation was can be seen clearly.
If you are a tax payer in Lakota who voted for the 2013 school levy—you are clearly an idiot. Do you see now what you signed up for? You were scammed and are just plain stupid. If you voted against the levy—you have been validated. You were right and history will be on your side. If you are upset about the money you are now paying, and are against the levy, but did not vote—now you see that you should have gotten off your ass and cast a ballot. Because you didn’t these same teachers are about to get an even larger pay increase when the new LEA contract is negotiated in a few months. None of the newspapers will cover this issue—the “West Chester Buzz” won’t touch it with a 100’ pole, and the nightly television news will avoid it completely because they are as complicit as the teachers in the scam. Bill Cunningham from 700 WLW will continue to exploit the dregs of our society on his television show and hope for redemption by supporting school levies because he can’t admit to himself that he is as responsible as a typical theft who provides watch for that thief when he assists in the open looting of massive amounts of tax payer wealth into the pockets of Lakota teachers. The charts work against every one of their collective arguments and illuminate how terribly bad they have all behaved.
Of course Lakota will grumble to each other within their palatial halls of sinister left-winged intention that Rich Hoffman is cherry picking data again—because they can’t face the notion that they are looters, scum bags and deceitful, maniacal, tax payer funded dregs upon society who contribute nearly nothing to the theater of the human race but expelling carbon dioxide into the air for trees to consume for sustenance. My feelings about these people were molded by their continued insistence that reality is not what I am looking at—which is an insult—because I know better. Whenever it is advocated that things are not as they appear—when I know otherwise—that person—or people, are insulting me in a way that is not forgivable. If Lakota wanted to have a fight about the value of a teacher—that would have been a valid debate—but what they chose is to hide the information and behave in a deceitful manner—then waste even more tax money to hide the crime. That is not forgivable, and is properly listed as a crime because the deception has led directly to the theft of personal wealth—mine and yours. And that is not something to take lightly over tea and cookies.
Check the reference links mentioned to validate the information on the charts.
The reason they told so many lies, Lakota, the media, the public relations people, the unions, and the pundits is because they said that the tax increase was “for the children.” What they neglected to declare was that the real reason was to pad their pockets with voluminous amounts of money–and they USED the children to do it. The proof is above.
I agree with Rush Limbaugh, Scott Walker’s announcement during his recent “State of the State Address” is the most important news story happening right now—and it is being kept purposely out of the mainstream news. The reason is that it proves that progressive leadership pillaging of tax payer dollars for ideological and selfish advancement has failed miserably. Scott Walker’s fiscal policies primarily in reforming collective bargaining agreements against violent Democratic, and public sector union opposition paved the way to saving Wisconsin a lot of money invoking nearly $800 million in tax cuts on the back of a $912 million dollar surplus. That is a huge story with far-reaching impact. He did what John Kasich chickened out of, and Chris Christie only alluded to—Walker’s victory was resolute and grotesquely obvious. It is a sign of the world to come. Many of the progressive policies that are currently bankrupting America and its cities started in Wisconsin during the progressive era—so it is only fitting that it end there as well. Scott Walker’s announcement essentially was a declaration of the end of progressive politics. Walker has been able to save more public sector jobs while also giving back money to the residents of Wisconsin spurring tremendous incentives for businesses to thrive under his governorship in a way that is currently unprecedented anywhere in the world. In just four years Scott Walker has turned around the economic situation in the very liberal Wisconsin right under the nose of protests, death threats and legal attempts to destroy him. Yet he has prevailed providing all of America—and the world—a “Blueprint for Prosperity” that if followed could enrich the life of even the poorest African nation within months, change the bankruptcy status of states like California, and save school districts like Lakota in Southern Ohio from neurotic slugs of cellulite trapping many human cells within the body of complete idiots. Listen to Rush’s broadcast on this matter and read more at the Breitbart link below:
I wrote the other day about the new school board at West Clermont who is planning to do essentially the same thing in their school district as Scott Walker did in the state of Wisconsin. Soon states, cities and other political districts will be forced by necessity to follow Scott Walker’s “Blueprint for Prosperity.” That promise has traditional Republicans who have suddenly found themselves well to the political left like swimmers at sea caught in a riptide. They had no idea they had drifted so far from shore—but over time they didn’t see the progressive current which had swept them along so gradually. Now they are drowning from their own neglect and stupidity—and they can only deny their follies publicly. They are attempting to turn away from the Walker news because for them, it is too late. They cannot salvage their reputations. Boehner has blown his chance, Portman has, Romney did, Mitch McConnell has, Kasich, Christie, just about everyone who calls themselves Republicans. They were all caught in the same progressive riptide and are well left of center—compared to people like Walker, Paul, and Cruz.
