The key to understanding Trump’s immigration executive order was to listen to Kellyanne Conway’s appearance on Fox New with Chris Wallace. The last part of the interview she really lit up and the villains of America’s restoration toward sanity were wonderfully illustrated. The “extreme vetting” at this particular time wasn’t just to fix the loose polices of the past—it is to protect us from military activity that is ongoing at this very moment in those mentioned countries and keeping retaliation from sneaking in as a method of revenge. It’s a proactive measure on the road to eliminating ISIS. As to the resistance of mainstream politicians, I’ll have a lot more to say about that later. They are beginning to gas out in Trump’s wake and starting to drag ass. But what’s important here is what the immigration order means and to understand its timing.
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Leadership is not something that can be taught in an academic institution correctly. When I think of leadership probably the best way to watch it develop was at an old Boy Scout activity I was involved in many years ago called C.O.P.E (challenging outdoor physical experience.) Today there are leadership conferences that do similar things but for me that was the best I’ve been exposed to because it capped off an unusual childhood that I had around the age of 14 years of age and launched me into my teenage years decades ahead of my peers, it is worth noting here. At C.O.P.E, myself and several other young people, guys and girls, were invited to participate in what constituted a series of obstacle courses where we had to find a way to utilize teamwork to navigate—like climbing a tall wall without a ladder or backward falling into the arms of other participants from a tall platform forcing us to trust other people—that kind of thing. But what was intended to be an exercise in developing teamwork under difficult circumstances over an entire weekend in the pouring March rain of Southern Ohio turned out to be a confirmation of the uniqueness of leadership and how it is instilled—or not—in a young mind.
As the weekend progressed I was always the one who led the activities by default and solved the most difficult problems while naturally making other people invest of themselves in the process to feel like they contributed. And the reason they listened to me—while some of the people were two years older was because I took away the guilt of their lack of leadership—but nurtured their natural inclination to do a good job which was unique to their experience and by the end of the weekend I had all the participants ready to run themselves through a brick wall by my simple request which amazed the event organizers. My participation caught the eye of the Dan Beard Council Leadership Committee and within a few months I was running for president and had won. But that lasted exactly one day because a kid was murdered at my school and I was blamed for it—which had some roots in reality. Politically the Dan Beard Council couldn’t have me at the top of their organization with my name associated with dead kids assassinated by my own personal army of youth dedicated to preserving my name—which was how the newspapers framed the incident. From there I spent the next five years using my unusual leadership ability to wreak havoc among those who dared to know me and at a very young age I had Sharonville judges and the criminal underground listening to me the way the Dan Beard Council had before. Always there were people willing to associate with the strong and I understood it from a very young age and learned not to abuse it for the benefit of whatever objective needed to be done.
I have since used that ability to do lots of things that people think are impossible which continues to this day. In my book we are still in the early chapters but it is important to understand that in regard to leadership there is a science to it that is quite obvious. Those who follow leaders are one type of people and those who naturally take charge of things around them without giving it a second thought are another. Leadership skills are the most sought after attributes that the world desires. People around the world value leadership traits in people more than gold and will literally pay anything to be near such people. As a result of my experiences I live a bit like a hermit keeping my distance because in the past as I was tweaking my own ability I found that the byproduct to people in my wake led to literal insanity, drug addiction, and lots of death because leadership for most people is the strongest kind of drug and people who don’t have that trait desire to be near it often to their own destruction. So I am very careful with my skills in this area.
Some of what makes young people into leaders is heredity but I am convinced that I could train any young person to be a good natural leader if certain things happened to them during their most conscious years from two years of age until about age 8 or 9. By then the natural inclinations of existence are set and the brain does what it has been programmed to do in the human vessel possessing it—male or female. And the key ingredient to creating such a person is to not allow their spirit to be conquered in any way during this delicate period. Babies are amazingly selfish creatures so rather than teaching young people to think of others so early out of the gate, children should be encouraged to continue developing their ability to manipulate the world around them well into those delicate years so that it becomes a natural function of their communication. By doing this, and not spanking a child for a lack of obedience but instead reasoning with them like they are grown adults forcing them to arise to whatever occasion is being discussed, then their minds will naturally evolve toward leadership ability. But the key is in not letting their mind, spirit, or body be crushed within their first decade of existence and allowing their ID to come to a nice boil on its own.
Our traditional way of raising children is the opposite, we teach obedience right out of the gate and within a few years our children are nice little dogs who sit, speak, and beg for food like a common household pet. Then we are surprised when they grow up into adults who follow around other people always looking for someone to give them food or tell them to speak—and this is most of our present society. Obviously Donald Trump was raised in a way where his personal integrity was encouraged and nurtured—which shows. He is a completely unconquered human being who has never felt the sting of an ass kicking—which is a great thing for the formation of leadership. When someone looks at another person and thinks—“they need their ass kicked,” or “they think their shit doesn’t stink,” what they are really saying is that they think such people need to be destroyed so that they can have the illusion of equality as defined by modern society. But it is precisely the lack of those elements in a child’s life that make them into great leaders later on. That’s not to say that young people shouldn’t be challenged with great rigor. But it doesn’t mean that whatever is done to the young mind—they should never have their egos crushed by those in position to do so. An older person should never crush the mind of a younger person just to satisfy the older person’s desire to be in command of another human being. And leaders should never abuse their relationship with other human beings to satisfy some inner ego boost to their authority. If leaders are raised correctly, they won’t feel a need for such things.
