Giants in Ohio: The Hidden History of the Human Race!

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I found a unique treasure at the 2009 Mothman Festival at Point Pleasant in, West Virginia while on a trip with my wife. It’s a map of paranormal activity in the State of Ohio called Hidden Ohio. It features Ancient American sites, haunted locations, sacred geography, scenic byways, strange creatures, unexplained mysteries, and unique sites.

It was on this map that I noticed two sites where giant human beings were discovered. One location was just outside of Cleveland, and the other was just south of Cincinnati. The below picture I don’t believe is real, but it gives you an idea. I am currently looking for the private citizens that have these discovered bones. In both cases the bones of the giant humans were 8 to 10 feet tall. Prior to seeing those excavation sites on that map, I had never heard of giant humans in an actual historical sense.

Below is a history of the giant bones discovered in North America. Some of the bones are without question stuck in drawers at museums. But most are in the hands of private collectors. I would love to see them for myself.

Historical North American Giants

1792 New York, Buffalo: Turner’s History of the Holland Purchase reports that 7 and 8 foot skeletons were found at an earthen fort in Orleans county with broad flat topped skulls.

1800 Ohio, Conneaut: Among the normal size skeletons found in the remains of mounds were found gigantic bones. Some of the skulls and jaws were large enough to fit over the head and face of a normal man

1821 Tennessee, White County: An ancient fortification contained skeletons of gigantic stature averaging at least 7 feet in length.

1825 Ohio Valley: David Cusick, a Tuscorora by birth, wrote that among the legends of the ancient people of the stock, there was a powerful tribe called Ronnongwetowanca. They were giants, and had a “considerable habitation.” When the Great Spirit made the people, some of them became giants. After a time, and having endured the outrages of these giants, it is said that the people banded together, and through the final force of about 800 warriors, successfully annihilated the abhorrent Ronnongwetowanca. After that, it was said that there were no giants anywhere. This was supposed to have happened around 2,500 winters before Columbus discovered America, around 1000 BC.

1829 Ohio, Chesterville: In digging away a mound where a hotel was to be built, a large human skeleton was found, but no measurements were made. It is related that the jawbone was found to fit easily over that of a citizen of the village. The local physicians examined the cranium and found it proportionately large, with more teeth than the white race of today. The skeleton was taken to Mansfield, and has been lost sight of entirely.

1833 California, Lompock Rancho: Soldiers digging at Giant Lompock Rancho, California, discovered a male skeleton 12 feet tall. Carved shells, stone axes, and other artifacts surrounded the skeleton. The skeleton had double rows of upper and lower teeth. Unfortunately, this body was secretly buried when local Indians became upset about the remains.

1835 Illinois, Lake County: In the numerous mounds in the county, skeletons ranging between 7 and 8 feet are discovered.

1845 Virginia: A human jaw bone of great size was uncovered in a burial mound on which the teeth stood transversely in the jawbone.

1849 New York: From “Illustrations of the Ancient Monuments of Western New York” comes the report that an elliptical mound above near the Conewango Valley held eight big skeletons. A thigh bone was found to be 28” long. Exquisite stone points, enamelwork, and jewelry were found. Also discovered in the area were a number of other large skeletons one almost 9 feet in height.

1850 New York: From the History of Allegany County in 1879 a report that very large human bones were uncovered during excavation for the railroad

1851 New York: A skull rib bone, and shinbone were found that indicated the height to be over 8 feet tall.

1856 West Virginia, Wheeling: A human skeleton was discovered by labourers while ploughing a vineyard measuring almost 11 feet tall.

1858 Ohio, Vermillion Township: Skeletons of a race of beings much larger than the local inhabitants were discovered.

1870 Ohio: In Brush Creek Township a large mound contained skeltal remains of several humans up to nine feet tall. A large stone tablet with unknown insriptions similiar to Greek writing was also found.

1872 Ohio, Seneca Township: When the “Bates” mound was opened the remains of three skeletons, whose size would indicate they measured in life, at least, eight feet in height, were found. A remarkable feature of these remains was they had double teeth in front as well as in back of mouth and in both upper and lower jaws.

1873 Ohio, Seville: An Ohio Bicentennial Commission historical marker serves as a reminder that the Giants of Seville, Captain Martin Van Buren Bates and his wife, Anna Swan Bates, lived in the village of Seville in Medina County. Anna stood 7 feet 11 1/2 inches tall and weighed 413 pounds. Martin was 7 feet 9 inches tall and weighed 480 pounds.

1873 Washington DC: “The objects here collected which have not been given, or acquired by exchange, have been purchased for the use of the museum by order of the surgeon-general… There is a skeleton of a giant, who, in life, measured seven feet, prepared by Auzoux and mounted by Blanchêne’s method, which, if I may use that term, is really a beauty. It is as white and clean as new fallen snow, and the brass joints and screws which keep it together are bright, and of the latest style and finish.” From the article “The Army Medical Museum in Washington” by Louis Bagger, Appletons’ Journal: A Magazine Of General LiteratureVolume 9, Issue 206

1875 West Virginia, Rivesville: Workmen constructing a bridge near the mouth of Paw Paw Creek uncovered three giant skeletons with strands of reddish hair clinging to the skulls. The skeletons had supported people approximately 8 feet tall.

1876 Wisconsin: Mounds were excavated containing a giant skull and vertebrae.

1877 Missouri, Kansas City: A giant skull was unearthed when mounds wore opened and giant man tracks belonging to humans 25 to 30 feet tall were discovered.

1877 Nevada, Eureka: Prospectors found a human leg bone and kneecap sticking out of solid rock. Doctors examined the remains and determined they were from a human being, and one that stood over 12 feet tall. The rock in which the bones were found was dated geologically to the Jurassic Period, over 185 million years old.

1878 Ohio, Ashtabula County: While excavating the ground for graves, bones were exhumed, which seemed to have belonged to a race of giants. A skull and jaw were found, which were of such size that the skull would fit easily over a large man’s head like a loose fitting helmet, even with the jaw in place. The number of these graves has been estimated to be between two and three thousand.

1879 Indiana, Brewersville: A skeleton almost ten feet tall was excavated from a mound.

1880 Ohio, Zanesville: A skeleton was reported to have been of enormous dimensions found in a clay coffin, with a sandstone slab containing hieroglyphics.

1880 Minnesota, Clearwater: Several giant skeletons were found with double rows of teeth.

1881 Ohio, Medina County: A jawbone of great size belonging to a human being was discovered, which contained eight jaw-teeth in each side, of enormous size; and the teeth stood transversely in the jawbone. It would pass over any man’s face with entire ease.

Why don’t we learn about this in school? That’s another story that I’ve covered elsewhere.

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The Greatest Gyro in the World: WE ARE WILMINGTON!

It is a reasonable illusion for an outsider to believe that people came from all over the United States to see Glenn Beck in Wilmington, Ohio. And anyone that wanted to see Glenn had a chance, because he was all over the town.

Click below to see him address the crowd that was standing in 10 degree weather, about -5 with the wind chill. See the Blog spot of this video on The Blaze.com, one of the best news sites on the internet.

That address was after a 2 hour radio show, a book signing, his 5 PM show for Fox, then this little speech just prior to his big 8 pm show. In between all those events he took the time to meet many, many people and hear their stories. He made himself incredibly accessible for a personality of his stature.

The critic might listen to this clip and think that bringing 3 new jobs to a book store, and the prospect of a few more jobs here and there isn’t a big deal. They might also wonder why the crowd wasn’t noisier, because the audio sounds like a small crowd. I can say this much……it was quiet in the crowd because everyone was frozen. It was too painful to clap, and the roughly 1000 or so people in the middle of Main Street stretched from sidewalk to sidewalk and extended all the way back to the theater where Glenn’s tour bus was parked. For people with such criticisms I’ll say one thing to you……what are you doing to help out your fellow man? What are you doing to help the world around you….besides complaining? I have never in my entire life seen a personality like Glenn Beck do anything of this caliber before. Oprah comes to mind as the closest thing. But I know Wilmington, and I have known many people that have lived there for years, and to see the transition that Glenn Beck made on Mainstreet USA in downtown Wilmington, Ohio is nothing short of extraordinary.

But the event was not about Glenn Beck. It was about spirituality.

When I first arrived that morning I realized that something had happened in that town. The event was similar to a fair, where the street was blocked off from outside traffic. At the south end of one city block right next to the hotel, was the stage you saw Glenn speaking from. At the other end was a street vendor. In between those two things was a book store, a church, a comic book store, several craft stores, and the majestic Murphy Theater with the “Broke” tour bus parked in front. And the street was full of some of the most bright eyed and thoughtful people all gathered in one place that I can ever recall experiencing. The only way for me to describe it is that it reminded me of the good feelings you get from people when you attend church.

When people go to church, they are always on their best behavior. They tend to be kind to each other as though the eyes of God will take notice and grant them entry into heaven. So people drop their discriminations and anxious feelings at the door of a church and show a side of themselves they don’t show during the rest of the week. I have noticed that much of that image disappears quickly when church is over and people get back inside their cars.

That day in Wilmington, the cold and the nature of the event sifted through the various personalities of society, and all that were present in that street were easy to identify. If society stopped on that day, and the government stopped issuing social security checks, or stopped building highways or any of the services we’ve all grown used to, it would be those people who would be the leadership that would save society and help it rebuild.

Not that everyone was running around with crosses and praying to Jesus. In fact, the only time I saw such references were in actual churches. But, the people behaved as though they were in church, their manner was not instigated out of fear from the gaze of God because they were generally good people to begin with.

I believe more people made eye contact with me on that day in Wilmington than in months of traveling in heavier crowds. It’s because the concentration of people at that event shared in common a love of life, and a lack of fear from what others may see in them.

I also spoke to more people than I have in quite some time. Normally, I dress in a way that people find unapproachable. I normally wear Gargoyle Sunglasses, with an outback cowboy hat just about anywhere I go in public if I’m not traveling by motorcycle. It’s an old habit. Since I’m a thinker, it keeps people from wanting to interrupt my thoughts with useless chatter. That might sound cruel, but I’m being honest. I don’t enjoy being interrupted when I’m thinking, which is all the time. But, I do enjoy the company of people who are genuinely good of heart, and are functioning not from fear but out of sincerity. With that said, many, many people made sure to speak to me and my wife. They didn’t go out of their way to do it, and weren’t doing it in a fake gesture of hopeful redemption. They did it because they wanted to.