Democrats are even worse off, they have openly advocated socialism for the last 50 years—and it was their dumb ideas which have pretty much destroyed our country. They blamed Scott Walker over the last four years of destroying the middle-class, of giving away tax breaks to the rich—they never considered that the cost of the taxes were in dispute because the things they spent the money on were unneeded, and corrupt. Walker’s policies are only bad for public servants who have voted themselves tremendous raises as government workers. There are teachers in America who make more money than some governors of several states. The superintendent of Lakota has a compensation package that is on par with the Governor of Ohio. She makes as much money running a school district of a declining population of 17,000 students and just under 2000 employees while the governor is responsible for an entire state. She makes so much money because several Lakota teachers make six figure incomes which of course drives up the cost of management. If employees make six figures then obviously the administrators should make more so they never dispute pay increases for teachers because they have a general approach to fiscal matters that all boats rise, even if they all aren’t important, or needed. This destroys their budgets and is the primary cause of tax increases.
Not counting fuel and sales taxes I paid as much money in taxes during 2013 to purchase a luxury car with cash. I do not support the public schools, I take care of my own EMS needs, and for police—I have the Second Amendment. I don’t think America should be in bases all over the world doing the dirty work of the United Nations and I don’t want the NSA, IRS, FBI, CIA, or even the Post Office. Being conservative, it is unlikely that I used $1000 worth of the many thousands that I paid in taxes for actual services that I might value. Most of my money was stolen from me and given to derelicts and miscreants too lazy to be productive. Progressives have created more of these people by stealing my money and giving it to people who have done nothing to earn it except being born. Then these same idiots turn around and declare that abortion is good for women, and that society is somehow better without faith-based religion. Liberals and their beliefs may technically qualify them as mentally retarded. They may need help for their condition—but they certainly don’t need an office in control of budgets. Yet they have been in charge for a very long time and the tax rates have been implemented over time to be entirely too high giving back very little in real fiscal value. If I didn’t spend so much money in taxes I’d have well over a million dollars in savings for my retirement in my 40s. All Americans would be better off and the government would not be a middleman between my future and my past as they are now. Taxes are simply out of control now, so Walker’s $800 million in tax cuts are very refreshing—particularly in property taxes.
Wisconsin is proving that this formula against higher taxation works and for other states to compete with Wisconsin, they’ll have to adapt. For politicians like John Boehner, he can’t admit to it because like his Democratic partners in Washington, he is too far to the left also, and can’t endorse Walker without betraying all the deals he’s made over the years. The media because they have helped create all these social failures associated with progressivism can’t put a light on Walker’s success because it makes them look like fools. And of course Obama and his minions of socialists, communists, and former American terrorists are deeply committed to the kind of activity that Walker’s reforms attacked. Did everyone forget about the 14 Democrats who fled the state defying orders to return hoping to block a vote reforming collective bargaining—an act that brought Barack Obama to inject himself into the matter—in the long ago time of 2011? Apparently a lot of people forgot about that. Even so, Walker prevailed and won, and now all the fear mongering against him has proven to be untrue. Surprise!
Instead of the Walker story, a number of staunch Tea Party Republicans have been rounded up for prosecution on offenses much more minor than the IRS abuse story committed by The White House, the Benghazi deaths, or the Fast and Furious debacles. The message is clear; the federal government is attacking people who think like Walker hoping to impose fear into anyone who might try to duplicate his efforts. But as proven in Wisconsin, the feds don’t have any teeth. They are a bunch of pussies that lobby for millions of dollars for turtle crossings in Florida and believe that global warming is real. They are too stupid to run any economy, or put people like Dinesh D’Souza in prison. Heck even Mike Brown, the owner of The Cincinnati Bengals can beat the federal government. His team hasn’t won a playoff game during the entire 20 plus year duration of his leadership. But he can beat local and federal government. So why would anybody in their right mind fear the government? Scott Walker and a handful of law makers completely changed the direction of Wisconsin. Just think what a small army of similar conviction minded patriots could achieve. Those government idiots don’t stand a chance.