So in regard to Donald Trump, he clearly has this natural leadership ability and what makes him most unusual is that he has arrived this far in his life as an unconquered person. That makes him an overman—a more than human participant in the affairs of the world. If the average experience of a human being is a combination of submission and altruistic compassion—then the overman is one who lives beyond those measures. What they do my involve compassion and other respectable observations of the human condition the way a human being might not deliberately trample through a flower garden just to destroy the nicely blooming plants that reside there—but there are added layers of value that only a leader at the front of the decision-making Metaphysics of Quality can comprehend. That much was obvious from the first week of the Donald Trump presidency culminating in the personal White House meeting with Theresa May. These meetings with world leaders are easy for Trump because he possesses a natural leadership trait that even those who have similar qualities admire and he uses that for the benefit of all. Trump has learned over the years to use his ability for good and has mastered it late in life obviously under the careful understanding of a good wife who knows when to yield to it, and when to guide it with her own unique gifts which has made Donald Trump into something very special. But it’s not what he says that makes him great—it’s what he doesn’t say, or do.
Donald Trump obviously was raised correctly. His natural leadership was forged with good parenting, obvious genetic gifts intellectually, but carefully nurtured by parents who knew how to be demanding of their children without destroying them in the process by breaking them too early in life. Donald Trump’s older brother obviously didn’t make it and became a self-destructive person leading to his early death. But Donald Trump got it early on—and even though he was pushed hard in everything he ever did—he was never deliberately robbed of his natural leadership ability and crushed as a youth with an ass kicking, or an embarrassing public ridicule for which he would never recover. And what he grew into was something unique and special. But other young people could grow into the same if only we changed the way we parented children and taught them in schools. Yet before we do that we have to make a conscious effort as a society to be more than human, and to yearn to be overman in our own way—for the benefit of all the world—by first bending the world to our ID and letting that creative process become something beautiful instead of resented.
It was disgusting to watch the activist women of West Chester—the same braless bitches and hippie chick levy supporters with my own patented phrase–asses the size of car tires and diamond rings to match—how they came out against the very good man Bruce Jones, the fiscal officer in West Chester for the Board of Trustees. They do not represent all women, just as the idiots who marched in Washington D.C. over the weekend, and many other progressive cities around the world under the financial backing of George Soros. They don’t represent normal American people. It was despicable to see the way they pounced on Bruce Jones and how the media in lock step with them jumped on the band wagon siding with the Democratic Party of Butler County (all two of them) to attempt to silence the speech of a grown man—and seek openly to destroy him professionally and publicly.
I know how Bruce feels—I’ve had the same idiots come after me for similar reasons. The progressive Democrats in Butler County can’t win on their merit so they have to try to tear down people they see as a challenge. Even worse, Trustee Lee Wong fanned the flames demanding that Bruce apologize to these obvious leftist radicals who aligned themselves with the likes of Madonna threatening to blow up the White House with her thoughts, and the complete lunatic Ashley Judd. And Channel 5, 9 and most of the major newspapers in town piled on with the blood lust of zombie fanatics that would have made the Walking Dead proud. What was Bruce’s crime against these goofy unchained lunatic women hiding their radicalism behind their gender as a shield protecting them from retaliation? Well, look below for the Facebook exchanges and read for yourself what got Bruce in so much trouble.
When you read what was said to Bruce and how he defended himself the hypocrisy is quite obvious. Many men are really getting sick of being condemned because they possess testosterone habits and happen to be “white,” and god forbid if they have sizable bank accounts—because in the world of these leftist lunatics such a person is the devil himself. Bruce was getting sick of being called names just because he exists—the marchers he referred to didn’t just attack Donald Trump—they were attacking masculinity itself. I know I’m sick of it—I have been for a long time. And we are told by all these media outlets that we’re just supposed to sit down and shut up while these fat-assed idiots belittle our president whom we worked very hard to get into office to fix all the mistakes they helped create over several decades. And we are supposed to take it and not fight back in the least. Yet when we do fight back and treat them equally, the same way we would a man—they play the woman card and hide behind their progressive press like a bunch of cowards—the same way those same women hide behind their children when it’s time for a school levy or a charity event. I call those types of people latté sipping prostitutes because they sell themselves for a latté in their social circles and have no value for who does what in the real world to start businesses and produce wealth. They are what is called in the philosophy of Objectivism “second handers” because they leech off the lives of other people for everything in their lives. And in the case of these particular liberal activists, they hide their neurosis behind the collectivism of womanhood and use progressive politics as a shield against judgment.
This is precisely why I’m not in any kind of elected office, so that I can have the freedom to tell these idiots what a bunch of parasites they are. If a bunch of women can dress themselves up as vaginas and protest Donald Trump with great fanfare, then they can suffer the ramifications of judgment—because if they really want equality then they can get it right back when they make assess of themselves. And people like Bruce don’t have to shut their mouths just because the activists are women. If Bruce thinks the activist are a bunch of insane lunatics—he has a right to say it—because the latté sipping prostitutes certainly don’t hold back their opinions when it comes to men. And that is something that will change because intolerance works both ways—and radical, leftist, lunatic, latte sipping prostitute, levy supporting women, can’t have it both ways.