I’ve spent entire days at amusement parks like Kings Island, Ceder Point, Universal Studios, and all the Disney Parks, in close proximity to thousands and thousands of people, and I spoke to more people in Wilmington than at all those playgrounds of summertime pleasure. Ironically, the only place I’ve had such an experience of anywhere I’ve traveled was in Key West.

And that brings this simple banter of letters to the ultimate conclusion. People did not go to Wilmington to see Glenn Beck. Glenn was simply serving as a focal point of positive energy that thousands of people were willing to brave the cold and isolation of that small Ohio town for a chance to experience something authentic.

I could see by the people shopping and carrying bags of crafts and other homemade mementos that many had found that authenticity in stores ran by the good people of Wilmington. Others had found authenticity in the Churches, specifically places like the Sugertree Ministries, and the by now well-known chalk paintings. But my wife and I found authenticity in a little Mediterranean restaurant called simply enough, The Mediterranean Restaurant and Café.

It was a time of day where the sun had dropped below the highest buildings and the air instantly become colder. My wife and I were hungry and frozen solid. I saw a Kentucky Fried Chicken at the north end of town so we headed away from the crowded street packed with people trying to get their books signed by Glenn Beck at the bookstore. We passed the inauspicious Mediterranean place naively when my wife said through chattering teeth, “why don’t we eat here? We can go to KFC anytime.” I looked down the slight hill at the KFC sign seeking familiarity and I realized she was right. We came to Wilmington to have a bit of adventure on that Wednesday afternoon in the cold, and going to KFC would be short changing our experience.

So we stepped into the entrance, which was like a strange world because the first thing we saw was an empty hallway with a door on the immediate left. A sign on the wall said, “Welcome Glenn Beck.” I opened that next door and an enchanted world of warmth embraced us. There was also a huge line that extended all the way down a pathway that led to the kitchen. There was a fire in the center of the room in an open pit fireplace, but the line coaxed me to turn back into the cold and head to KFC. That’s when a few of those people I mentioned before spoke to me. “The line isn’t so bad. We’ve only been in line for about 20 minutes,” said a kind woman in her upper 50s. Then a man about four feet down the line addressed me. “I love the hat! That’s a great look you have there. Hey, the line moves fast. Don’t worry about it.”

My wife and I looked at each other, shrugged our shoulders and decided to stay. We proceeded to head to the back of the line. The place was packed but nobody was angry or in a hurry. The people filling the dining room all had lights on in their eyes. I didn’t feel anxious to stand in a line. I typically hate lines, but in that room, with the whole day ahead of my wife and me, the warmth of the room and the good nature of the people, the wait in that line was actually part of the fun.

From the line we could look out into the large dining room equipped with ceiling fans hanging from the high ceiling. The décor was standard Mediterranean, the colors were earthy and on the light side for the most part.

Finally, after our toes had found their feeling again, the hostess greeted us and took us to a table that would normally seat four. I found it odd that because there was only my wife and I, the hostess didn’t wait for a table equipped for just two, given the length of the line behind us. She seemed unconcerned, and I wasn’t about to argue, because the aroma in the room was enchanting to our already hungry stomachs.

I looked up and hanging on the wall above our heads was a sign that said, “BELIEVE.”

For the next hour my wife and I both ordered gyros, which we’ve had from various places all over the United States. And what the waitress put before us was a creation of some remote artisan, not just a cook in the kitchen. The gyro and fries were truly exquisite and I found myself licking my finger tips just to recover the memory of the taste long after the gyro was gone.

We spent the rest of the day after that meal visiting sites all over town. We saw a lot of wonderful energy at the various events. The day came to a sad end when Glenn Beck came out on that stage like the host of a fine party and thanked everyone for coming. While outsiders of this experience would mistake that Glenn Beck was the focus of the event, all that were there know otherwise. Glenn simply held a party in the town and invited America to come and be a part of it. Once there, each person found something special unique to themselves.

And Glenn Beck knew it all along. That is the genius of a man that thinks outside the box. Like any truly good host, Glenn set the mood, and the rest was done by the people in attendance.

So was it an audacious statement that Glenn made, that Wilmington could be way out ahead of the rest of the nation in spirit, and that it could serve as an example to the nation of what our country should look like? I say no, because I found a unique treasure in the form of food in a quant Mediterranean restaurant on Mainstreet that overlooks the courthouse. The treasures of this world are not along paved roads and easy to reach places. All those treasures have been claimed in their ease by the rest of society, and the corrupt among us guard them like dragons sleeping on piles of gold. New treasure must be found away from the Washington DC’s and New York Cities. They won’t be found in the streets of LA, or in Beijing, China.

New treasures are found in places like Wilmington, Ohio and the thousands of small towns all across this country, otherwise known as the fly-over states. Glenn Beck was right…….again. All of us that went to that frozen sacred place and soaked up the new found treasures of that town can now utter ourselves to deeply comforting sleep each night with the secret knowledge that “We are Wilmington!”

The next time I want a gyro, my wife and I will drive out of our way to go back to The Mediterranean Restaurant and Café in Wilmington, Ohio, and we’ll enjoy our new found treasure and skip the KFC.

Rich Hoffman
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Nameplate Gods: The Royalty of Politics

Something Doc Thompson said the other day sent me down a dark abyss of contorted anger. He mentioned Roxanne Qualls, who was at a budget meeting he attended.

Roxanne used to be Mayor of Cincinnati, and I have some experience with politicians in that grand city hall. It was in that building that I learned at the early age of 25 the principles of politics. (Pictures referenced from Wikipedia. CLICK HERE to learn more.)

It was refreshing to hear Doc talk about his experiences with a city council member that gave him the cold shoulder at that budget meeting, when in fact that very same day, Doc had that council member on 700 WLW to explain how important his integrity was to him.

Doc’s comments were classic, and refreshing, because it confirmed in me that I am not alone in my experiences with politicians, and that at least one other person in the world had virtually the same opinion of them.

I sat in front of Roxanne Qualls in her large, opulent office while her staff worked outside the door and watched Qualls giggle smugly at my suggestion that she support lower taxes. Her look made me feel as if she were telling me, “you poor naive young man, you don’t understand that we’ve already made all the decisions. We only have the public meetings to facilitate the public into believing they play a part of the process.”

I learned much later that the technique used by virtually every politician is the Delphi Technique, or some variation of it. I received the same look when I explained to Todd Portune in his office how my idea for a non-alcoholic night club would benefit the pleas of desperate moms pleading with Cincinnati City Council to do something about the under aged drinking that was going on at the University of Cincinnati campus, specifically a nightclub called COOTERS.

A few weeks after my meeting with Mr. Portune the Corryville Business Association put pressure on the owner of the building I was trying to lease, and I couldn’t figure out for the life of me how they found out what I was up to. I knew they would be upset with my non-alcoholic nightclub idea, because back then, bars had to close at 2 AM. If I operated an establishment without a liquor license that would put a lot of pressure on the surrounding bar establishments that would lose some of their under-aged business to me, because kids under 21 don’t like the hassle of possibly being turned away, or getting caught with a fake ID, and I’d be able to stay open all night.

But my business idea died as quick as it rose. I found out that Mr. Portune at the time, a council member was also the attorney for that nightclub. So it had to be him that tipped off the nightclub to what I was doing.

It was a hard lesson of the nature of politics. It struck me hard with disillusionment and anger at the process that crushed fresh ideas before they ever had a chance to move forward. You find in every council meeting across the nation, every trustee meeting, every school board, every state congress and senate, and each federal congress and senate is that same blank elitism that Doc described.

I think it starts with a love of titles, and people who love them tend to crave positions of power, and the perception of politics is that being elected is a reception of power. It’s a puerile idea which appears to be inherited through the collective learning process gained over the centuries of human development.

The United States Constitution was designed to alleviate the need for much of this political trouble. But, unfortunately the weaker human minds, the ones that crave power, that crave material things, that crave the adoration of the public, they are the ones that run for office, and they are the ones that want to sit behind a desk and decide the fate of many. In their hearts, they truly want royalty and the false respect that comes with it.

As I’ve said, I’ve sat across the table from many of these types of people, and they all have the same glass-eyed blankness that seems more appropriate of a jack-o-lantern two weeks after Halloween.

I shouldn’t say all. I’ve met a few here and there that had a light on behind their eyes. Rob Portman is one; I had several long talks with him in the early 90’s back when a thing called the Reform Party was making news in the papers. I also met a few of Ross Perot’s children and they were all bright-eyed and unspoiled. I could see the light on there as well. But those people are the very rare exceptions. Most of the rest are ready to make a deal, for there is no ethical avenue to guide their movements. After a public meeting the voting public just looks to each other for a moment of disbelief as if to wonder what just happened, because the deals had already been made well before anyone showed up for the meeting.

I once attended a meeting the Cincinnati City Council had with the public to figure out what to put on the river. They wanted ideas, this was sometime around 1993. I watched my friend and several other citizens give very impassioned speeches about how to develop the riverfront. The council members would scribble stuff down and nod their heads, and thank the speakers for their input.

After the meeting, the common people would go up and try to speak to the council members, but the council people were only interested in speaking to the developers, or in other words, the people who may contribute future campaign funds. My friend had made by far the best speech of anyone, and not a single council member wanted to shake his hand or would even look him in the eye. They shunned him because his input wasn’t really wanted. The whole process was just a show for the papers, to report to the public that the council people were listening to the people speak. The real deals were going on elsewhere.

I saw the same thing in zoning issues all over Liberty and West Chester Twp, and I’ve recently seen it within the Lakota School district at school board meetings.

Politicians are dangerous because most of what they crave is false, honor through title, respect by name plates, and wealth through side deals. In too many cases, they are hungry attorneys who use political contacts to bring business to their practice. They aren’t interested in being public servants.

That’s why they cower behind their little desks and office doors and cling to the frail appendages of reality they shape through public opinion. Because if you get too close to them, and gaze upon the soul that drives the body, you’ll find the seat vacant. Instead you’ll find the wires and gears responding to a remote control, and the real pilot no place to be found.

So goes the future of our country while the weak seek to govern the strong through the weapon of name plates.

