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Of Course “Imagine” was Played at Carter’s Funneral: They were always about using communism to destroy the American way of life

I thought it was quite appropriate that Jimmy Carter, at his funeral after living 100 years of life, wanted to have the ridiculously dumb song by John Lennon, “Imagine,” sung.  The song summed up his life, really, and is the reason that he was the worst president until, of course, Joe Biden came along.  All these old hippies are showing a developed pattern.  They grew up liking the Beatles and John Lennon and have been trying to build a world they learned about in that song.  Ironically, shortly after the Carter funeral, that same kind of radicalism is coming out in the politics of California.  Remember Gavin Newsom talking about preserving the rivers to save some fish, but also to pay off debts to the Native American indigenous people, promises that we owed them?  Yes, there are plenty of people who run around in the political circles of Jimmy Carter, Joe Biden, and Gavin Newsom who are very happy to see the massive wildfires burning out entire communities of Hollywood because, just like the end of the latest Yellowstone television show, the goal is to get rid of white people and return the land to the red people who they think lived in America first.  They get a lot of these dumb ideas from the communists of the British invasion and their favorite musical artists like the Beatles.  As teenagers smoking dope and having reckless sex, they were very open to the exploits of those radical leftists, and it shaped their lives into the disasters they grew up to become as adults.  Just because people think something doesn’t make it right, and I would say all people exposed to this period of history reflected in music like John Lennon’s had their minds destroyed in ways that have cascaded the destruction to millions of other people. 

I know many people who love the song “Imagine,” and they are, by their nature, good people.  However, they should not be involved in influencing people’s lives.  Songs like “Imagine” are not harmless.  I would consider it more damaging than most rap music because it sells itself as helpful, peace-loving, and even Christian.  Except that it is an anti-god diatribe by a diabolical atheist in John Lennon.  Every time I hear that song, I look for a bunch of dope smokers in tie-dye t-shirts to break out a pottery wheel and start slinging mud on it to make a vase.  To return to the primitive just as they did at Woodstock and to have sex with strangers because nobody should own anybody and everything should be free.  Free love, free money, no borders, country, or heaven.  No values.  Just dirty old hippie love, that’s what John Lennon was singing about, and yes, it has a catchy tune.  That’s how they sucker people into its demonic worship, always with catchy melodies that people sing along to without thinking about the real meaning of the song.  “Imagine” is a terrible song, something that could easily be said to have been purposely created to undermine our entire society and launch us all into globalism.  Without question, this is the same kind of popular song that dirty old men trying to sleep with prostitutes at Davos economic forums play when they are trying to appear hip to 21-year-old girls who have no idea who John Lennon is.  But they like the wine and the money, so they listen like brain-dead fools to the anthem of globalism.

“Imagine” is a communist ballad, a deliberate attempt to convince vast populations to throw away capitalism and embrace communism fully.  And it should have always been considered a national security problem.  There’s nothing good about it; John Lennon’s wife, Yoko Ono, who helped him with that song, was a dedicated communist.  When she talks about peace, she means to lower the resistance to individual property rights and to surrender all integrity to the shared resources of the lazy and diabolical.  To watch Garth Brooks and Trisha Yearwood sing the old John Lennon song in a church, of all places, was a purposeful insult to the American way of life.  But that’s how Jimmy Carter lived his life.  Remember how he tried to work with communist forces against Ronald Reagan in the background?  Jimmy Carter might have been a nice guy and an innocent peanut farmer, but like Yoko Ono, they kill you with kindness.  Putting a couple of country music stars out to sing a song to sell communism in a Catholic cathedral doesn’t make it any less of an attack.  It was also interesting that Trump was at the funeral, representing a noticeable effort to make America Great Again.  But great from what?  Well, the teachings of people like John Lennon and Yoko Ono, who purposefully tried to bring communism to America through their art.  And before Trump had a chance to get back into office to do that very thing, the Carter funeral was a chance to spit in the face of the MAGA movement with their war cry of progressive sentiment and blatant communist intentions.  “Imagine” is a song meant to spit in all our faces; how dare we want to have marriages and countries and do good in life so we can go to Heaven.  To attack every premise of values supporting individual rights over collective salvation sold to them through a catchy tune. 