Here’s what’s going on, it’s an election year in West Chester and liberal activists are looking for any excuse possible to tear down the strong Republican coalition that exists among the West Chester trustees, Lee Wong excluded. So progressives assisted by the mainstream media are doing precisely what is happening to Donald Trump nationally, and they are trying anything to be relevant again. Lee is dreaming of the days when he and Cathy Stoker ran the trustees in West Chester with a liberal fist. Bruce ran unopposed in the last election and Democrats are hoping to inspire someone to challenge him in the next election. But what Bruce will learn is what I did years ago when I went through the same thing for much the same reason–that men and women both will thank him at gas pumps, restaurants and stores for holding his ground against these progressive assaults. Because that’s all that is going on–and you can tell who the enemy is by who came out against him. He didn’t do anything wrong. But a lot of people did wrong to him.
Just for the class to understand this is a woman:
These are radical leftist women using their gender as a weapon:
Women need to be celebrated. Crazy lunatics need to be criticized heavily.
In case there are people who haven’t figured it out yet, Donald Trump often puts out controversial comments—such as talking about the number of illegal immigrants who voted against him in the popular vote—or discussing that he will send the feds to Chicago if they don’t get their homicide rate down—when he’s really about to do some big thing such as launch construction of the Keystone Pipeline or committing resources to building the border wall between Mexico and the United States, as he did today. He is the absolute opposite of Obama who used to say nice things in public then do bad things behind the scenes with sinister intentions. Donald Trump says crazy things in public getting everyone to discuss those adolescent topics in a frenzy as he does very carefully planned strategic activity behind the scenes. What has resulted, and what we can expect going forward, is fury of executive activity that will put to shame any previous president. What we have now is a president whose primary hobby is working and he’s in a dream land of his own making—he’s retired from private sector life, he has infinite resources to work with virtually, and he literally has a pile of work to do that will never run out. While the press is still stuck on things Trump might have said three days ago or three weeks ago, they miss the details of the latest big action he is now taking daily and not even a multi-station 24 hour a day news cycle can keep up with him. The Trump administration is running circles around the media and the established politicians and there is absolutely no sign of slowing down. And Trump is just getting a feel for the job.
I was surprised to learn that I played during 2016 on the Playstation 4 game system 784 hours’ worth of gaming—344 alone on the popular Star Wars game Battlefront. I also read several books in 2016, played with my grandkids a lot—binge watched many Netflix series with my wife—traveled—worked with my many hobbies which included Cowboy Fast Draw. I didn’t think I played Playstation so much, but as you can see the hours do add up. The reason all that is remarkable is that I work an average of 12 hours professionally every day, sometimes even on the weekends—and I do quite a lot of work from home. I’m a very busy person and I squeeze out of every day as much as possible. I don’t sleep much. On weekends for instance I get up around 4:30 AM to start my day and I usually don’t go to bed until around 11 PM or even midnight.
I point all that out because honestly I love to work—and I love to play—and my days are full and I get a lot done. With Donald Trump I don’t think he has many hobbies—I don’t think he plays Playstation—or reads many books—but I think he loves to work and is willing to do it 18 to 19 hours a day which adds up to a lot of productive endeavor. I also think that in the private sector he got bored a lot. His company started jobs and finished jobs and in between there were things to do, approve and scrutinize plans, zoning problems and other issues. Occasionally he would be able to attend court and sue somebody or defend a lawsuit against him—but after 30 years of this ebb and flow he was looking for the ultimate challenge since he had mastered all that other stuff—and something where the workload never diminished. So he ran for president.
Now Donald Trump is in a dream job, he has a good office to work from, resources where the American people have assumed the risk, and he can do what he loves to do most—his ultimate hobby—making deals each hour on the hour if he wants to—and the work never goes away. While some men of 70 might retire to the basement to work on model trains or build ships inside a bottle—Trump just wants to make deals because that is his hobby and it just so happens that being president of the United States requires lots of deal making. So he’s very happy and truly in his element perhaps for the first time in his life—and he’s done pretty well up to this point.
So here Donald Trump is with a pile of work to do and seven days a week, 24 hours a day to do it, and he’s looking across his desk already in the Oval Office and he sees politicians like Nancy Pelosi and Chuck Schumer winded by the increased activity—and he knows how to play this game with all the joy of a young boy. Only this work needs to be done on behalf of the American people. He is quite literally catching America up on over 200 years of neglect. So everyone is happy except for the people who got into politics to have an easy job.
I would dare say that most elected representatives on Capitol Hill only do about 5 hours of work per day and the same holds true for their various staffs. Even with the interns who do most of the bill reading, there are lots of opportunities for leisure, so there are many lost production hours each week that go unfulfilled in Washington D.C. By the time they arrive at their offices—get their coffee—read a few emails—have a few meetings then take an hour or more for lunch, then return to their offices for whatever they have planned in the afternoon—5 PM comes quickly and everyone goes home uneventfully only to return the next day to do it all over again. They get used to things taking a long time in Washington D.C. because nobody really expects to ever do anything. But Trump isn’t like that. He expects to accomplish things and he expects to do new things the next day.
It will be very interesting to watch how long the media and the politicians will try to keep up with Donald J. Trump. This horse race just started and Trump is already pulling way out in front and he continues to throw things back at his boot lickers and social parasites to divert their attention away to easily digestible topics suited for their limited intellect while he works on his infinite pile of blissful work unencumbered by their lack of understanding. It is neat to watch for a lot of reasons. It’s nice to see a president who truly loves to work for one—but it’s nice to see that pile that’s been sitting there for decades of things that needed to be done actually getting attention. There is no way to know what happens next—but at least work is happening—and that’s always a good thing for a productive country full of people in need of that necessity for output.