The only defense progressives have is to keep the story away from people’s eyes and ears. But it won’t work this time—the truth will be driven by results—results readily produced in Wisconsin in the last year of Governor Scott Walker’s first term.
Did retired school board member Joan Powell and newly elected Lakota school board president Julie Shaffer really think that attacking me for going on WLW all the time illuminating the many mistakes made in public education—that the pressure against them would go away if I were not quoted on the mainstream radio and newspaper anymore? Did they think that if television stations stayed away from me because I made “incendiary” comments about women and the kind of idiots who typically join PTA groups that they would gain strategic positioning? Did they really think they’d change the dialogue using traditional tricks which I was well aware of—and used to my advantage? Apparently—they were just that stupid and continue to be as they are apparently bewildered by the large number of conservative leaning school board members entering into the public education management of districts. Here is a quote from Joan in a recent Michael Clark article in The Cincinnati Enquirer.
Still, recently retired Lakota school board President Joan Powell – a 16-year board veteran and one of the most influential school officials in the region during her tenure – wonders whether the publicly stated goals of some new board members match their political agendas.
“Unfortunately some of these individuals are not just interested in reducing expenses and maintaining taxes at their current level. There are those that have a goal to destroy public education as it exists – government schools, they call them – and use anti-tax and pro-voucher issues to reduce funding to schools to help reach that goal,” she said.
“A lot of damage can be done during a four-year term. By then voters should know what they stand for and whether (board members) are working in the best interests of the school district and the voters.”
Damage for whom—tax payers or education empire builders? The damage Joan is talking about is for her view of education, which is corrupt and devastating for American enterprise. So that’s a good thing when people like her are on the out.
Here’s a news flash that they and a whole bunch of others in the mainstream media and government school gate keepers have neglected to consider—that a plan hatched many years ago by a small number of Southern Ohio education reformers is just now manifesting into reality—and what they are seeing is just the beginning. If they think for a second that everything is going back to how public education was in the 90s and 2000s, they are sadly—and pathetically mistaken. Labor union domination of public education is ending and they are fighting to preserve a way of life that is out-dated, and destructive to American education not just in name—but actual function.
I know of about 80 different elected officials who visit this site—Overmanwarrior’s Wisdom about 3 times a week. There are even more who read here that consider running for an office and use the encouragement they receive from these words to pursue those objectives. Whoever thought that I poured so much work into 1500 word daily articles to appease the fools who have the mind of an egg-shell, and the patience of a shooting star—that the kind of people who enjoy tabloid magazines and television were my target audience? Whoever was so naive to think that each and every step over the last four years was not a carefully considered chess match where even the controversial elements were calculated to the maximum effect with deep psychological impact highlighting issues at many levels? I’m pretty good at chess—at strategy—and managing people. Sometimes the most important work is not in front of the camera or behind the microphone but in arranging an army of such people to do those tasks instead of just one person. Initially, you have to lead by example so that they can see how things should be done—but once they learn—they can then take the effort and run with it independently. Wasn’t it clear that was what was going on?
Apparently not. When Joan said, “Unfortunately some of these individuals are not just interested in reducing expenses and maintaining taxes at their current level. There are those that have a goal to destroy public education as it exists – government schools, they call them – and use anti-tax and pro-voucher issues to reduce funding to schools to help reach that goal,” she was thinking about me. The more I worked with Lakota, the more I hated government schools—and that is a term that I have increasingly used. If I were to run for school board I could not sit next to Julie Shaffer to manage the district without major, major confrontations—MAJOR confrontations. If left to me, public education would be defunded and eradicated replaced by free market options where the government was not involved at all. But I am happy to let people who do not feel quite so strongly join school boards and fight the good fight in a more civil manner. I have more impact with more people not being an elected representative as opposed to locking horns with someone like Julie wasting my time on something that is already dying on the vine. In 15 years, what will any of her arguments matter? If other people wish to engage in that argument—that is good—but I am more effective elsewhere. The strategic position for this matter is not behind a name plate—but here.
The kind of people like Julie who organized the media blitz with the Enquirer to come after me personally should never be involved in educating children. CLICK TO REVIEW. They are not competent and are only given that ability with a government monopoly. I will certainly never forgive Julie for what she tried to do to me—or Joan. They used the collective entity of Lakota to satisfy their inner desire to be relevant socially—to mask personal mistakes—and to achieve that they needed to get me out of their way so management of schools could return to the unions at the cost of children’s minds—and they’d stoop to no low to achieve it. Did they think that I’d give up and just retreat? Did they think that more would not join the fight with me? Yes, that is precisely what they believed.