Rich Hoffman
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The Real Evil in the World

When the United States of America is called racist, unfair, evil, and other poor diatribes of foolishness, the audacity of such statements defies logic. I accept the reason for the nonsense, even if the popular current wishes to go down that swift stream full of undertows that dump out into a massive whirlpool of doom.

To let you know what I’m thinking, there is a massive river coming from Niagara Falls that runs down some swift rapids for several miles before making a sharp right turn toward Lake Ontario. Anyone that has seen that whirlpool would not want to swim in it. The current is so swift, that anything in it is sure to sink.

That’s where our country is right now, stuck in that current. And the other countries, those grand members of the United Nations, our so called friends, have pushed America off the cliff in hopes that we’ll sink. They fantasize that life without the United States in the world will allow them to prosper and have a chance at being the best for once.

What the world doesn’t appreciate is the United States protects it from bullies, which will always exist no matter what form of government the world chooses. Those bullies call us names from their home countries, and in many cases they call it names from within. It’s all part of the process of pushing America into the swift water hoping we’ll drown.
Then you see how the rest of the world functions, and reality comes into sharp focus.

I saw this woman from the Sudan being publicly punished, and the petty criticisms of the United States seem ridiculous.

American society is not perfect, but it is far superior to anything that has ever been attempted on the face of planet earth, and I am tired of the criticism and self-doubt leveled at American society. The United States is the greatest light of hope the world has.

The below pictures are other terrible instances of violence against women committed by the beliefs of “other” countries, outside of American influence.

And I won’t put the really bad ones up here. If you want to see much, much worse click here:
SEE WHAT THE FACE OF PURE EVIL CAN DO.

When you hear people say the United States isn’t a “fair” place, consider the motive of the accusation. For while we are busy being touchy, feely, sensitive creatures just trying to keep our heads about the swift water, the bullies are doing the real violence to poor innocent victims that need the valiant strength of the United States of America.

It’s time to sink or swim, and the world needs us to survive.

Rich Hoffman
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The Lie of Feminism: A Mountain of Work that has to be Undone.

Women have been ripped off!

It has been brought to my attention the ProLakota website on Facebook labeled me as a sexist during the campaign. I was made aware of it because I’m a pretty busy person and such things are trivial in the grand scheme of things. However, because the accusation is leveled in my direction, I need to address it.

Jake Greers is the young fellow that is running things for Pro Lakota. It is sad that he doesn’t understand how he’s being used, but that’s a topic for another article. He’s in much the same situation as this sad little boy in London.

As far as being a sexist, I find those types of accusations to be tripe. How can some kid of his age have any knowledge of what a sexist is? All he knows is what his environment, shaped by MTV, and organized labor through the mouths of the teachers around him, and his own experience, which is greatly lacking under the age of 18. In fact, he has a whole lifetime of learning to do before he even has the right to make statements like that. All he is doing is repeating what the adults around him, who have much to lose in the structures they’ve created at taxpayer expense, have been saying to protect themselves.

A sexist! Me? I have been married for a long time. I’ve raised two daughters. And I’ve watched over 40 years of feminist experimentation……………………I have my opinions on the matter. And my opinion is that the social experiment of feminism is a ridiculous failure now in the context of some historical test data.

The data for those test results are in. Women are collectively unhappy in the roll they’ve attempted to live up to. The promises given to them by the media, such as fashion commercials, their parents that swallowed the whole blue pill and the rest of society that just wanted to try something new were complete lies. The root of some of these beliefs can be seen in this old Enjoli commercial.

What happened was that while women proved to men that they weren’t needed and a woman could in fact survive on their own without a man, men have stopped being men. The destruction of the traditional roles perpetuated by the feminist movement has cheated women out of relationships with men that were truly nurturing.

Nobody is saying that it was always perfect. Men that took to drink and abused their wives and children are the extreme crises in the other direction. But feminism has not been the answer.

Human beings need to understand what their jobs are not only in a relationship, but also in society. All the blurred lines have only caused enormous amounts of confusion.

My experience with women, which as noted, is extensive, informs me that deep down inside, most every woman desires in her relationship with a man a role similar to the role she plays in sex. That is a passive, receiving role. Women who profess otherwise are neurologically off balance. Every woman I’ve ever known which argues the fact will fit in this description. Is it any coincidence that so many in this modern age are taking medication for depression and similar disorders?

I am aware that this is a controversial statement. And my position on this is clear under my Ten Rules to Live by. Respect for women is a paramount concern for me.

But being a man requires understanding what a woman expects. A man needs to know what the rules are. In all times in human history there are important rituals that inform the men and the women what society expects of them.

In order to satisfy the ideology of people like Margaret Sanger, politicians, and pharmaceutical companies as well as cosmetics proposed that a woman can be everything at all times.

Here is a Revlon commercial from 1979. Here the woman is doing just that, she’s everything to everyone.

Here’s another from 1973.

And here is Brooke Shields reading from a book to appear that she is studying. But the way she crawls on the floor it’s all about selling her assets.

Over the years, film has informed our society what is the correct behavior for women. It is inescapable that Hollywood has handed out Academy awards to women who do nude roles in their films. And a large amount of actresses have portrayed hookers, or otherwise loose women. How is this good for women’s self esteem? Isn’t this a contrary message from what feminism professes?

Yes!

The box office is the way society votes, and the bottom line is that society will only buy into feminist roles if the woman takes off her clothes. It’s that simple. It’s not the feminist ideas in the films that sell tickets. Its breasts and women naked in a bed, the bottom line is the mother goddess model will always sell a movie ticket.

Anne Hathaway has learned that. I’m really dissapointed in Anne. But she wants an Oscar.

For complete stats Click here:
In fact, since 1990, of the 20 actresses that won an Oscar for their roles in film, 19 of them took their clothes off for their roles.
http://www.suite101.com/content/nudity-in-movies-a146816

This is the result of feminism, the end result, the accomplished objective. This is what has been accomplished after almost a century of feminist pursuits. Note the woman at the end of this next video. She has been reduced to wearing Trojan stickers over her breasts. A young boy casually smacks her butt, without respect at all. This young girl will have to explain to her children someday why she did this video, and what was on her mind at the time. The tragedy is that what small child would ever look up to a mom with a past like this? The girl thinks it’s funny now, because all the boys are paying attention to her. But she won’t in a few years when she’s a used up piece of flesh that nobody will take serious.

If young girls make it easy for young boys to have sex with them, all the young boys are going to do is be done with the act of sex quicker, so they can go back and play XBox with their friends.

When feminism struck our nation like a disease, the pursuit of equality for women resulted in diminishing them to the level of man. Therefore, the man no longer has anything to live up to, because now the woman is at his level. That behavior is evident in the above video. The boys don’t respect that girl. They just want to have sex with her then move on to something else leaving to fill her to the role of basically a used up condom.

How does this improve society?

Margaret Sanger and the gang have failed miserably in their beliefs. The evidence is all around us. Her father Michael Higgins was a strong advocate of women’s suffrage and free education, sound familiar? Margaret was a frequent contributor to the socialist party paper called The Call. These are the types of people that shaped the opinions of our modern age, opinions that were not filtered with intellect, but with emotion.

It is not Margaret Sanger’s name that a woman cries out in climax when she is with a man. It is in the act of the man to penetrate the woman spiritually and physically that does the trick. Women that insist otherwise have rear ends the size of barns, and skin that looks like unkempt leather, and men do not chose to be with them, for obvious reasons. For there are plenty of sleazy women laying about on the beach willing to bare their breasts for free, thanks to feminism. And why would a man fight for an old used up woman that everyone has conquered when a young, relatively unused woman makes herself available to all.

Here is the hero of feminism.

So call me a sexist all those of you that don’t have a clue what it means. And you young people saving up your money for spring break and a chance to pluck young girls like coins off the beach, because MTV says it’s cool, I’ll stick to my way of doing things, because my way works.

Yours doesn’t.

The following may seem unsophisticated to the modern audience, but I will promise you one thing. Twenty years from now, nobody will care about 2 and a Half Men. But even thirty years later, people still love Little House on the Prairie. Because the idea of family, a mom, a dad, and kids that love their parents is an idea that people will always hunger for.

All the other ideas that we now have to undo in our society, ones created by feminism and atheists, and radical drug addicts have to be undone. The trouble is now we have an entire generation that is corrupted with the negative effects of marketing companies riding the wave of feminism and Marxism.

Rich Hoffman
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www.overmanwarrior.com

Hidden World of the Overman

This article is full of issues best described through fiction, although much of it is either rooted in history, or is in fact theory based on sound observations. Some of those observations may be difficult to accept. But that’s not my problem. My job is to write it down so you, (the reader), can visualize. Understanding is up to you.

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A sturdy bridge expands the mote to the front door, which is imposing. The castle is not huge by normal standards. Such places may be thought of as mansions, but not this place. It was larger than a normal house, but certainly not too large for a small family. Leopold noted the corrugated metal roof disguised cleverly with the spires topping off rotundas at each corner of the castle. The whole thing looked like the dream of a typical 7 year old boy. It wouldn’t be surprising to find the mote filled with alligators, or sea monsters, if the reputation of Fletcher Finnegan could serve as testimony.

As he and the General walked the wide, rail less bridge, their feet thudded against the wood with each step. It took longer than they wanted to cross the bridge where an oppressive door awaited them. It was medieval looking by design but made of steal.

“This is the epitome of paranoia,” Leopold gasped as he searched for a door bell of some kind. “Surely there must be some kind of ringing device. He can’t expect visitors to knock on the door?”

The General just shrugged off the comment and gave the door a violent bang with his fist. “We’re not here for tea. This is a criminal and justice must be served.”

The General’s knocks rang off. They could tell by the sound that the room was cavernous on the other side, and knew that whoever was inside would clearly be able to hear. Within a few moments, there was the sound of something unlatching, and the big door opened inward. In the doorway stood the mythical Fletcher Finnegan, with a fresh white shirt, looking like a character from a never written book called Warrior’s from Pirate Island. His gaze was firm, and manner easy even to the point of relaxed. He wore casual jeans, and some well polished black shoes. Two bullwhips hung from his hips from unusual holsters attached to his belt. The handles pointing out looking like samurai swords ready to leap into action. His hair was extremely short, and his face was determined and attractive. His green eyes, deep and penetrating, could burn a hole through anybody with the gaze he laid on them.