There has never been a First Lady like Melania Trump—and her presence in the White House over these next few years will alone boost the morale of the American way of life. I have watched a lot of these inaugurations and I have read about many others throughout history and there was never a woman with the grace of Melania Trump to do the job as well as the current First Lady has and will be doing.
I have hated Barack Obama and how he ran the Executive Branch over the last eight years, but I’ll have to say, when Melania brought Michelle Obama a nice present upon their meeting before the inauguration, I actually didn’t hate the Obamas so much. Melania did everything during the inauguration with such grace and class that she even melted away the extreme anger I had for the Obamas with just the simple exchange of a present.
I hate to think that whatever Melania gave Michelle from Tiffany’s in New York might be thrown away and abused with hatred from one administration toward the next because I think Melania’s actions were genuine. I think she really likes Michelle Obama and wanted to give her something to feel better about leaving behind the only thing that gave her value in life—the White House. Without the executive office, the Obamas are just regular people and that obviously bothers Michelle Obama. However, Melania seemed to understand even though her life was like stepping out of Heaven itself bearing gifts for a mortal job in the White House to restore the nation back to health with her love. So even though she couldn’t relate to Michelle’s condition, she was sympathetic to it and she brought a nice gift hoping to ease the pain—and hopefully that was appreciated. Because when I saw it I thought it was very classy.
Over the following days Donald Trump went right to work like I always thought he would, starting the process of repealing Obamacare, getting rid of TPP, getting the Keystone and Dakota pipelines rolling, meeting with Elon Musk and many other business leaders hoping to infuse optimism back into the investment market. Right after that meeting he had another with union leaders of all people and started a very complicated process of changing demographic voting patterns. Donald Trump put out a wage freeze for federal employment and started working toward massive budget cuts and he did it with all the gusto that we’ve come to expect out of a guy who had a top rated television show on NBC doing just what he was doing now in the White House. So why wouldn’t he be successful?
But Melania Trump is something else all together—a class act in every way you can imagine and we’ve only really witnessed her for a few days—most notably on the inauguration. Before that she was a bit of a mystery as she stayed off the campaign trail and out of the lime light to care for her 10-year-old son Barron. And as I watched Melania and her husband Donald walk in the parade up to the White House very gracefully looking like the most perfect runway model of high fashion even after more than 10 hours in high heel shoes, her son Barron walked awkwardly like a giant from some other land brought down out of the tower of his birth into the world below to save it from itself. He awkwardly waved to the crowd obviously still getting used to his large framed body for such a young boy—but was running purely on the power of his mother’s love. Melania would nurture him along like Bambi’s mother from the classic Disney film with a simple smile. Enemies of President Trump looked for ways to take shots at the mother and child mistaking such moments as weakness. But the big President Trump so sure of himself didn’t worry about mother and child—but used the occasion to harden the young man into his own kind of inauguration into manhood. And what better way for a little boy to be introduced to the public but in a presidential parade with his parents urging him alone at his own pace.
Melania was ultimately the architect of the event and both Donald Trump and the rest of the family followed her lead with great class. The more you watch the Trumps the more you realized that Melania as even the third wife of Donald J. Trump was the one who gave the brash New York businessman his grounding into life. She was likely as responsible for him being President as all the hard work he put into it on his own. The meaning for much of his efforts was reflected in his wife’s face. And I don’t think that Donald Trump would disagree with me upon reading any of this. He might not talk about it in a self-reflective way—because he’s not like that. But watching them in that Saturday church service right after the inauguration, after all the class from the balls the night before—Melania shed real tears while the chorus played “How Great Thou Art.” Trump was moved as well in his way but it was Melania who provoked the lead toward a standing ovation. If you watch those two people carefully Donald Trump listens to that classic song with his arms crossed keeping his emotions in check—the way men typically do. I do the same. There’s not room for crying in life if you’re a man—because the little grandchildren and children behind him want to know that Dad can face anything without fear. That is expected in all people—whether or not they get that as a reality—everyone desires such things. But then Melania not fettered by social constraints of stoicism wiped away tears gracefully and it was obvious she was deeply touched which indicates the quality of the soul inside her beautiful body. Melania isn’t just an ex-fashion model—she’s a deep person and in that depth she lives for bigger things.
There are phonies out there, lots of them who are soulless leeches and pretend to go to these kinds of events and feel passion for what they witness. But when you talk to them in person you find out they are like the characters from the Netflix series House of Cards. The Trumps aren’t like that. They are real and what they feel is genuine—which is reflected in what they do day in and day out. Melania for over ten years has lived in that golden palace atop the New York skyline coming down only occasionally for the needed social visit. But now she’s down for a while to help the nation heal after many years of degradation—and what she brings with her is an untarnished innocence given to her by a man who lovers her, a son who needs her, and family who counted on her to give them a solid groundwork to build a family off of. Without her, I doubt Donald Trump would be president or any of them would be in the position they were in at that church ceremony. And she knows the weight she carries, yet she never broke a sweat or showed a crack in her resolve—because she knew it was time now for her to give those gifts to the world in a way that only she could. What a remarkable woman in the classiest definition possible. She is just what America needed—and just in time.