The Enquirer should have seen this coming. I explained it to Clark in great detail September of 2010. I layed all this out for him in my back yard while I was cutting targets with my bullwhips and he had his photographer snapping away pictures. I knew as I spoke that he was scheming to build me up so that he could take me down again the way he and others did with Arnie Engle in Fairfield. So I let him take the bait and run with it. My plans were different—when the moment came—more than just I would move into strategic position to affect change. So whatever schemes Clark had in mind would be useless in the long run—and I knew that. He didn’t understand it just as Joan, and Julie Shaffer didn’t get it. They actually thought by pandering to their latte sipping fat ass, guilt ridden, bitchy voting base that they could continue forever the scam of public education. Well, obviously they can’t.
Sure they won their last levy at Lakota by manipulation and wasting hundreds of thousands of tax payer dollars to move the needle just a few percentage points with a wear-down tactic taught in Columbus to school board members. But it’s a short-term victory as the ship they have fought to keep afloat is sinking. Many of the districts mentioned in the Enquirer article, such as West Clermont—where I know quite a few of those people there—and they are readers here and have been for years now—the proof that schools waste tax money on teacher unions, and scam ridden politics will be exposed destroying the myth that higher taxes make for a better community. And that is what people like Joan and Julie are worried about. Ten years from now they will be shown to be wrong in their assertions about education and neurotic in their approach—and it will be embarrassing for them.
I will make damn sure of it—that everyone remembers.
We’re just getting started folks…………this is far from a completed strategy. But we’re only about four years into it. Another four years will yield even more results not in their favor and bitching about it like this news is “new” won’t take away the blunt edge of reality.
The first phase of the Crossings of Beckett shopping center would include a Kroger grocery store, a bank, a pharmacy with drive-through access–a Fred Meyer Jewelers, a small medical clinic, a Kroger fuel center, an additional 15,000 square feet of retail space alongside Kroger and three additional out-parcels along Ohio 747. Basically, it’s just another strip mall with gas stations that are already just one mile further to the south. And there is nothing in the Silverman proposal which helps fill the massive vacancies of the old Biggs retail center just two miles to the south—which to this very day is mostly empty. The old Biggs center is comparable in size to a Kroger Marketplace, yet Silverman and Company Inc., do not own that property—so they aren’t interested. They’d rather build on their property of course, at a location of their choosing and if the residents pose resistance—they’ll strategically wear them down the same way school levies from public schools have.
To try to take the edge off the community battle which took place the last time this endeavor was proposed and Tom Egger led the community to resist and suppress those plans the developer made changes to the plan to eliminate the three parcels on the north side of the site. The new plan also calls for the creation of a buffer zone for residents to the north, according to Tim Burgoyne, Silverman and Company Inc.’s director of site acquisition and development. This tactic is common for developers so that they can give the illusion that they have compromised. It is the same stupid thing the local public school of Lakota did when they put their last levy on the ballot. They spent hundreds of thousands of tax payer dollars to essentially convince the community that they “listened.” But in reality they just imposed their government backed will upon the voters wearing down resistance. The developer in this case is performing the same task—but showing the community that they are “compromising.” They hope to take the edge off Tom Egger’s case and earn the zoning commission’s support of their endeavor with a kind of rigged election process. Likely the deal was cut with zoning officials before Silverman and Company Inc made their recent announcement. These guys always dip their feet into the pool before they jump in.
As stated to the media by Burgoyne, “The residents wanted nothing along there, so after meeting with the community and staff members and getting everyone’s input, we believe that we have substantially addressed their concerns and we’re excited to move forward.” What Burgoyne means is that they moved around the architectural drawings from the original proposal, which deliberately asked for too much knowing they would get resistance from the public—then backed off to their original design so to show that they compromised. Of course that is speculation, but I’ve been down this road many more times than once—and if that’s not exactly how the situation played out, then I have swamp land on Mars to sell you.
This is supposed to be why we have government, and zoning should look at their vacant properties at the old Biggs Center and evaluate that if they allow this Kroger Marketplace into the empty field of the proposed location, they can forget about ever filling the much more lucrative location at the corner of Union Center and 747 where there are already stop lights, double lanes of traffic and an artery directly into Fairfield, Beckett Ridge, Tri County and I-75. At the Silverman property all those things will have to be built, which makes developers happy, but will erode away the lives of Tom Egger and hundreds of families in the area.