“Welcome,” said Fletcher in the charismatic manner he had become known for. His motions mimicking great linguists with audacious hand movements not out of respect, but seemingly of disdain. “I have been expecting some sort of response such as this.”

Leopold traded uneasy glances at the General who tried to bury his concern, but was having a hard time of it. That concern was well founded. Here stood a man that had single handedly defeated a number of Special Forces experts, and legions of law enforcement over the last year. He had announced his terrorist intentions back then by portraying a masked night bandit practicing vigilante behavior outside of the law. He had killed Mayor Goodman from this town of Fort Seven Mile and had maimed and killed others as well since that time.

Leopold was maybe for the first time in his life of 44 years, speechless. But with a few deep breaths, words came to his mouth. “We have come to discuss the peril you bring mankind. “

Finnegan’s response, “You have brought a crooked tongue in an attempt to skew deceptions into a manageable forum.”
“How could you know my tongue is crooked if you do not know me,” Leopold found himself saying.

“Because men such as yourself let your tongue direct your feet, and as I watched you cross my bridge, you walked crooked.”

“There you would be wrong. I am quite educated, beyond taking direction from feet, or other bodily limbs. My peers at Princeton have had more to do with where my feet take me than the feet themselves.” Leopold was proud of himself for establishing his intellectual superiority. He had done his homework on Fletcher Finnegan. Finnegan had dropped out of college several times over the years, and before winning the lottery a few years back, had worked many odd jobs just to make a living for his family. He had married young, and had two children just shy of adolescence. Leopold placed his bets that somewhere within Finnegan’s exterior of security hid a dark, nasty secret of some social insecurity. It was quite obvious that he struggled in school and that was the reason for his college issues. This was why Finnegan was reputed for using such large vocabulary and projected himself as superior to all other men so as to protect his fragile ego and the reality that he couldn’t compete in an academic environment.

But Fletcher smiled. “I can see this will be entertaining if nothing else. And who have you brought with you?”

The General stepped forward his girth outreaching his hand if he had offered it for a hand shake. “You can just call me, General. No other name need apply to you. I have a legion of troops at my disposal at the edge of this town awaiting the outcome of this visit. If peace can not be found here, I will instruct them to take this residence with all the force needed. If you’ll do what’s right, you will spare the needless destruction to the homes of your neighbors by surrendering now and coming with me immediately!”

Fletcher gave the General a deep look. “I have a new name for you. I will call you Fat Man. It is much more appropriate than what you said. For your mind seems to reflect your appearance, and that is not sharp, let me assure you. Your ideas about the role you play in my life are as wide as your waistband when the reality is truly just a lot of undigested waste. Bring your legions and they will fall as those that came before you fell. Mind yourself while in my residence. I’ll warn you only once.”
The General was not used to this kind of talk directed toward him. “I have been given a division of troops to deal exclusively with you. The pentagon is now involved in your escapades and that does not bid well for you.”

“You seem very impressed with the power you command.” Fletcher moves a bit closer to the Major General. “But my strategy is set knowing that you command them.”

The Major General is aghast. “You are in no position for insults!”

“I do not take threats from a man claiming to command legions of troops when he can’t even govern himself.” Fletcher smiled and pointed to the inflated girth of the General around his waste. “It would seem all you can manage is putting food in your mouth.”

The General had enough. He stood and pulled a gun to fire.

The Major had been briefed on Cliffhanger, which was the name the media had
given Fletcher Finnegan in the early days of his vigilante behavior. He knew of his incredible speed. He knew he had single handedly beat a professional hit man and several of his personal assistance. But the understanding of that speed could not be fathomed until this moment.

Fletcher rolled out of his seat as the bullet screamed from the brandishing Colt 45 and buried itself into the chair. In an instant, Fletcher had a whip in his hand and slashed the gun from the General before an eye could blink. The gun flew uneventfully across the dining room into the corner. Fletcher, determination dominating his face stood satisfied that the General was now plagued with so much self doubt, that he’s no longer a serious threat.

“It would also seem that your fingers have inherited much from your waist. They are too slow to consider pulling a trigger against me.” Fletcher throws the whip over his shoulder and returns to his seat, first examining the hole that’s now in it. The shot would have been a good one right through the heart if Fletcher had not moved.

Leopold Smith searches Fletcher’s face for some psychological hint of doubt. “You’re quite impressed with yourself. You must of course realize that this desire you have for perfection must derive from insecurities.” Leopold licks his lips in nervousness. “I’d expect at the very least professional courtesy with this visit.”

Fletcher smiles, “Professional courtesy, interesting choice of words. The term “professional behavior” denotes evasive politeness to disguise the aggressive nature of business. It is an unethical practice that opens too many possibilities for misunderstanding, which is the intent. The cowards that practice this behavior always leave open a back door for them to retreat within when times get tough. The blame always falls to the hand of misunderstanding.”

The General still has not closed his mouth. He had never seen in his life such unwavering confidence and speed. He took a few steps in the direction of the nearest chair and plopped himself into it. Only now did he take the time to look about the large opening room to this castle home of this unusual warrior and admiration couldn’t help but come to him.

Leopold could see what was going on with the General. After all, the General was a military man and force was something he understood. Most often, intelligence gathering required hundreds of resources just to acquire scant bits of data, and that data was acted on with the threat of superior firepower. Here was a family man, with a home. Not an average home, but the man was far from average. He oozed paradoxes with every movement, and words that sprung from his lips like an Olympic fencer. He was a man of paradoxes not because what he said was untrue, or he emitted qualities of a contradictory nature, but that he himself was challenging the course of mankind and everything that it seemed to mean to our entire species. And he did it with the self-confidence of champion athlete.

Fletcher was studying Leopold and could surely read his thoughts by the way those eyes dissected him. Leopold had never had that experience from a patient.

“Why don’t you tell me who sent you and why,” Fletcher finally let out.

“There’s no secret there, Mr. Finnegan. You know surely by now that you are the world’s enemy. That if you did not live here in this community, so close to town, that you would be utterly destroyed with a nuclear weapon, which may still be an option. Nobody wants civilians killed, and nobody wants to evacuate an entire town just to destroy you. I honestly don’t think you want that either, after all, you came to all this trouble protecting people, so I’d venture to gamble that you don’t want civilian casualties either. Am I wrong?”

Fletcher smiled a bit before answering, “Of course not.”

“Well, at least we can agree on something. That’s a start.” Leopold studied Fletcher’s reaction to that. It was important to pull the patient into an agreeable setting right from the start if possible. It gave them something to build upon. “I was asked to see you by the highest levels of the Pentagon at direct request by the President. He is under tremendous pressure from the world’s governments to act quickly on this. Your terrorist exploits have caught the attention of the very powerful as I’m sure you’re aware.”

“I am aware that the world has taken a disproportionate notice on my activities, which to me provides credibility to my original claims and reveals my true enemies through their actions. I don’t blame you for not understanding the complexity of this quagmire. You are as much a part of it as I am.” Fletcher looked almost sympathetic to Leopold at that moment.

“This meeting is an attempt to urge your surrender in the hope that more bloodshed will not be necessary.” Leopold paused for dramatic reasons hoping he had earned Fletcher’s trust. “Your revolution has been noted. Your beliefs have found a foundation. My job here is to listen to you. To provide that platform you seem to desire. To provide an outlet that does not result in more killing.”

“Or the General will unleash his troops.” Fletcher looked over to see if the General was paying attention, and he was.

“That is correct, Mr. Finnegan. If Mr. Smith fails to reach you today, and force your surrender with reason, then I will call all the military might I command to end your rebellion before the sun drops over the horizon.”

Fletcher looked unfazed and unreachable by these threats. “So, I see you have not met your true, bosses?”

Leopold smiled a bit at that. “I had heard that you had some interesting theories. And let me say before you start that you seem to be highly intelligent, and to consider what you tell me carefully. Theories of conspiracy, especially by extra-terrestrials, and other outlandish organizations are clear signs of severe psychological disorders. I already suspect as I reviewed your case file, that you have suffered numerous mental deficiencies such as dementia, senile dementia to be more specific. You are known to spend tremendous amounts of time alone, and this would make you prone to this disorder even at your relatively young age.”

Fletcher leaned forward a bit still smiling. “I can see we have a long way to go here. I will play this game, not because I hope for a peaceful end, but because there are many questions and answers I would like to answer and propose. But do not think you are here for the President, or for the UN. The real masters use these titles for their personal folly. They have since the beginning of mankind. You are merely smoke from the mirrors of their reality.”

Leopold loved what he was hearing. With great excitement he wrote down what Fletcher just said. “Classic, because it fills your fantasy of dementia.” Leopold was enthusiastic. “Why don’t you start from the beginning? Tell me the root of your conspiracy. Who sent me to you?

Fletcher paused and looked contemplative. “If you wish, but I warn you. You will not leave my home today with the same outlook at life that you entered it with.”

“In between the realities of our four dimensional space we will, most likely beyond those limits exist a race of living intelligence. This living intelligence is as real as any nation we speak of, and their motives are no different from any of mankind’s. Therefore, caution must always be applied when dealing with them, for without knowledge of their existence and needs, motives cannot be determined. The so called Mothmen are a breed of cavalry that zip in and out of our dimensional reality as scouts for their war which is waged upon our entire race. The goal of this war is to keep us in a depleted state and unaware of their mechanisms and lust for control. Ultra-terrestrials will stop at nothing to prevent man from achieving the realm of the Overman.” Fletcher studied Leopold and the General to measure their reaction.

Leopold was trying not to laugh, but was not able to contain his contemptuous smile. “So you believe we are at war with a species of beings that we can’t see. You call them, Ultra-terrestrials.”

Fletcher was aware of the condemnation but paid it no attention. He wasn’t going to convince this agent of normality to alter his entire world view with just a few sentences. “Mind tricks are their key strategy and false truths that lead to fruitless pursuits of a time-consuming nature dominate their tactics. Their influence can be traced back through our entire human history and have often been poorly categorized as demons, devils, angels and other religious symbols. It is through religious symbols that they conduct their illusions using as a stage those beliefs which masquerade the show’s directors and producers. For all across this planet, intertwined with all our established systems and institutions, religion holds many minds fixed in a state of depraved knowledge where the would be questioning mind restrains from pushing against those barriers for fear of death. Fears put in place from the beginning of time, through mythology by ultra-terrestrials. This is why being fearless is the paramount ingredient of the Overman, for on the fearless tract of adventure, no map has been graphed. It is in these uncharted waters that fear begins to work in the overman’s favor because the ultra-terrestrials begin to feel it themselves.”