As I watched carefully Ashley Judd’s maniacal meltdown at the Washington Mall on January 21, 2017, and listened to Madonna discuss to the world that she had been thinking about blowing up the White House, then watched all the footage coming in from the half million participants not only in Washington D.C. but also in L.A., Denver, New York, London and Paris—as well as many other progressive cities I thought of the River Liffy in Dublin Ireland. One of my favorite authors, James Joyce dealt with what ails those protesters of Donald Trump very well in the classic novel, Finnegan’s Wake. In the country the River Liffy is small, clean and inviting—like the youth of a woman. By the time that river gets to the city of Dublin however it is wide, and dirty as everyone upstream had let their garbage be captured by the water’s flow. The next destination is the open sea where the water’s contents spill into the immense collectivism of the ocean only to be evaporated back to heaven to someday rain down back across Ireland to begin the process again. That Ashley Judd is not the same woman who appeared nude in several movies, namely Bug,Norma Jean & Marilyn, and Normal Life. That Madonna was not the same singing sensation who had masturbated on stage during her concerts, flashed her breasts to the crowd and earned her money as an 80s sex symbol. Those were the acts of much younger River Liffy’s well upstream before they were dirtied up by their rough lives lived only to be middle-aged rejects which nobody was any longer interested in. The world and the men in it was ready for that dirty water to be recycled back into the ocean as their eyes wander upstream to the clear water of a young River Liffy not yet contaminated by the touches of mankind—and all the world dreams of being the first to drink from her waters.
There was sheer panic the day after Trump’s inauguration as the 45th president of the United States and the world watched in horror not just what the new president said and did—but how well his wife Melania conducted herself and the other Trump women, the wives of Don Jr. Eric, and of course the two Donald Trump daughters Ivanka and Tiffany. These young women are not Paris Hilton train wrecks who threw themselves at every party available and for which many men have naked cell phone pictures of which they pass around like baseball cards when they were kids. These were good young ladies and very beautiful. And they are smart, conduct themselves like a river that was able to avoid the big cities and all their garbage. If you really peeled back the protests around the world toward Donald Trump the most anger was toward a name never even spoken—to the new First Lady Melania Trump. Why did she have to be so beautiful, so flawless, and so fortunate? Why did she have to be so perfect? Melania walked all day up and down steps during the inauguration in high heels and she never looked like she was in pain. When she walked the parade route she was in the same shoes she had worn all day and she never looked like a fatigued person in any way. She walked like she had learned to do on a catwalk in Paris when she had been a young fashion model. She moved her hips evenly, her right hand crossed just enough across her body then back again like the arm of a grandfather clock finely tuned—evenly and with great grace. While women everywhere should have been proud to see such a wonderful woman enter the White House progressives who have ruined their bodies over the years with hard living and let the garbage of collectivism dirty up their lives howled in rage at their lack of ability to live up to the lofty image Melania set during the inauguration ceremonies in Washington D.C. on January 20th.
A new standard was being set from the American White House and women as far away as Sydney and London were voicing their opinions. This wasn’t what they were told was going to happen as they got older and learned that the world likes to drink from the waters of rivers—upstream. Melania Trump in her life had found a way to avoid the garbage people normally throw into a river as it flows through their towns and cities dumping all their waste into its water’s. Progressive women thought they were going to be safe as they sometimes dirtied their own waters recklessly as young women jumping into every town and let every young lad piss into her as they saw fit as they laughed like idiots along the way thinking themselves rebels—because the progressive world promised them some kind of filtration plant once they hit the city—a lowered bar of expectation—that people would still want to swim in their waters as they neared the sea—or their last stop in life through Dublin. (Metaphorically speaking of course) But that’s not what happened—Melania Trump is now the new first lady not just in America but for the world and the bar went up leaving these people who have managed their lives poorly to be alone with their bad decisions.
Behind the progressive desire to reduce the grip toxic masculinity has on the world—which is now taught on college campuses these days—is their hatred of this cycle of rivers and women in the world. Women don’t want to live in fear as they get older and their men no longer want to have sex with them—and year by year they find themselves more and more alone as their husbands look to the younger waters of the River Liffy—where the mistakes of their married lives are not yet being carried downstream—where a man can look into those clear waters and see the bottom—through a reflection of themselves. Since Melania Trump married Donald she did not run around the New York social scene looking to interact with every dirty mind she could—she was content to sit atop Trump Tower with her son Barron and live quietly with her husband—and they lived clean lives without alcohol, smoking, or hard living—and it shows on her face. She’s done that for over ten years from her mid thirties to now her mid forties and the effects have been stunning, and the world noticed.
Progressive—communist activists like Michael Moore were quick to pat themselves on the back and say—see—we have more people who want to stand against Donald Trump than were willing to stand with him on Inauguration Day. The world made itself heard and they would not stand for Donald Trump. He was on notice. Progressives even fantasized that what they had witnessed during the worldwide “women’s march” was more powerful than the Tea Party which launched the Donald Trump presidency in the first place. They thought—“wonderful, now we know we can take back the White House in 2020.” But all of those people were wrong. Because by then the world will be a very different place—and it won’t be the antics of Donald Trump as much as it will be the women he surrounds himself with. You see, President Trump is likely the most openly appreciative Republican to ever hold office of women. He loves to see women do well. And doing well doesn’t mean you have to be a fashion model. It is possible to look in the mirror and see an elephant’s ass, and still be successful if you have a personality which compliments your essence. However, men do look at a woman and can see what radiates from the soul through physical features. If a woman is ugly inside, all the makeup in the world can’t save her and progressives have attempted to attack these very human foundations of personal assessment by becoming hippie braless bitches who wear their dirty water like a badge of honor then yell at the world not to judge them. Well—it doesn’t work.