This of course puts the Trustees of West Chester into a difficult position as they will have to vote upon the zoning recommendations—which will likely fall in their lap this time around. If they vote against the proposed site they vote against a developer who wants to bring something truly good to West Chester. The trouble is—it’s in the wrong location. If they vote for the developer then they doom the lives of many tax payers looking for protection from government—and they will doom the Biggs location. Prospective businesses for that location will choose the new corner of 747 and Tylersville because it will be the latest and greatest development in the West Chester area. But 15 years from now, it will be old like the current Biggs location is today, and homeowners like Tom Egger and his family will still be looking at an older building bringing tons of traffic and unseemly elements to his back yard once the media has moved on to the next new thing.
I’m all for developers making a few bucks off their investments. But the West Chester zoning board said no once before, and here come Silverman and Company Inc., with some market up drawings to give the illusion that they give a damn about what’s best for the West Chester community. Surely they are counting on the local residents to scratch their heads and declare, “hey–they listened.” But they didn’t, they just think the people of the community are suckers who will buy into a scam that is as old as time—and they expect to use government to protect their investments. When Silverman and Company Inc purchased the plot of land in question, their investment was a risk. There was no guarantee that they would convince West Chester zoning into allowing their proposal to come to fruition. But with the many games that go on behind the scenes, they use government to protect their investments, even if it goes against the will of the people. That is what this second proposal is—it’s very disrespectful, and ultimately damaging to the West Chester community. But Silverman and Company Inc., won’t care. They’ll make their money, and move on to the next location like vultures picking clean the carcass of road kill. And within two decades the corner of 747 and Tylersville will look like modern-day Route 4, and replacing the homes of people like Tom Egger will be section 8 designations as government picks up those properties because nobody wants to move into an area that looks down into a Kroger parking lot. The only people who will want to move to a place like that are future economic despots and people looking for government checks and a nice corner of that parking lot to sell drugs to other treacherous characters and scumbags. Only the carcass won’t be road kill that time—it will be West Chester.
When it is wondered why homeschooling is proving more successful than public school, or why Common Core education is so dangerous to the minds of young people, or even in determining the amount of money teachers should be paid, and how often—it must be understood how children learn and achieve. The science of learning must be dealt with, and an assumption that the traditional top down learning system must be abandoned so that an open-minded analysis can be explored beyond cynical protection of the public education government sponsored empire building which has been enslaving children presently and entire societies globally. For that analysis, let me provide a bit of evidence as provided by Delancey place.com regarding a 1999 study in India where Sugata Mitra conducted an experiment that should change the world if only government involvement in education would step out-of-the-way. Governments create the kind of slums talked about in the article below, governments create ignorance, and governments create most of the roadblocks that stand in the way of innovation. If left alone, society would advance much faster toward much more prosperous educational opportunities and social innovation as the proof below will display. Please keep in mind upon reading this that the study was conducted well over 15 years ago as of this writing and that is simply appalling. Sadly it has not been officially endorsed by any serious advocates of education. The reason is that teacher unions do not want innovation, they do not want competition, and they don’t want any model of education that abandons their top down approach because it does not fit their long-term strategy of advocating dependence on government. The purpose of education in public schools is not to teach independence among its students, but dependency—more specifically “interdependency.” Thus, it is an educational system that deliberately works against the way human beings think, feel, and learn—it is in defiance of nature—and is the primary reason that it is a global failure not just in America—be everywhere in the world relative to the kind of educational methods described below.
Continuing Delanceyplace.com’s End of Year Encore Week: This year a full week on creativity.
In today’s encore selection — from Abundance: The Future is Better Than You Think
by Peter H. Diamandia and Steven Kotler. A creative approach to education:
“In 1999 the Indian physicist Sugata Mitra got interested in education. He knew there were places in the world without schools and places in the world where good teachers didn’t want to teach. What could be done for kids living in those spots was his question. Self-directed learning was one possible solution, but were kids living in slums capable of all that much self-direction?
“At the time, Mitra was head of research and development for NIIT Technologies, a top computer software and development company in New Delhi, India. His posh twenty-first-century office abutted an urban slum but was kept separate by a tall brick wall. So Mitra designed a simple experiment. He cut a hole in the wall and installed a computer and a track pad, with the screen and the pad facing into the slum. He did it in such a way that theft was not a problem, then connected the computer to the Internet, added a web browser, and walked away.