“An Overman, you state the term Nietzsche uses in his book, Thus Spoke Zarathrustra.”

“You are showing a bit of literary prowess, very good.”

Leopold felt himself fluster a bit at earning some respectful praise from Fletcher Finnegan. “I was briefed that you used the term to justify your position. What is an Overman exactly, as you see it?”

Fletcher looked contemplative. “You ask me what an Overman is. I say to you that it is embracing the concept of being more than just human. It is in accepting your fate that life is meant to be lived now as well as later. At all times, as an individual, you are in control of your vessel as you navigate through a jagged life. And at times, when you meet with another independent soul, that you may come into conflict with them by the will of nature and that this conflict is needed and healthy. When you come to these times of war, you should fight with all your vigor and enjoy the spilling of blood, especially if it is your opponents. You should enjoy it because if their goal was to stop your ability to exercise free will then you have used your free will to destroy the devices that could hinder you.”

Leopold already had the words in his mouth. “Hitler believed similar things as you do. He too was a lover of Nietzsche and professed the need for a higher form of mankind.”

“Hitler was a fascist. That is different from what I propose. His feeble mind only grasped the power of the Overman. His vision of a superior race of man was driven from his involvement with the Vril society and other occult practices that have their roots in our hidden history. It’s in our lack of acceptance of this hidden history that we fail to understand the evil of Adolf Hitler and to this day cannot mutter a word of his decadence. His psychosis was driven from a mixed fascination with power and history. The Overman idea was native to Germany and was an easy rally for the nation to justify their derangement.”

“True enough, but what gives you the right to judge all of civilization? That is as haughty as Hitler’s position.” Leopold knew he had Fletcher on that one. Here was a man that championed himself a savior and Leopold was comparing him to the vast evil of Hitler.

But Fletcher was un-phased, like he had been waiting on Leopold to say just such a thing. “‘Judge not least thee be judged.’ What banter from roaches that crave the darkness to hide their malicious ways! What does this statement promise but peace? ‘Don’t judge me, and I won’t judge you.’ To me this is a declaration of war, because, it implies a consequence for the act of judging.”

Leopold is astonished. “With your heretical muttering you mock the words of Jesus Christ! Do you consider yourself an atheist, because such comments will surely plant you in Hell!

“An atheists, I am certainly not. To assume I am some sort of agnostic, nonbeliever shows the magnitude of your limited thinking. To say that “God” is all there is and all there will ever be is to say that the Earth is just all there was or is. And the holder of all life on this planet is our supreme king and has domination over our entire existence with and without flesh. No. Your definitions are infantile. You assume all that is known now is all that will be known. I have seen evidence that we as a race have forgotten more than we have progressed. And at the heart of that lost knowledge is your need to look to a leader, or a god to take responsibility for your meager lives. Once this king is in power, power that you give him, his fetus like ego clings to that power like the infant clings to its mother’s breast for milk. The infant believes, and I think we can agree on this, that the mother’s breast exists only for its feeding.”

“So you propose that your outlook on life exceeds the importance of even religion? That is an insane proposition. Absolutely insane,” Leopold contends while adjusting his comb over with one of his hands.

Fletcher lets out a laugh. He is confident and completely un-rattled by Leopold’s orthodox grip on reality. “It takes just a small spark where everyone thought it was impossible, and once that myth is dispelled, the flood gates open, and the impulse to create springs forth. The Overman always stays ahead of those fools that clamor after his heels with desperation. Their drive is not from their own domains, but are copy cats of divine design. Humor flows from the coat tails of the mimics as they pursue the Overman’s shadows. But in this wake to those of common thinking, the appearance of authority is a terror. Terrible in that to the meager mind, the mere ripples of something greater than simple men sets those complacent minds into fearful recollections bridging into childhood fortifications.”

“You speak out of your authority. I am the psychologist here and I will determine what the origins of childhood fortifications are.”

Fletcher is ruthless. “We will cover your need for titles later. You asked me to reveal to you the contents of invisible empires and the thoughts of an Overman. I will not be limited in this discussion by your boundaries. You can either keep up with me, but you will not hinder me. Is this clear?

Leopold found himself nodding yes before he could consider a proper reaction to the question.

Fletcher continues before Leopold can open his mouth. “This is why men do not see much of what exists. The name of what they don’t understand is reflective of the minds that construct them. They call God, God. No explicit name, but an all encompassing title to attempt to wrap these mysteries in a meaning applicable to human lifetimes. They call UFO’s by the broad title of, unidentified flying object, because they can’t identify things beyond their comprehension.

“By setting high standards judging is part of the process of determining the value of one set of standards against another. How can this be determined if judging is not utilized? So to endorse a non-judgmental stance at life, one basically proclaims to accept low standards because only there can all be equal in one nice bowl of soup to be consumed by those that feed off life. That is what you do when you eat, you feed yourself to live. So always there is something out there looking to feed off you. If you are not the best, the strongest, the fastest, smartest or anything that has put you ahead of the pack you make yourself an easy target for those that are hungry.

“The peace lover is the one that would rather take their chances in the great soup, and hope that by odds, they will not be eaten. This flock-like behavior is indicative of herbivores, and oddly enough, peace loving humans. They feel safe in the numbers of the herd. But when the carnivore comes along, someone will be eaten. Then and only then, will they care. And life seems so unfair at those times.”

Leopold doesn’t know what to say. He looks wounded as the foundations of his reality clash with this strange man.
Fletcher gets up from his chair and paces the area between him and Leopold not out of a need to intimidate but because explosive passion radiates from Fletcher Finnegan, and it is too powerful to be contained within a chair. “I watched a cat once stare out a window to the world outside and I knew it was perplexed as to what that world was like. You see, it was a domestic cat, and had grown used to being fed, and lounging on sofas and relative luxury. And like the cat, men stare out the windows of life and think the whole world is within our little homes draped with simple luxuries. In the meantime, the world outside rolls at a feverish pace. Much of that world is invisible to the cat because it lacks the intelligence to see it. And men lack the intelligence just like their friends the cats, to see beyond the visible spectrum of the human eye.
“The Overman seeks the impossible for the impossible is reserved for limited thinking. Such words mean nothing. It’s the realms that most would crumble into dust, and suffer health ailments that the Overman flourishes. Stress rules as the monarch to the logic clinging bastions of mediocrity, those common men who flutter like bubbles of urine dispelled from a farm animal into a swift country stream to be washed away swiftly into the rivers and oceans of the world. From those silly bubbles espouse much of the world’s gossip in the remote hope that they will somehow find redemption from eliminating a superior opponent.”

Leopold is aghast at the energy coming off Fletcher Finnegan. The man doesn’t stop. Like a rock rolling downhill, he seems to just pick up more and more momentum. “I believe you are clinically insane. I can see that from the outset.”
Fletcher pauses a moment and captures Leopold’s eye. “Where the listener would respond something like, ‘Oh, I know what you mean. I’m in the same situation. I tried to get a round of golf in the other day, and just couldn’t do it.’ There isn’t any discussion that even though both parties are seeking to show one another how much more important the other is they are essentially both equal, and this may seem ok with them at that moment, because they are both confirming that they are lofty captains of industry, too busy for games. But what they fail to understand is that their wives are eyeing the stock boy and making plans for naked adventures with adolescent boys uncorrupted with enterprise and full of life vigor. Life marches on and leaves these silly bubbles bursting at mid-life with nothing to show for their pitiful lives but high blood pressure and obese stomachs toped with a turkey neck and some deranged back hair. While they have acquired cars and fancy garments to impresses young ladies and peers, the only people that truly find them attractive is prostitutes, because their money is green.”

Leopold is confused. “What does anything you just said have anything to do with what we were talking about?”
“Because you are a mere bubble in the grand scheme of things, ready to pop uneventfully at the conclusion of your life, and you search for meaning in your occupation in the arms of strange females.”

Leopold is startled by that comment. He had in fact purchased a prostitute the night before, and was confused that Fletcher could say such a thing. He couldn’t possibly have known about it. “We aren’t talking about me, this discussion is about you.” Leopold considers his next comment carefully. He looks over at the General for some reassurance, but the General has fallen into a trance. He grips his radio instead of a gun in hopes that should he need to call help, he’d have a quicker response from outside help than his own abilities with a gun. That said a lot about his state. “Do you consider yourself a savor, a savor of mankind?”

“Not a savor of mankind. But of myself.”

“This returns us to the element of religion, and your obligations to the greater good.”

Fletcher is now burning a hole through Leopold with his look. “That says a lot about you. You say I am wrong to call myself my own savior. My response is simple, what fool would consider anybody else their savior? For the answers to ones life is inside you. To look externally and place the responsibility on someone else is weak in the highest degree. To accept Jesus, Buddha, Mohammed, anyone as your savior is a laughable task on a collision coarse for life long destruction. I would never think of considering the advice of anyone I’ve never met personally especially based on the third hand interpretation of their teachings. You have to look a person in the eye and assess their value, and only then can you determine their intent.”
“Religion provides a way to establish priorities in your life, priorities that reflect the greater good of mankind.” Leopold was satisfied with himself. “I have worked with many prisoners, and religion has helped many of them become much less violent and has given their lives meanings.”

“The most important thing for the male is not food, nor sex, but simply, tragically his place in the pecking order of all other males. This primate behavior will determine everything else in the male’s life, when he eats, whom he has sex with. Where he fits into that scheme of things is his god. And in your prisoners, Jesus becomes that dominate male that provides them with guidance. That is why it works.”

“So you are above this mode you say?” You consider this too small for your way of thinking?”

Fletcher doesn’t have to think about his answer. “Yes. The first step for the Overman is to move beyond this mode of thinking, and with it the social rejection that inevitably will follow. No true warrior could ever be concerned with such things as the opinion of another male, or to accept dominance by a superior male. It must be the Overman’s goal to become invincible in body and spirit. To reach beyond the sub atomic matter of things and master life at all levels. And defeat does not have a place with the Overman. They are only set backs in the ultimate battle where the forces of will intend to hold captive the soaring spirit.