Melania Trump is proof that older women don’t have to look like the dirty water of the River Liffy as it passes through Dublin. They don’t have to be gorgeous on the outside so much as they need to have it going on the inside. But the Trump women in general have all the cylinders clicking in unison and millions of young girls will look to this Trump White House for the kind of inspiration that progressives have been trying to destroy for years—the judgment of those Rivers Liffy who have seen it all and done it all, and are rejected as dirty water at the end of their lives. To the typical progressive they never take responsibility for their own actions—so they continue to make the same mistakes over and over again. But the fault is their own—and now there is a high bar they have to measure themselves against—and they don’t like it.
They can be mad at Donald Trump but honestly this is part of Making American Great Again. Our women are our foundations—they are our girlfriends, our wives—our mothers and before we can be a healthy nation once again—our women have to get their act together and stop acting like Ashley Judd and Madonna during their youth—making themselves dirty, and scummy later in life. Progressive activists of the women type have to learn that they can’t hide their bad behavior behind the collectivism of a social movement then turn their weapons of a big mouth toward the inclinations of manhood for justice. They just need to take care of themselves in mind and body and nurture the world to its gradual health—instead of bitching like a bunch of losers who are just too lazy to try to be as good as the wonderful women who are now part of the White House culture.
It looks like the Trump inauguration scared all the progressive groups—feminists, socialists, government employees, union workers, what’s left of the Democratic Party, Hollywood actors, losers and in many cases combinations of all those categories. So there are larger demonstrators in the various cities—particularly Washington D.C., than were originally planned for—which isn’t necessarily a bad thing. By the look of many of them, they could use some walking because they need the exercise. The truth of the matter as I listened to a few of their speeches is that there are some happy men at home—boyfriends and husbands because their women are gone marching and not talking their heads off. Likely those grateful men will vote for Trump in 2020 because he gave them a Saturday afternoon free of the neurotic, fearful progressives gripping desperately to the failures of the past. There were some pretty good college basketball games on during this march and the men were able to enjoy those games while their protester women were working off some extra weight on the Washington Mall. So everyone won.
I will explain this with a nice little essay. But in short, there are a lot of progressives in D.C., and all major cities. https://t.co/L5bhfpA2ee
But the news media wanted to compare the crowd size of Trump’s inauguration numbers to Obama and these progressive women attending essentially a free Madonna concert. Those women obviously forgot that Madonna offered free blow jobs to their men hoping to get them to vote for Hillary—which didn’t work. (CLICK HERE TO REVIEW) But like a bunch of idiots they forgave Madonna and went to listen to her old liberal ass bloviate like a used tampon. It wasn’t the Washington D.C. culture that showed up to the inauguration—it was out-of-town people who went with great expense to D.C. to see their guy become president. The nutty government worker from Fairfax fearful that they might lose their job under a Trump administration once the federal budget cuts come were highly motivated to hit the Mall on Saturday as opposed to the rain on Friday—because they are with like-minded people at the Madonna concert. On Friday it was those scary people from the farmlands of Ohio, Indiana and Kentucky that were there—and they certainly didn’t want to be around them. So they showed up on Saturday.
Another thing that hurt the crowd for Trump were that leftist radicals running around the streets of D.C. near K-Street attacking Trump supporters, burning cars and breaking out windows—and they were allowed to do it. I know many people who didn’t want to go to Washington D.C., because they were concerned over the potential for violence. So that combined with the spotty rain reduced the size of the crowds—but that didn’t matter. Trump had a great inauguration and it was one for the history books. After all, he came to Washington to “drain the swamp” and these protestors are the murky ones who live off what’s in that dirty water.
The Trump administration will prove to be one of the best for women rights—and his background proves that to be the case. The protesters around the country hiding behind this Women’s March largely acting out of fear fanned on by the mainstream media and many other progressive outlets hoping to stop what Trump talked about in his Inauguration Address. After a few years, they will be voting for Donald Trump and not marching around as they are now fearful of tomorrow. They will at that time learn that they are pawns to a larger game and they’ll be ashamed for the role they played in it.
So men, enjoy the day off from those noisy people who share your beds—hopefully they come back in better shape and quieter. If all goes well, you may get a few days of peace and quiet while they recover. But for Trump supporters, don’t worry about the numbers. That’s all the swamp dwellers have and if they all didn’t mostly live nearby in progressive communities—they wouldn’t be attending. After all, when you start draining that swamp, the alligators won’t be happy. And by the size of the mouth of a lot of the protesters, the alligators are already out of the water.