“The kids who lived in the slums could not speak English, did not know how to use a computer, and had no knowledge of the Internet, but they were curious. Within minutes, they’d figured out how to point and click. By the end of the first day, they were surfing the web and-even more importantly-teaching one another how to surf the web. These results raised more questions than they answered. Were they real? Did these kids really teach themselves how to use this computer, or did someone, perhaps out of sight of Mitra’s hidden video camera, explain the technology to them?
“So Mitra moved the experiment to the slums of Shivpuri, where, as he says, ‘I’d been assured no one had ever taught anybody anything.’ He got similar results. Then he moved it to a rural village and found the same thing. Since then, this experiment has been replicated all over India, and all over the world, and always with the same outcome: kids, working in small, unsupervised groups, and without any formal training, could learn to use computers very quickly and with a great degree of proficiency.
“This led Mitra to an ever-expanding series of experiments about what else kids could learn on their own. One of the more ambitious of these was conducted in the small village of Kalikkuppam in southern India. This time Mitra decided to see if a bunch of impoverished Tamil-speaking, twelve-year-olds could learn to use the Internet, which they’d never seen before; to teach themselves biotechnology, a subject they’d never heard of; in English, a language none of them spoke. ‘All I did was tell them that there was some very difficult information on this computer, they probably wouldn’t understand any of it, and I’ll be back to test them on it in a few months.’
“Two months later, he returned and asked the students if they’d understood the material. A young girl raised her hand. ‘Other than the fact that improper replication of the DNA molecule causes genetic disease,’ she said, ‘we’ve understood nothing.’ In fact, this was not quite the case. When Mitra tested them, scores averaged around 30 percent. From 0 percent to 30 percent in two months with no formal instruction was a fairly remarkable result, but still not good enough to pass a standard exam. So Mitra brought in help. He recruited a slightly older girl from the village to serve as a tutor. She didn’t know any biotechnology, but was told to use the ‘grandmother method’: just stand behind the kids and provide encouragement. ‘Wow, that’s cool, that’s fantastic, show me something else!’ Two months later, Mitra came back. This time, when tested, average scores had jumped to 50 percent, which was the same average as high-school kids studying bio-tech at the best schools in New Delhi.
“Next Mitra started refining the method. He began installing computer terminals in schools. Rather than giving students a broad subject to learn-for example, biotechnology-he started asking directed questions such as ‘Was World War II good or bad?’ The students could use every available resource to answer the question, but schools were asked to restrict the number of Internet portals to one per every four students because, as Matt Ridley wrote in the Wall Street Journal, ‘one child in front of a computer learns little; four discussing and debating learn a lot.’ When they were tested on the subject matter afterward (without use of the computer), the mean score was 76 percent. That’s pretty impressive on its own, but the question arose as to the real depth of learning. So Mitra came back two months later, retested the students, and got the exact same results. This wasn’t just deep learning, this was an unprecedented retention of information. …
“Taken together, this work reverses a bevy of educational practices. Instead of top-down instruction, [these ‘self-organized learning environments’] are bottom up. Instead of making students learn on their own, this work is collaborative. Instead of a formal in-school setting for instruction, the Hole-in-the-Wall method relies on a playground-like environment. Most importantly, minimally invasive education doesn’t require teachers. Currently there’s a projected global shortage of 18 million teachers over the next decade.”
Author: Peter H. Diamandis and Steven Kotler
Title: Abundance: The Future is Better Than You Think
Publisher: Free Press
Date: Copyright 2012 by Peter H. Diamandis and Steven Kotler
Pages: 174-176
Abundance: The Future Is Better Than You Think
by Peter H. Diamand is by Free Press
So long as education methods stay as they are, human society will suffer, there will be continued poverty, continued subjugation to authority, and a level of ignorance that flat lines across the vast spectrum of society from the highest to lowest levels of archaic pecking order hierarchy. That hierarchy is what public school is all about, and it is what holds back mankind the most from achieving a level of greatness that is on the tip of everyone’s tongue with a free mind able to comprehend that something is terribly wrong. Public education does not work as well as the ‘grandmother method’: just standing behind kids and providing encouragement. ‘Wow, that’s cool, that’s fantastic, show me something else!’ Kids, because of the tendency toward personal profit will work hard to get that personal encouragement from a figure of respect. They do it for the same reason that a business owner tries to make money, or a video game player tries to score more points, or a man takes a woman to dinner hoping to have sex with her—it is the prospect of profit that drives the world, and for kids, all they usually need are the tools with limits removed and an encouraging voice to push them along—and “POOF” success is nearly 100% guaranteed.