“If a man can be bent to the will of inferior male flesh, they will surely bend to the will of the unseen. Such beings are bound to a purgatory existence and any life attached to these men will follow his torturous path. Wives will lust after rock stars, and children will seek refuge with other children in a game of the blind leading the blind. And those males seeking the acceptance of other males will put their balls upon the green grass of golf courses and pretend they are masters of something because they were invited into the circle of a dominate male. And as they putt that birdie on the back nine, their wives weep for a warrior.

An Overman can putt that birdie on the back nine, but his wife will not weep because she has a warrior. It’s more likely that should an Overman choose to stroll those green grasses of paradise, that he’d be by himself because no male is superior to him and the Overman is not looking for patsies to lick his heels and eat his table scraps. So often, the Overman will be alone, and he’s happy to be.”

“You speak with great command of knowledge, but your actions do not match your apparent passions. At the core of your ideology, and the reason you have made enemies of the world, is that you are promoting anarchy.” Leopold’s mind was spinning at the energy Fletcher projected, and the rate and quantity of information he let loose.

“I am said to promote anarchy and chaos. That freedom and its ideas must be maintained with government. Yet, I trust not anything that functions from greed, and has a heart so weak that it can be bought with token materialism. Much of our politics is laced with greed. That the ideas founding government will buckle under the weight of lazy greed. It’s as infectious as sex, and desires to be consumed in vast quantities. Behind the lazy ones is the hope that comfort will spring forth and save the soul from turmoil. With such a mind, the girth of the waist line expands and the body decays slowly to rot suitable only to parasitic insects. That is the only path for such minds and it’s this path that governments seek to lead civilization.” Fletcher looks at the General, and smiles. He doesn’t have to elaborate.

“Waging war against another dimension is in reality no different than war with another nation. The goals are the same. You must know how to deprive them of resources they need to conduct war against you. Once you control their supply routes, and divide up their ranks, you can begin to conquer them for your purpose. In the case of ulta-terrestrials, they crave from man the conduct of evil, that which causes emotional distress to other humans; murder, rape, corruption of all variety, crimes of inauthenticity. They feed off the energy of distress given off in disturbed states of mind. The first thing a warrior can do to rob them of this energy which forces their hand and into your strategy. This is when you can make them employees to your will and gain unseen allies. Reluctant allies none-the-less, and not allies that can be trusted for the moment you let down your guard they will attack. But they can be used to your purpose .

“Most of the damage these beings can do, not being natives of this dimension, are to propel us into committing problems for ourselves. The term of possession is often confused and misplaced as the workings of these conspirators. By manipulating our belief system into a narrow field of possibilities, they hide camouflaged against chaos which they are the architects.”
“Your pessimism is rotting your soul. That is clearly evident to me.” Leopold studies Fletcher to see if he will lash out at him. “Where are these plots? What you proclaim is no different from the muttering of religious fervor common to extremists of every order.”

“If you want to see the hidden workings of this maniacal plot attend the cultural activities of the drunken puppet, as they seek relief from life’s great pressures by the device of alcohol. Many women of proper composure lose control undeniably in such states and surrender their actions to forces they dare not acknowledge. For it is a proven fact that these dimension assailants crave our mating rituals and enjoy the raw energy derived from its indulgence. In biblical fragments it was said that the Gods of men had lain with his women. And so it is, these supposed gods still enjoy with tongues out of their mouths the turmoil and lust of mankind’s women and their ability to govern passions and play cupid. It is not an accident that pagan rituals have involved voluntary public sex practices among the elite class in order to given tokens of benefit for growing estates and earthly power. And so it goes as the daughters, and wives of mankind shake sweaty hips to the hypnotic effects of music, drunken males will betray their comrades with lust filled hearts, and put in jeopardy the women dependent on them as pillars of strength. Divided families are weak, and full of turmoil, and residing in the shadows of our time-space continuum are the malicious laughs of our true enemies. For every broken home, is a door opened by turmoil and depleted souls ready to be filled by the propaganda of the unseen. And contained within that propaganda are strings to pull and tug our species about in plots not of our mind.

“And the drunk later will laugh and brag about his state and the crimes committed there feeling that somehow there was reward in surrender, because the strings of propaganda move his mouth, and make his arms flail about independent of a conquered mind. And the women wake up and wonder where their cloths had gone and find themselves penetrated in a less than sacred manner, burying their disgrace with ideas of freedom and equality. Such is the plot of our foes.
“I can speak of this because I’ve looked it in the eye and I know its heart. When the Overman confronts an ultra-terrestrial, it is them that cower in fear. Age old tricks and nonsense no longer apply. And when the Mothman confronted me upon a lonely night where the blame might otherwise be applied to poltergeists and other ghostly apparitions, it projected an ultrasonic wave of fear intended for my mind, and what it found there was laughter at it’s silly mechanisms, and fear found a home in the fabled creature that has been our inspiration of gargoyles and angels for all known time. As I looked at its red penetrating eyes and knew that modern folklore had called it a mothman, I could see that it was in fact the legendary Giffin which has played such a roll and caused many to organize under its wings only to lead those into a slow corruption of their independent souls with a delusional reality of despair and dependence.”

Leopold was enwrapped in the curious thoughts of this very strange man, Fletcher Finnegan. Nothing the man said was conventional, yet he had an air of practicality about him. “You talk of these invisible creatures that manipulate us, but provide only theories. Their existence can hardly justify your aggressive actions.”

Fletcher smiled at Leopold’s feeble knowledge of history and began to pace faster as he spoke. “One thing you will not see pieced together regarding the success of enterprise and rise of business’s that perpetuate a veil for these mechanisms, is the true origin of this strategy.”

“Then enlighten me with some facts!” Leopold was feeling bold now, on sure ground. Facts could always be counted upon to revel neurotic fantasies of a convoluted mind. “Give me this history!”

“If you think you can fathom it, I will.” Fletcher stopped pacing now and had that piercing gaze. “But you will never view things the same way. Can you handle that?”

Leopold was guessing that much of what Fletcher was saying was an exaggeration and didn’t carry the weight of scientific proof with it so he haphazardly nodded his head.

Fletcher nodded in recognition. “First of all, Columbus did not discover America.”

“Hardly a brilliant opening to a grand theory, it is well known now that it was the Vikings that visited North America.”

“Oh, we do have a long way to go. We are far beyond that elementary idea now, let me assure you of that. Science has stumbled upon much greater mysteries since these shallow concepts of whether or not Vikings, or Columbus arrived in North America first. We are far beyond thoughts of Asians crossing a land bridge across the Bering Straight 20,000 years ago when the Earths oceans were 20 meters below sea level. Because if you consider the evidence, there were advanced civilizations that used stone to construct with all flourishing throughout the world at the same times. Consider Baalbek which predated Romans by thousands of years in their colossal building abilities, the city of Nan Madol on a tiny island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean called Pohnpei that built huge stone structures with stones weighing as much as 50 tons. One of the greatest mysteries there is not how they built such large structures on an isolated island with no technology but that a basalt road enters the Pacific ocean and emerges thousands of miles to the south at another tiny island called Rarotanga. Then if you move to the continent of South America, in Boliva you’ll find Tiahuanaco a city as complex as Jericho, or Jerusalem that co-existed with those urban centers.”

Leopold was beside himself. “I have never heard of these places. Jericho and Jerusalem certainly, but not those other places, how can you propose a link with those biblical anchors?”

‘If you consider that stone erodes quite a lot in 10,000 years, think how much erodes in 100,000. It is entirely possible that in 400,000 years from now everything in New York City could have eroded away completely unless some of the steel within those structures would happen to become fossilized. All those cities share a common fascination with stone and an incredible level of engineering, and based on the rate of decay in just several thousand years, the sources of that technology may have long since vanished and is only reflected in these seemingly remote places.

Leopold was out of his comfort zone and he wanted to lash out at Fletcher for unknown reasons. “Evidence of this would exist in the fossil record.”

“It is a rare set of circumstances that produce a fossil. You have to die in some mud and hope that something doesn’t eat you. The calcium in the bones has to be replaced by minerals over thousands of years, and in that time lots of fortunate occurrences must occur in order for a fossil to be created.”

“There would still be evidence of what you are saying”

“Ironically, you’re correct, and there is. You only have to do a bit of looking to find that the bones of man have been found near the bones of dinosaurs, and that human footprints walk in the same places as dinosaurs. It has been found that complicated jewelry was embedded in lumps of coal which take millions of years to form. So in short, there are a lot of unanswered questions regarding our human past.”

“This is preposterous, these assumptions you are making.” Leopold Smith had heard a lot of cases of dementia, and treated cases of manic-depression and this was text book stuff. Fletcher Finnegan certainly contained most all elements of the manic definition where victims often feel they are on a special mission, who they consider grandiose but in reality is delusional. A person in this manic state can experience a break from reality. Most of the time these emotions will lead to severe anxiety and can become very irritable, but many cases involve grandiose moments of euphoria. “Are you on medication for your condition, Mr. Finnegan?”

Fletcher paused a moment and quizzically gazed at the analysts. “You truly don’t understand what this means.”
Leopold was not attempting to hold back his laughter. “You have a grandiose sense of purpose that is not unlike many of the religious fanatics that have created cults and anarchy which is exactly what you are accused of.”
“Which is exactly what I was leading to by coincidence,” Fletcher said as he resumed his pacing. “You asked for history and I am preparing to give you just that.”

Leopold nodded agreement in a condescending way that Fletcher did not find offensive. The two men were far apart anchored in their very different beliefs.

Fletcher looked at the General who was still silent, arms crossed to protect his own shallow beliefs but avoiding eye contact with Fletcher. “I have named for you several cities not spoken of in history books, yet go deep into our human history. And even with all the mystery contained there, they fail to even compare to what we find right in the middle of North America.”
“How does this tie into your personal rebellion for which you are convicted?”

“Younger than those other described places, but equally ignored in the context of history was Cahokia, located just outside of present day St. Louis. What many don’t acknowledge is this part of the world had a major impact on the course of modern civilization. This city to the very day boasts a pyramid that is the third largest pyramid by volume in the world and its discovery was by chance. An entire neighborhood was built upon its ruins before it was discovered that those large hills in the backyards of those residences were not just hills, but huge mounds built by a forgotten civilization. St. Louis was built before Archeology became a science so nobody knew what to make of the strange relics found while they built the homes. But as Anthropology and Archeology matured in the early years of the twentieth century much was discovered about this huge city that reflects the complexity of a Mesopotamian culture, and not the typical hunting and gathering tribes of Native Americans.