I’m not a fan of Garth Brooks.  He cheated on his wife a lot and was a crybaby of country music.  Having him perform the song shows even more the kind of people that Jimmy Carter valued and thought represented America.  Jimmy Carter was a loser.  And he surrounded himself with other losers with a political philosophy that took all those misfits and hid them from social judgment through the communist movement.  And “Imagine” was their war song of peace.  Peace was their weapon to undo the kinds of values that people wanted to fight for.  By taking away the value people had for things, people would not want to fight each other over anything and would instead rot away in a hippie haze, smoke dope, advocate in fact for the legalization of marijuana, and advocate for a borderless world just as the Indians had before Christopher Columbus came along and messed it all up for everyone.  That is why Jimmy Carter was a terrible president and why it was entirely appropriate that he wanted “Imagine” played at his funeral by a bunch of losers and despots.  I agree with Steve Bannon’s take on John Lennon; he was a degenerate, and having that song played in a Christian setting was a spit in all our faces.  But it also tells everyone clearly what these fools are all about and why they are so detrimental to the human race.  After 100 years of life, that was the summary of Jimmy Carter’s life and efforts to recreate “Imagine” in the world and make it a reality, which is why he will always be remembered as being the second worst president in the history of the world.  But at least he lived long enough to see the worst, another old hippie, drug-abusing loser, Joe Biden, who made from his loins the diabolical production of flesh that is everything wrong with the world, Hunter Biden.  “Imagine” is a world where all these people are in charge.  We just experienced it, and what it was can only be described as a nightmare that is finally coming to an end.  “Imagine” that!

Rich Hoffman

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Puff Daddy and the Rap Music Industry of Marxism and Mayhem: They always intended to destroy American culture

Whatever they call him, Puff Daddy, P Diddy, or whatever it is that the famous rap star is in trouble with, it’s not that the music industry is saturated with sex trafficking and child molesters that is the problem.  Everyone knows what Puff Daddy has been up to, and loose sex with lots of crazy women and underage kids is part of their lifestyle. The record industry has made a lot of money over the years, pandering to the worst of the human race, the typical losers who used to worship Baal in the Bible and sacrifice their firstborn children in trade for sex and glory.  If Puff Daddy is in trouble now, it’s likely because he has fallen out of favor and he’s being offered as a sacrifice to the gods of chaos by a corrupt FBI trying to appear like they are doing their job in an election year where they are trying to divert attention from President Biden, the inserted president, not the elected one.  No, the worst thing about this recent story is the origin of rap music to begin with, as a deliberate attack on American culture by Marxists looking to undermine our culture through the inner cities and to make ground troops out of the discontent with a communist revolution.  Don’t ever forget that Black Lives Matter was a Marxist organization that many corporations openly embraced.   But not before the rap music scene came along to pave the way for that nonsense and guilt people into believing they had to embrace that hate music to prove that they weren’t racists left over from the Civil War.  Also, never forget the Republican Party was created to end racism, and it was the Democrats who fought that effort, a mistake that would hurt them until they tried to use the Civil Rights Movement during the communist 60s to rebrand their image. 

People who are not very well educated in history have let pop music define their political parameters, so they have no context.  But the truth is, rap music was introduced to American music to destroy our culture and usher communism into communities of color to rot us from the inside out.  And Puff Daddy and all his other child-molesting rap buddies, like the dope smoker Snoop Dogg and even the whitewash sucker Eminem and the Beastie Boys, were creations of the music industry meant to be weapons of destruction to rot the minds of the youth and turn them against the culture of their parents for the destruction of America as a nation.  It was just one aspect of the globalist plans to attack America without tanks and troops and instead attack the minds of the youth so they wouldn’t be able to defend their culture from those vile enemies beyond our shores, let in by finance who promoted the effort.  What?  Do you think all those great Motown hits disappeared overnight?  Think of all those great songs that came from Detroit record labels.  Are we to believe they all disappeared during the 1990s only to be replaced by these losers, Puff Daddy and the gangster rappers of hate and destruction daring us to call them out for their blatant racism baited through politics to paralyze judgment and promote a drug-induced society of criminals and cop-hating thugs.  Is anybody surprised that Puff Daddy is in trouble or that the law is being selectively enforced?  Or was he allowed to break the law to get the goods on compromised people attending his parties for extortion rackets later? 

The damage is already obvious, I was at Liberty Center, Ohio a very nice shopping complex recently enjoying a nice day with my family.  And while in the food court was a bunch of thugs obviously raised on rap music using horrendous language and treating each other like gangs from the video game Grand Theft Auto.  And they didn’t care who heard them or what anybody thought of their social conduct.  They were obvious Lakota school students and they looked like they belonged in a music video for Puff Daddy.  I’ve warned everyone if you don’t run these losers out of these shopping complexes, then the same fate that happened to Forest Fair Mall, and Tri-County Mall will happen to Liberty Center.  Nice moms and family people don’t want to share space with these gangster rappers and their bad conduct.  They will just stop going to such places.  They don’t want to hear the bad language and witness the sorry attitudes and they will find alternatives.  Everyone has to understand that those kids were taught to be that way by Marxist elements of our culture.  It has nothing to do with racism.  If it did, then the Republican Party would be the refuge for all such discussions.  Instead, the American way of life has been under attack by the music industry to make such kids weapons of their war against America.  And instead of drafting our children into service to defend our country from the communists, the communists have drafted our kids through music to kill the concept of family.  And in so doing, to destroy the foundation of American life, the youth of tomorrow.  Those young Lakota kids have been radicalized to be weaponized terrorists against good people.  And that was the purpose of Puff Daddy and his FBI, CIA friends who empowered him.  They knew what they were doing all along.  They knew about the young girls, and the sex trafficking.  Heck, they helped facilitate the crimes, until it was to their advantage to cash in their investment and throw Puff Daddy under the bus.