It was literally trash day on my street today and I couldn’t help but think of that metaphor as Donald Trump was inaugurated as the 45 president of the United States. As good as the ceremonies were, the best thing for me was seeing Barack Obama whist away into the oblivion of the trash dump removed from the White House and left valueless with only his title as a former president remaining—which for him will soon be meaningless like a lot of the trash I put at the end of my driveway each week. It has been a good day as before the ceremonies even started we received these very nice inauguration glasses in the mail which we used during the swearing-in. Additionally my wife special ordered her favorite candy in the world, Divinity from Gatlinburg, Tennessee shipped to us just for this occasion to enjoy throughout the day. One of my daughters was able to come over to watch the main events as my wife and I ended the day at Uno’s in West Chester with friends and people who had been in the trenches with us for many years. The overall feeling about everything had that refreshing feeling you get when you take out the trash allowing you to separate from things you don’t want in your house—and Barack Obama for at least six years was one of those items I was so very happy to see put to the curb.
As I watched the events of the day I couldn’t help but think I was witnessing the physical manifestation of the song by Highly Suspect called “Hello, My Name is Human.” As Trump took the oath I kept hearing the lines, “I’m up off my knees, girl–I’m face to face with myself–I stole my power from the sun—I am more than just a man.” I do like that song! A lot. But particularly that third part of it where the narrative had eclipsed the terrestrial limits of human existence and moved beyond the limits of our experience—to become more than worldly limits allow. Literally, the trend of Washington D.C. culture has been for everyone to get on their knees and worship at the alters of the powerful—but with Trump—he came to town clearly larger than anybody and now literally he was looming over everything with a perspective that was more than human.
The trend continued in reverse as I reflected on the concert in front of the Lincoln Memorial which for me was deeply emotional because it had a theme that was very obvious. When 3 Doors Down sang Kryptonite as an obvious nod to Superman—the super hero, and that was followed by several acts featuring Ravi Drums performing some fabulous solo drum exhibitions I could see a not so subtle plot emerging—a message from Trump to the rest of us. Again, the theme was “solo” efforts at taking small things and overcoming limits to become bigger—like the Trump presidency. As I watched Ravi and the other acts I could literally hear the most diehard liberals from the entertainment community screaming at what they were seeing—the power of the individual being unleashed through the Executive Branch.
With Obama it was the theme of progressivism—we are all nothing unless we are united together—which is the trash we just kicked to the curb. As the presidents gathered to watch Trump take the oath the evidence was palatable. Trump’s inauguration speech was literally a symbol of mankind rising to some new individual height that stepped well beyond the limits of our past where we were all chained in bondage to the orders of our “betters.” Trump had arrived and not even past presidents sitting right next to him could eclipse that light he had gained from the metaphorical “sun.” Here was a man who had never been on his knees for anybody taking the Executive Office–who just 12 hours prior had brought Kellyanne Conway on stage to thank her for all her hard work and then called her “baby” as she stepped off the stage. The political left melted into oblivion. How could a man who was president of the United States be such a chauvinist—a capitalist loving monument of freedom who didn’t need any of them—the answer is that Trump was never a groveling fool begging for his way through life. He’s always been face to face with himself and that drives the order of the past insane.
Most of the European wars that have taken place since the Roman Empire left the shores of England were over the control of populations and what religion they would adhere to. Even when Catholics had their grip on England the Protestants led by Martin Luther were proposing that Rome was not in control of man’s connection to God which only increased as the printing press made personal Bibles more of a household item—decentralizing the church in ways they were never comfortable with. So wars would break out within countries and with other lands essentially to focus the efforts of nations on a unified religion. Even before the Roman Empire, it was these kinds of state sponsored challenges which inspired people to kneel before a king, a god, or an ancient past where these heroes paved the way for lesser people to exist. Then along came America to challenge all that but even then our European roots possessed many of the previous 44 presidents in ways that made them run the Executive Branch with more pomp than circumstance. A few former presidents touched the face of greatness (the sun) and generated their own otherworldly reference—but most were content to bow on their knees and face their god—and leave things there. Not Trump.
The Air Force One planes that Trump and his family departed from looked small—they didn’t fit his personality—just as the wide shots during the inauguration made the former presidents look like an old shoe that Trump had grown out of as a youth. Donald Trump is the oldest inaugurated president yet he looks and acts like a man of 35—he doesn’t seem elderly, feeble in any way, or even limited. He has unshakeable confidence and a belief in his ability to literally do anything. There has never been a president like that. This is a very new experience. But even as I say that, the whole event wasn’t about Trump—it was about us.
I have never enjoyed a firework display like I did the one at the Lincoln Memorial with the Trump family standing on the steps as the “Battle Hymn of the Republic” played. We don’t have a democracy—we have a republic and when the people who run that republic have never been on their knees in obligation to anything—and they expect to give the people of that republic the same transcendence—the human race just evolved from something that belongs in the trash to something of great value—an empty vessel ready to be filled with the succulence of Americanism spawned forth by the 45th president, just as the wonderful inauguration glass had brought me great joy and many fine wines during the swearing-in ceremony.
And as the garbage man came to pick up our trash in front of our house I listened to the song “Hello, I am Human” over and over as the lights from the truck lit up the early morning pre-dawn hours with promise—we were throwing out those days of kneeling before our “gods” our “betters” in Washington D.C. and we were as a nation facing ourselves—standing—with the power of the sun for literally the first time in human history and we were saying with a salute to the American flag—“Hello, we are now—human.”