“Cahokia was called the City of the Sun. And its leader was symbolized with a bird man whom was worshipped with human sacrifice. Many of Cahokia’s rituals took place in the nearby caves that lay under present day St. Louis, and this culture seems to be an advance progression of several, much older metropolitan centers that covered southern Illinois and eastern Missouri.

“Five hundred years after the demise of Cahokia and hearing the legends of the area from the current residence who were Native Americans, American settlers named many of the monuments found in the area by names of Giant City and Little Egypt but built their homes and cities on the ruins of these ancient North American cities. But it didn’t stop the Mormons from coming to the area to start their religion.

“In New York, Joseph Smith was visited by an angel in much the way that angels visited biblical prophets throughout the bible. In fact, he believed that two of the figures that came to him in a vision were none the other than God the father, and Jesus his son, and they told him that all the religions of the world was wrong, and they gave him instructions to start a new church that would become the foundations of the Mormon religion. He founded his religion based on a long buried book inscribed on metal leaves and this book told of God’s dealings with Ancient Israelite inhabitants which he claimed were the real lost tribe of Israel here in North America. Of course Smith was labeled a threat to the other established religions and this propelled him and his followers to flee westward where they settled in the area of Missouri and Illinois where ancient relics of lost civilizations were everywhere and allowed Smith to sell his religion to curious settlers. Of course the established religions found Smith a threat to their order and was finally killed by the overwhelming forces that aligned against him and his church around the time that Smith announced his candidacy for President of the United States. Once Smith was killed, the Mormons fled further west and any trace of ancient ties to the lost tribes of Israel in America were ignored by the other established orders.

“Meanwhile, Adam Lemp immigrated from Germany, spent some time in nearby Cincinnati, and moved on to St Louis where he found that he could begin his brewery empire by using those caves of Cahokia as an ideal location for the lager process. After Adam’s death, his son William inherited the estate and began an empire that would change the face of America forever.
The Lemp Mansion was built on a location that allowed him to use the caves to get to his brewery nearby. The Lemp family loved the caves and actually built a theater and a pool under their home where private actors would perform vaudeville acts for the family. However, the old curse of Cahokia seems to have infected the mind of the Lemps and one by one throughout the years, suicides occurred at the strange mansion that still is a hot spot of paranormal activity. The Lemp’s are said to still haunt the area and the brewery empire they started began a culture of alcohol consumption in this country by being the first to supply beer coast to coast. The caves under St Louis have been sealed as best they could when the construction of Interstate 55 was built. These caves are now referred to as the Lost Caves of St Louis, and are all but forgotten to the inhabitants of the city above.

“Modern day Cahokia is just 8 miles to the west of downtown St. Louis. Everyday, thousands of people drive by the giant mounds of Cahokia and have no mind of the incredible civilization that existed there prior to the European immigration that formed the United States. The reason, Cahokia is part of East St. Louis and the incredible crime rate there. Although it is never discussed, East St. Louis is part of the curse of Cahokia and the same curse that fills the Lost Caves of St. Louis. There is far more going on there than meets the eye.”

Leopold could do nothing but shake his head. “We are in Ohio, Mr. Finnegan. Your history of these areas is fascinating but irrelevant.”

“Not irrelevant, but connected. Connected to the mounds of Cahokia are the mysterious Serpent Mound and other mounds of Southern Ohio, which dominate our area. Dates take the construction of the mound to around 500 BC and it is quite obvious that the mound is designed to be seen from the air much like the images of the Nazca of Peru. The odd thing about the construction of this mound is that it is built on the edge of a giant impact crater dating back up to 320 million years. This crater is over 5 miles across and is largely eroded now and virtually undetectable except to the scientific mind.”
Leopold could do nothing but frown. “What does this have to do with St Louis?”

Fletcher was smiling now. “All over this southern Ohio area, from the Native Americans, thunder birds are part of their tribal lore. In fact, the Iroquois nation which consisted of 5 primary tribes that went from New York all the way down to the Ohio River valley believed hunting in the West Virginia and Kentucky areas were sacred and settling in those areas were forbidden by the All Father. The five tribes of the Iroquois were told to unite by a being that came down from the sky.

“Anyway, for years a bird man, or thunderbird spirit has dominated many of the areas along the Ohio river for the entire length of it in Native American lore. It was nothing short of a Bird Man King that controlled the City of the Sun, Cahokia to the west, and in this region, that same character has been called Mothman since the frequent sighting during the bridge collapse at Point Pleasant.”

“This does not answer my question.”

“Just north of Point Pleasant is the mysterious Moonville. A mining town that thrived at the turn of the 20th century but had a violent past and eventually has been erased from the face of the Earth. At its peak, Moonville only had a hundred people in this back woods town, but it was a major stop off along a railroad that connected Washington DC to St Louis. At this town, treachery and debauchery ruled up until its demise and to this day is heavily haunted. Yet nothing but a tunnel that ran through a large hill remains of the town. This tunnel is the portal used by Mothmen that enter and exit our dimensional space and have had their hand in mankind’s affairs for millions of years.”

Leopold is more than confused. “You’ve talked about strange cities, Mormons, ghosts, and breweries but nothing to justify your crimes and obvious psychosis. It is obvious you fear society, and hide that fear in an extensive knowledge of history, that while impressive, does not justify your station.”

“The influence of a race of beings that came to inhabitants from above permeates the mythology of Native Americans and the artifacts left behind show advanced knowledge of events, such as the knowledge of the impact crater. Mothmen are seen by many even today. The only reason they aren’t seen by everyone is that our species is preoccupied with their busy lives and a rapidly growing technology.

“I can say for myself that I fear no human being or living entity on this planet or elsewhere. To fear the mediocre tendencies of the feeble ones is a crime against yourself. They will seek to use fear to place you about in invisible shackles of bondage. The villainy upon you by these beings is a crime. It is an assault against the nature of life which desires freedom and the impulse to live.

“This notion that one should not strive to be superior is preposterous. What gain is there in pretending to be a fool so those in power don’t feel the threat? I tell you this mythology was invented to suppress the strong, and prevent challenges to phantom thrones that make up the mind of a tyrant’s thoughts. Pretending to be a fop with thoughts about the weather, foreign and domestic policy, and sports so to stay under the radar, to what avail?

“I have been told many times to maintain such a low profile. I’ve been told to not be so good. I have seen men applaud other men for showing weakness with women. I have seen much backslapping to the drunk that collapses unconscious on a Friday night, as opposed to the hard worker that stays behind a book all night to gain an advantage over their opponents. I have heard many preachers of peace proclaim honor in such a mundane embrace of values.

“Think how preposterous it sounds to hear tales of a night with friends where everyone became “trashed” and so much so that they cannot remember the evening. Compare this to the heroic figure that donates their evening to helping people, or improving themselves. I say that it is the times formation around control that endorses idiotic behavior and encourages us all to pursue that course. The trick to all is that there is profit in failure, that you will succeed if you stay under the radar and not become a threat to the current administrations by being the well behaved lamb. Look at the established religions, where the behavior of Jesus is shown to be the way to everlasting glory. Jesus is even referred to as a lamb. Does no one question these motives? With the fine mind provided to humans, why are humans so susceptible to bondage? Does it not seem strange that so called Christians, Hindus, Muslims, even Buddists seem so preoccupied with enduring the pain of this current life in order to reach some evasive light at the end of the tunnel, that we should joyfully endure our masters in this life for trade of everlasting glory.

“You ask me what it means to be fearless. For there is no deceit when you stand before the Mothmen, for they can peer into your heart. To be fearless is to realize that the only privacy in the world is that for which you give yourself. It is in accepting that eyes are always upon you, even in seclusion. But freedom from this comes from being superior to your opponents, superior to those that can peer into your soul for they dare not, because what they see there is something they cannot master, and fear then becomes their constant companion, a position they are not accustomed to. There is no lying about this kind of fearlessness. You can not fake this with haughty talk and bold steps. You have to be it, and before you can, you must face every demon that resides within you and eliminate every vice that acts as strings to those diabolical puppeteers.
“Alas, no sooner after much tribulation is a mind under assault by sirens and the timing is no less obvious to the eye trained to the mechanisms of the machine and its workings. The poor woman knows not why she feels such but wants to believe in the magic of love and is blinded by the stage props.

“And what are these architects of desire, these cupids of destiny. That nest of comfort all women in their souls seek where life meaning sings acceptance of purpose. The game is treacherously shallow. Is it an accident that our images of cupid contain wings on Eros, son of Aphrodite? In what sector of the human experience do wings get placed on characters of mythology?

“This appeasement of spirits is not an unusual idea. Vikings were among the first to use decorative ship figureheads. They believed that these heads contained the spirit of the ship and removed them when sailing for home so not to offend or frighten the spirits that guarded their homes.

“This is why it is celebrated to exist in a drunken state. Males hungry for reassurance will relish in the ecstasy of seeing a potential rival at their own level, or better yet, below. The same preoccupation rings with women. Adulterous conduct is a welcome entry into the fraternity of testosterone. There you will find men that have neglected their wives into cellulite temples, yearning for sexual conquest in the arms of the easily manipulated. Profess the same philosophy and watch the gates of power swing open wide. To offer your vices is protection that you will not challenge their crown, for every male assesses his competition.”

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Rich Hoffman

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Where’s this Little Boy’s Mother? The truth behind the London Riots

Where is this little boy’s mother?

You can dig into more of this story at The Blaze.com.

But here’s the core of the issue, these are children. They don’t know anything about the world yet. These kids are too young and naive to understand that they are being used by the real corruption of large institutions, and leftist mentalities to do their dirty work. There aren’t any guarantees that college will even give a young person a chance at success. Mass college participation is a fairly new idea. The world hasn’t seen the results yet. So far the results aren’t very promising. It’s usually schools that are involved in radical behavior. That’s how it was in the United States during the 60’s, and that’s where this radical behavior in London is coming from.

That leaves the question as to whether or not society should even endorse the current form of higher education, if all it can produce are radicals like these students, who don’t have basic understanding of economics, and young people with extremely high social expectations.

Again, the belief from all these people is that money just grows on trees. What good is protesting if the money isn’t there? It’s not the government’s responsibility to provide an education!!!!!!!