Government schools are not about success, they are about combating this essential truth about human beings—they are at war with profit of every kind—the wish to socially engineer such desires from human minds and in so doing, they are destroying what it means to be human. This is why they are detriments to society, and villains where they think of themselves as heroes. They are in denial of the role they play in the destruction of mankind—and all those politicians who help them do it are as complicit to the act as a witness to a murder keeps their mouth shut, and provides a get-away-car for the bandits who committed the crime.
A lot of the things I am usually concerned with politically and professionally are current disappointments. Just this past week I learned that conservative groups could not agree on a candidate to challenge John Boehner’s seat confirming that many people talk tough until it really counts—but in the end they wimp out—and will get the government they deserve as a result. There appears to be a challenger to John Kasich’s seat, but that will be an uphill battle with major opposition rolling large stones down to stop the progress, so that is hardly a success story at this point. President Obama is proving to be a crook more and more as the follies of Obamacare are setting up 2014 to be a disastrous year for many financially. And my public school of Lakota got their tax money with a levy approval. I am personally making arrangements in financing to ensure that I don’t pay the extra $36 dollars in taxes per month—but the monopoly hold the institution has on the press, the political structure and the young minds of America’s youth remains strong—at least on the surface. Professionally, I am busier than I have ever been in my life. There is no shortage of need for problem solvers in spite of my attempt to be ostentatious to lower the line down to only those most serious–so free time is short—and at a severe premium. It is in times like these that one must have good constructive hobbies—and I do. I have shared with my readers here my long history and love of strategy games—particularly combat oriented war games where I can apply methods learned in The Art of War and The Book of Five Rings to theoretical situations—which I then apply to my real life needs by washing out strategic theories against real life opponents. Currently my two favorite games of this type are X Wing Miniatures, CLICK HERE FOR REVIEW, and the squeaky new online computer game Galactic Starfighter—which is my topic of discussion today.
Galactic Starfighter has been a very pleasant surprise. As a space flight simulator featuring aerial combat that I have been looking forward to for a long time—it has delivered spectacularly. I have a favorite video game called X-Wing from way back in the early 90s that I used to love—the graphics were not what they are today, but the game play was infinitely interesting. The enemies were NPCs (Non Playable Characters) and would require tight combat engagements with a variety of craft to fly and fight against. Huge capital ships would come into the scenario and would often hyper jump into a hot zone and start dispatching enemy fighters leaving a player frantic to shoot down as many as they could in a short time and attempt to take out the large vessels by knocking out their shields then destroying their bridge where the command structure was usually housed. I played that game with a nephew of mine for many hours—and he still talks about it 20 years later as if it were one of the most fun times of his life. Galactic Starfighter came out only as recently as December 3, 2013 and it didn’t take me long to discover what the design team at LucasArts, BioWare, and Electronic Arts were up to. They essentially made a game with the basic concept of the old X-Wing game and dusted it off with a slick new paint job which modern programming allows. The flight mechanics, the ability to shove power to shields, or engines depending on need is there, directional shields, targeting reticules, telemetry data streams—it’s all there. Only Galactic Starfighter is better.
The old X-Wing game had NPCs programmed to go after a target along fixed parameters. Once a pilot learned the basics of these standards, the NPCs could be dominated—so the learning curve was not terribly steep once the basics of concept and flight control were mastered. With Galactic Starfighter the entire game is PVP (player versus player) meaning the people you fly against are all live pilots. It reminds me of a very slick version of the old X-Box game Crimson Skies and how that game played on X-Box Live. I have now played hundreds of matches, earned over a million credits, countless ACE awards, medals, and ship requisition allowing me to purchase upgrades for my small fleet of ships—and I’m nowhere near finished with it. If anything I am more eager to play it with each match queued up. It is that good.
But what’s even better is that my wife—who is not a typical dog fighting advocate has found she can play it with me at the same time as we have very large specially built computers designed to exclusively play Star Wars: The Old Republic which Galactic Starfighter is a part. That is a new development for me to have a combat simulator this powerful and dynamic which can link up to another player in real-time to fly coordinated maneuvers toward separate targets. My wife does not love speed the way I do. It is not something she enjoys. I love to zip in and around obstacles forcing my opponents into a mistake running themselves into a fix object with close quarter fighting. My wife is more of a defender type who takes her time and is good at holding down the fort after I’ve taken it—which is ironically the object of the game in Galactic Starfighter—which is essentially a fancy capture the flag game.