If it was just about making money, the music industry would still be making music like they did with Lionel Richie, Michael Jackson, and Prince.  Marxists infiltrated the music industry purposely to weaponize it, and Puff Daddy was one of those weapons.  And they used him until they wanted to close up a loop in their story.  Puff Daddy was a creation of those who hated America, as the entire rap culture was.  It was intended to destroy a whole generation with victimized sentiments and attempt to assign to mainstream America all the sins of the Democrat Party leading up to the Civil War.  And like the mechanisms of evil everywhere, the devil lies to all and twists the words of fate to their advantage to souls entirely too trusting.  And while we accepted this rap culture to erase away sins the Democrats caused, they used that guilt to destroy our nation’s youth with gangster rap that only now people see the proper strategy, entirely too late.  And think of all the poor kids who have had their lives destroyed by Puff Daddy and his friends of malcontents.  Rap music wasn’t created as a free market necessity but as political activism by Marxists looking to steer more losers toward the Democrat Party to keep themselves in power while trying to erase their guilt in the process.  And while kids were distracted by easy sex, drugs, and anti-American culture, the true motives were shaping our political world for the worse.  And Puff Daddy was just one of the losers; the record industry itself was ripe for the corruption it unleashed.  And the weapon of war was guilt; if they could make us feel shame, just like those dumb Lakota kids at Liberty Center, nobody would do anything about it.  And allow them to destroy our culture to prove they weren’t racists.  Meanwhile, massive numbers of underaged kids have had their lives ruined forever by these destructive rap stars and their record producers.  And only now is the whole destruction apparent to see, making it necessary for us to judge once and for all. 

Rich Hoffman

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The Fading of a Purple Haze: Prince leaves the world through death, but the music will last forever

Even for me, I was a little shocked that Prince had died.  It wasn’t the loss of a person that I considered to be something scratching the surface of a oveman, but the last great loss of a great talent from the 80s. I feel worse for the modern kids who don’t know what it’s like to have James Brown, Michael Jackson and Prince all alive and making music for their society all on stage together.  With the modern record industry comparatively crushed relative to that unique period in 1983, shown below, the amount of raw talent that was enjoyed by the 80s may not be seen again for a long time.  For modern race baiters who declare that America is a racist nation, they obviously don’t know much about our history.  I am proud to say I live in a culture that produced minds like Prince, Michael Jackson and James Brown.  Prince for all his small stature of 5’ 2” made the best of it and walked around like he was 9’2”.  I always thought of him as a remarkable person and he had an impact on me that lasted.

I also thought he was a little weird—and for whatever reason, we accept culturally people who are extremely different if they are musicians.  It’s a very strange thing to watch people who pick on others for being different turn right around and wear the shirt of a famous musician that behaves in very eccentric ways.  Prince was certainly one of those people. Prince was about nine years older than I was, so as he was making his most famous music, the album “Purple Rain,” I was traveling all over the country as an Explorer in the High Adventure Boy Scout Post, 962 ran by one of my arch rival school teachers from the 7th grade.  Me and that woman hated each other, but she was access to adventure so I put up with her and spent a lot of my time from 14 to 16 years of age doing just about everything human beings could do regarding adventure, rappelling, backpacking, spelunking, and competing against others in yearly competitions at Camp Frielander in Loveland, Ohio.  It was the only thing that could have held my interest at that particular time and I thrived in that environment.  In a lot of ways Prince and I came to age at the same time in very different ways.  Both of us learned to think bigger than just being human which a lot of Prince’s songs reflected.