I would have expected more television coverage of the very good concert in honor of Donald Trump’s inauguration at the Lincoln Memorial even though the political left was boycotting and even harassing talent promising to perform. Well, look for yourself dear reader. The Mall in Washington D.C. was filled all the way beyond the Monument for a Thursday night concert. The talent I thought was great. Three Doors Down played Kryptonite and several other acts did some wonderful work that served as a wonderful metaphor for Trump himself–musicians that made simple instruments like pianos and drums sound like full symphony orchestras. So if you haven’t seen this wonderful concert–here it is, and share it with others–because it was a special evening.
To the protestors who are laying down in front of the Trump presidency hoping with all hope that they will somehow be successful in holding on to their progressive political gains won over the years—they are about to be flattened by inertia. I would refer them back to a video I did over seven years ago called A Whip Stunt to Save America. In that video I made it quite clear that I had been up to that time willing to live in co-existence with them. But I added that I didn’t think they belonged in America—because obviously, they were inclined toward socialism and in the United States—socialism has always been a big no, no. So as Alec Baldwin, Michael Moore and the current liberal mayor of New York screamed about holding their gains against the intrusion of a Trump presidency—they fail to realize that they already had lost them years ago. Trump is the result of that loss as many people like me just got tired of hearing the arguments made by liberals who were trying to change America into something I despise—a more metrosexual utopia of socialist loving lazy idiots who expect the state to do all their thinking for them. That is not the American way and progressives have insisted to infringe themselves on people like me who were getting sick and tire of it—so things were never going to go well for them. A breaking point was coming—they just refused to understand it.
Listening to complete socialist radicals—literally—hammer Trump’s cabinet picks over the last couple of days it was clear that America didn’t have room for both points of view. Socialists and capitalists do not belong together—their philosophies are incompatible—and I’m not about to yield to them, and they obviously have no intention to yield to me—based on their track record. And when given an option I favor for president, look how they’ve behaved. With them, it is win or destroy—there is no middle ground. Over the many years in dealing with these socialist types from the Democratic Party they have let us compromise with them, then they’ve given no ground—they’ve only taken it. So at a certain point, we were going to take everything away from them because what they gained—they never earned. They stole it.
Nobody cares if 60 or a 1000 Democrats boycott the Trump inauguration. Someone else will sit in those empty seats. Obviously, as the inauguration ceremonies unveil themselves—the world has moved on and is enjoying Donald Trump. Only the leftists are the ones crying—and they are what make up the mainstream media—and nobody on my side has one ounce of sympathy for them because when the shoe was on the other foot—they spit in our eye and they went after our jugulars. As a result they have lost their platform of uniformity. Nobody wants to listen to them any more from the conservative side and that trajectory will continue to distance itself from the socialist sympathizers who have had a voice in our American government for too long. These protestors of Trump’s inauguration don’t understand that people on the other side are never going to join them or work with them again. They have lost their friends from the other side and gradually, the differences will become more and more obvious resulting in a complete destruction of the Democratic Party.
So as Democrats watch people celebrate the Trump presidency over the next few days with great horror reflected in their observations, they should know that it’s not just Donald Trump people are celebrating—it’s the end of the Democratic Party. In 2010 when I did my Whip Stunt video I was already thinking what’s happening now—liberals just don’t belong in America. Now they are free to jump ship and to become capitalists and if they do—we can all live in peace. But they don’t have a seat at the table any more in servicing the end of America as they have obviously been doing since Barack Obama was elected. They tried to drag us kicking and screaming to their side of the political aisle, and now it’s time for revenge—and it is a lot easier to destroy then to build. So for everything they have built as progressives over the last 100 years, it is expected by me to have all that destroyed over the next few years. What I expect to see is a return of American toward an open capitalist society that is proud of the money it makes and the morality that comes with it. And the socialists are not welcome to the table of debate.
I normally don’t celebrate events like this, because they are transitory events that don’t often carry much weight against the scope of history. But for Trump, I am celebrating, and I will be doing it most of the weekend. Trump being president is a decision against progressivism and it has been part of my thinking for over a decade. It was around 2012 that I realized that the answer to many of the government problems were to inject businessmen into politics as opposed to more lawyers who become politicians just to pay for their law degrees. I had around that time been to John Boehner’s office in West Chester asking why the United States was still funding the United Nations—because they obviously didn’t have our interests in mind—and I was asking why congress was letting Obama get away with the many terrible things he was doing—specifically making appointments during Holiday recesses—and abusing executive orders—then getting lame answers from Boehner—I had, had enough. When John Kasich—the governor of Ohio shook my hand personally and told me that education reform takes time—then turned around just a few months later and voted to expand Medicaid so that he could set up exchanges with Obamacare for federal money—I decided that the whole system needed to change direction—so I put my support behind Donald Trump—as did many millions of others for the same reasons. And now things will change, and that is something worth celebrating.
So as the coverage of the protests are shown on television, the reality is that they will have no impact on changing anything. If they lay down in front of Trump they will be run over and nobody will cry over their carcass. They are a hated group of anti-American radicals—and there is no room for their philosophy. They took several steps against traditional America and now it’s time to pay for it. And by the look of the crowds at the inauguration for Trump—if 40,000 Democrats boycotted the event—nobody will even notice. That’s how things stand as Donald Trump settles down in the Blair House for his first night in Washington D.C.
And a note to the Dems. Don’t threaten violence. You can’t back up the backlash that will come back at you 20 times worse. There is nothing scary about a bunch of old hippie girly men and feminazi radicals supported by the snowflake Millennials. We tried talking to you. I am personally done with it. So proceed with caution.