My wife uses a gunship—which is slow, but heavily armored to hold areas that I capture with my strike fighter, and she has gotten so good at using her 15,000mm rail gun to strike down approaching enemies from a comfortable distance while I engage them up close and personal—that it has led to a devastating series of losses for the other players on the opposite team. And she is having a blast with it. I don’t have to coax her into playing; she is the one wanting to continue playing new rounds. Last night it was a quarter till one in the morning and we were both trying to find a good reason to play one more match—because it is so fun—and addicting. It has all the mechanics from X-Wing which were best I’ve ever seen even after playing Crimson Skies, all the Microsoft Flight Simulators, and even Star Wars: Battlefront—yet Galactic Starfighter goes to a new level that is unprecedented. It has a Wing Commander feel to it and is simply a combination of all the great war games beloved for years wrapped up into one very cool package.
Using that rail gun, my wife may actually have more kills than I do which should say a lot to new players not confident with their piloting skills. In Galactic Starfighter the gunships are slow—but powerful and very deadly. The strike fighters and scout ships are the ones that have to fly all over the battlezone engaging in dogfights with other players. The gunships sit back like snipers and zap their enemies from a comfortable distance—and using my wife and my strategy, I engage the enemy to keep them busy while she zaps away from a distance. So long as they are engaged with me, they don’t notice her, which then makes all the kills. Good stuff.
I get most of my creative strategic ideas for things in the real world by playing games like the ones mentioned. On the liberty front, there are some valiant efforts, but not enough horsepower to pull things across the finish line—and it basically comes down to a lack of will power. People talk a good game, but when they find themselves in the cross-hairs—just as they do in Galactic Starfighter, they panic and run into something killing themselves. If I had a quarter for each time I applied a missile lock onto an enemy and when they hear their sensor alarms go off in their ship warning them of my approaching missile, they panic and run into the side of a mountain, or a floating asteroid, I’d be able to solve world hunger by making millionaires out of each of them. The same thing has been happening in real life—people behave as they do when they play games like this—even worse because in real life they take even less chances because it matters there. There is no reset button in the real world. In a game like Galactic Starfighter at least if a mistake is made, the player can start over—and hopefully learn from their error. Because of the value of such games it is a privilege to live in a time where they can be played relatively effortlessly. My wife and I have a very expensive set-up basically just to play this game. We have thousands of dollars invested. But for a casual player, they could probably get by with only a laptop. However, when she and I are both playing vigorously, our computers with their big processors put out enough heat to warm up a good-sized room on a very cold night. We have six cool down fans on each of our computers to keep them cool during intense graphic interfaces enduring millions of calculations per second which makes playing Galactic Starfigher even possible. Our set-up is unusual, and it is unlikely that many of the thousands of players on the game with us at any given time have such system capability—yet they can still play and enjoy it. Since these kinds of things are so important to us, and we do so much of it, we take the extra measures to ensure a positive experience.
New strategies are needed when the old ones are not producing the results desired. The first step in such a process is to recognize the issue, and correct it. The way I do that is by playing these kinds of games. Not falling in love with a set of engagement rules is the key to discovering the best way to take out an opponent, and in the real life world of politics, business, and human relationships—there are many enemies that must be taken down—simply because their intentions dictate such a position. For me, the best way to do that is through strategy games—and currently the X-Wing Miniatures game is at the very top of my list—but this Galactic Starfighter is right there with it. I’m telling you all this dear reader because during the Holiday Season, there are often moments of downtime—and abilities to play these kinds of games present themselves often. Take advantage of the opportunity, because in 2014, a lot of tough topics are on the table—and fresh minds will be required to tackle them. One way to obtain that freshness is in the new game Galactic Starfighter. For you people out there who have a problem with me but the law won’t let us settle things properly in a parking lot somewhere, or in a duel of some kind—look me up on Galactic Starfighter. I’m on the Jedi Covenant server flying by the name of Cliff-hanger. You can’t miss me, I’m the one sending craft out of the sky in exploding heaps—and I’ll be happy to add your name to the list.
The Overmanwarrior 