I was never particularly compelled by the religious leanings of Prince, but I did enjoy his otherworldly approach to life—the eternal aspect, and he seemed to accompany me everywhere during those Explorer days.  Explorer Posts are divisions of the Boy Scouts of America, but they are co-ed activities so there were always girls around—especially on the competition campouts where explorers from all over the southern Ohio region showed up to fight it out at Camp Frielander each August.  Most of the competition was fire department Explorer Posts and those from various police divisions—where young people were basically in apprenticeships for those careers.  My Explorer Post was designed to make global adventurers, and the skills I learned there I never forgot.  I always had extreme confidence and all that came to excessive fruition during this period of my life—and my antics seemed to always occur next to a Prince soundtrack.  No matter where I was, or what I was doing, Prince was on the radio or on somebody’s private boom box.  And when it came to confidence and multitasking, I looked at Prince and took some young direction.  My introduction to the Explorer Post world came at Camp Frielander where on my very first night I blew up our campfire on purpose with a homemade bomb and picked a fight with a rival Explorer Post over a girl who me and the other males all wanted.  From winning several of the events and gaining everyone’s instant attention, like Prince I had splashed onto the stage of adventure boldly.  Within a year I was giving speeches in front of massive crowds at GE Aviation in Evendale and running around the University of Cincinnati like I owned the place and I was still six to seven years younger than all the kids attending.  From Prince I learned to step in front of an audience and take charge.  With him being so short and strange, I used to watch how he handled things and I incorporated many of his social tactics to my own escapades. So I can say that Prince greatly improved my life during a key time.

Within a few years I was elected president of the Dan Beard Council for the entire Tri-State region and I eventually secured the girl that we all wanted whom I had met that first night at Camp Frielander.  But by then I had outgrown her and I had rapidly evolved beyond many of the people who were with me that first night of that summer competition.  Literally the day that I was elected, which occurred at General Electric in front of a packed house I had met another girl that I liked a lot more so I was looking for a way to get rid of the other one and her father was one of the guiding administrators for the entire Dan Beard Council in the eastern part of the country.  Later that night when I was supposed to be in fight against a bunch of kids at my school, one of them ended up dead and of course I was the key suspect—everyone in the Explorer Post community abandoned me, including all my girl friends—and Prince’s constant music was the only thing that made sense to me during that period.  It was a surreal feeling to listen to the song, “When Doves Cry” as police cars all over Cincinnati went looking for me to question me for murder.  In 24 hours I went from the top of the world to just a few steps from jail and it was very strange.  But at no time was I afraid, or did I weep for my losses.  I simply recaptured myself quickly and got back to what I did best and within a few weeks, had recovered completely and was back to my usual persuasions.

Prince was so boldly creative that he gave to my mind, which desired unlimited energy, a glance into the eternal—and that carried me to places that would soon become self-sustainable.  I outgrew Prince by the end of the 90s largely due to the fact that I did more before I was ever 19 than some people did in their entire lives. By the time that Prince did a song for Tim Burton’s 1989 Batman film, I had outgrown him—but I continued to always admire the eccentric musician.  Prince was wildly imaginative and magnificently talented and I learned a lot from him at a key time in my life—and it was clear when he died that future generations wouldn’t have the same opportunity—and for me that was the saddest aspect of the mysterious death at Prince’s Paisley Park home and studio in Minnesota.  Prince at 57 didn’t eat meat, and was pretty religious for a rock star—and he had such a tiny little body.  So diseases took a toll and if he took some drugs to alleviate the pain, he likely put himself under too much strain—and he left his body to join the focus of his otherworldly pursuits which had been a big part of his music for so long.  It was that otherworldly appeal which I always enjoyed and drew from for myself. So it didn’t surprise me that his soul just decided to leave his body one day as the body struggled under pressures only the living understand.  Prince seemed indifferent to life and death, so he obviously didn’t have much fight in him to struggle through such tribulation.  But it’s always a shock to see that someone as full of life as Prince had left the world of the living—because it seems counter to his core personality.

Death is a journey of its own, and Prince took it closing a chapter on earth that future generations will only hear about.  I learned a lot from Prince, and I am happy to say that his overman appeal to me is something I quickly mastered myself—and actually exceeded by the time I was 30 years old and had suffered through many more tragedies on the same scale as that day I was elected onto the Dan Beard Council and lost it all just a few hours later. Prince seemed at that time to be the sage from the top of a mountain who had all the answers, but it wasn’t long before I was looking down on his mountain and thinking how small he really was.  That’s not Prince’s fault, as an artist, all he did was present something to contemplate through his music—it was up to us to bring meaning to it—and I did—living the life of a boundless adventurer who didn’t know any limits.  I probably achieved more earlier because of Prince than I would have without him.  Then suddenly he was gone as quickly as he came, like a purple haze and a distant memory that will soon be forgotten like a purple rain once the sun comes back out and distracts us from the day.  Such is life—but for me, I will never forget.  He was certainly one of the best and our society won’t produce another like him likely for hundreds of years—if ever.

Rich Hoffman

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