It is up to you! If you can’t afford it, work and earn it! Don’t be a bunch of spoiled brats looking for a hand out. And don’t be a pawn to socialist professors that are looking to use student protests to protect their very LUCRITIVE wages.

It’s all about money. Education is a service and if that service out prices itself that is the fault of the institution. Don’t look to government to solve the problem of excessive perceptions.

And that kid needs a spanking from his mommy. He certainly doesn’t belong on world wide news!

Rich Hoffman

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When School House Rock, Rocked! A Time Capsule into the Past

If you want to see just how far the Progressive Movement has penetrated our culture all you have to do is look at School House Rock, from the 1970’s.

When I was a kid, I watched Saturday morning cartoons religiously; Hong Kong Phooey, Captain Caveman, and Land of the Lost were among my favorites.

Back then, sometime around 1974 to 1980 it was almost a guaranteed expectation that one of the below School House Rock video’s would air during commercial breaks.

These were useful and entertaining and helped a growing generation to understand their role in the country they lived in. You won’t find these types of cartoons produced today however. Instead, you get the Tides Foundation’s Story of Stuff, which is now shown in schools with public tax dollars supporting the progressive agenda.

When modern day educators and parents that are using public education as a convenient day care facility, or a chance for their child to get a scholarship using sports supplied by the school as a platform to exhibit their skills to colleges in hopes of getting a scholarship which will save that family some costs of higher education, keep in mind that this mind-set is only one generation old. School House Rock is a time capsule into a period before the effects of Progressivism had gained a firm footing in our country. The signs were emerging, but in our arrogance, we did not pay attention.

But now we’re awake.

It only takes a generation to destroy everything. It can take decades to rebuild.

Do you’re friends and neighbors a favor, send this to them so they can become aware of how quick and radically things changed in just one generation.

Rich Hoffman

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The Nature of Government

On the morning of December 8, 2010, I went to work as I normally do, only the temperature was hovering just above 10 degrees with a wind chill shaping up to a goose egg. I was riding my motorcycle, as I do all year, rain, snow or tornados, and the explanation for our governmental troubles came to me in the beauty of simplicity.

Many people wonder why I do things like riding motorcycles in sub-zero temperatures, and the explanation I could give them isn’t something they typically would understand from their perspective. I do it for what comes to my mind in the pain and endurance of the exercise. Often, being in such a predicament, which takes a person out of their comfort zones, will clarify thoughts. Since I do a lot of thinking, there are a lot of thoughts to clarify, so driving to work in extremely cold temperatures helps.

On this particular morning, I looked at the cars around me. At a stop light the woman next to me had her heat turned all the way up and she had on a hood, windows rolled up firmly. She looked at me like I was nuts. At the next light was a man in a pick-up truck. He looked like a man that fancy’s himself as a rough and tumble individual, had mud flaps with the silhouette of naked women on them. He refused to make eye contact. I could see his hair blowing in the warmth of his cockpit from the turned up heat, again windows rolled up tight.

I thought this morning of all the books I had read about Native American culture, of Tecumseh, Blue Jacket, the great Shawnee nation, the Five Nations of the Iroquois. I thought of Chief Pontiac of the Ottawa’s eating the heart of his enemies like they were just apples, many times while the victims were still alive. I thought of Chief Seattle and his great speech. And as I thought of those men, and the nature they revered, I thought of President Obama and his famous speech to the Fort Hood victims, “I want to put a shout out to the Native American’s,” or something to that ridiculous effect. It was another car that pulled up next to me at yet another light, with the exhaust from his vehicle dancing around his car and whipping around me in the swirling frozen wind. This guy was a typical suburbanite, well-shaven, clean cut, and looking straight ahead at the road ahead. Again, he didn’t make eye contact, and he reminded me of Obama, just going through the motions of living keeping his eyes on the road ahead, but not willing to look at things to the side of him that didn’t fit his learned behavior. For all I know the guy could live in my neighborhood.

On the rest of my journey to work, I thought of the train trolley down in Cincinnati, Strickland’s letter to Kasich on the high speed rail deal, Obama agreeing to the Bush Tax cuts, I thought of the TSA situation, and I thought about the Lakota Levy that is sure to come again, especially once the unions discover that they will not be able to maintain the level of income they’ve negotiated for themselves when Governor Kasich cuts education even more to get Ohio back on a balanced budget track.

Who is to say that riding a motorcycle in the extreme cold is wrong? Only in relation to the rest of orthodox society is it looked down on. To me, it makes perfect sense. It clears my head, like I discussed, and it saves a ton of fuel. With fuel climbing up over $3 bucks a gallon, I don’t want to pay more for fuel, so I’ll buy less. I have a perfectly nice car in the driveway, but I don’t like to use it for all the reasons described.

Big government types have associated themselves with the green initiative to save the planet from human impact. These are the same individuals that roll their windows up tight to protect their skin from the cold weather. They are not what in my opinion an environmentalist is.

Nature is not a fragile organism. Nature lives in the extreme cold, and the excessive heat and it sends hurricanes to destroy entire cities that humans build for themselves. Yet if you consider what the modern progressive minded person asserts with their big government ideas, you would at first think these people have mankind’s best interest at the front of their minds. But when you look at their actions from the perspective of a motorcycle in the brutal cold of a sunless morning, you see how infantile these people are.

Which is more beautiful, the nature that can be seen from the Appalachian Trail atop Mount LeConte or the nature in someone’s back year where all the bushes and trees are trimmed nicely, and the grass is cut, and every rock placed in the yard was put there by the owner of the property.

The degree to which human beings attempt to alter nature is called government. If you look to the forest, where mankind has not put their feet, nature thrives. Trees grow, animals eat each other, and water flows in the path of least resistance. Trees in the forest compete for light, the smaller ones get pushed aside by the bigger ones, and survival of the fittest is the general rule. In the forest, the will to survive is so great that a tree will sink roots into rock in order to get what it needs. The nature of human beings is not different from the organism of a tree.

In the back yard garden, trees are pruned and sculpted to fit the contours of homes, or other trees. Plants are mulched to assist them to grow, and shrubbery is trimmed and controlled. The grass is cut to a desired level, and in some cases watered to ensure its survival.

Our government is simply a garden of which we all have different ideas of where the plants should go, or what flowers we need to plant and where. But the understanding of it all is that it is purely cosmetic. All the rules of mankind are simply made up in the minds of the human being. In the global neighborhood, what is happening in America, is pruning, where the branches are being cut away so that the other trees in the neighborhood can grow, because the big tree of America sucks up all the water, at least according to these green thumbed gardeners called politicians.

The fertilizer and various chemicals we use on our lawns are simply equitable to the stimulus money government has issued to grow the economy.

From the cold morning of December 8, 2010 it became excessively clear to me that the same people tucked away in their warm cars are the same people that buy flowers for their gardens in the spring, and cut their grass on Saturday afternoons in the heat of a summer day. And they’ll plant a tree in this location or that location hoping that one day the tree will provide some shade. And these people take this same mentality to their business, whether they directly work for government, or if they simply vote in the grand idea of a republic, and the politicians they elect do all those things and more to their lawns. And they believe with all their hearts and souls that the work they’re doing is important, and that they must trim trees, and cut grass or use fertilizer in order to make our world grow.

What they fail to understand is that nature doesn’t need human assistance at all. We are simply guests that have arrived like a pimple on the face of geologic time. Our duration on the plant will come and go without the earth hardly noticing. Global warming and every related issue are only musings from human beings that have an unhealthy belief of their universal importance.

For all the gardens those humans build for themselves will be wiped away in time by the true brutality of nature and its selection of what is beautiful or not, what lives what dies, and what is strong and what is weak.

It never made sense to me why so many atheists and others without some sort of faith to ground their terrestrial selves seemed prone to migrate to the conservation movement so embraced by the left, and why so many young people seem attracted to those mentalities. It’s because their undeveloped minds have not yet worked out their place in the universe. This is why so many senior citizens tend to vote conservative, while the young tend to vote liberal. The young still cleave to the ego based notion that they are all there is. The old know better and have learned after a lifetime of living. This is the difference. The silly, small minded politicians think they can actually improve nature with their juvenile influence. But all they really end up doing in the scheme of things is move some rocks around and plant some trees, most of which are quickly uprooted as soon as a major storm comes.

All the policies of mankind fall under this description. So is this a proclamation of anarchy? No. When I go to the forest, I walk the trail, which is not natural, but created by man. I build a fire with the wood that falls from the trees. And I leave the campsite looking the same as it did before I arrived. If I build a home with what the forest provides, I do it understanding that within 100,000 years everything I create will return to nature including every item a human ever created.

Notions like Social Security, Wiki Leaks, Communism, teacher contracts, health care, all laws, all government and every roadway built will be swallowed by nature in a relatively short time geologically speaking.

If the human race wanted to truly survive, it would copy nature. Not try to corrupt nature with their undeveloped ego desire to build a better garden. America was modeled after nature, as envisioned by John Locke in the late 1600’s. But during the growth of government periods, particularly in the 20th century, America has become a land of gardeners instead of the natural element.

Our society needs to ask how much we want to spend in taxes to supply a garden that is purely cosmetic to begin with. Because that’s all any of it is. It’s just gardening by gardeners that have the audacity to believe they can do it better than nature.

I ran into a community once that reflected some of what I’m talking about. It was a little neighborhood on top of Mt LeConte that serves tourists wishing to climb that mountain. I’ve been to Gatlinburg and Pigeon Forge many times and Mt LeConte is the big mountain approximately 10 miles from downtown Gatlinburg which looms over the town. It is the highest peak visible from Pigeon Forge and is an unmistakable monster of a mountain. From the ground you’d never know that speckled across the top is a community of cabins, with some residents that work up there, and guests renting cabins to stay for the night. There’s a mess hall and a couple of rest rooms to facilitate everyone’s needs.

From the top of the mountain, in that little village, all the great monuments of Pigeon Forge are almost completely invisible. The community resides over 6000 feet which doesn’t sound like much compared to mountains in the west, or in the Himalayas but the top of Mt LeConte has its own weather patterns. Its peaks are often submerged in a cloud layer and take the full brunt of weather patterns migrating across Tennessee and Kentucky from the west. But at such a height all the monuments of tourism are just little specs. Nothing looks too complicated from that vantage point.

From atop that mountain, the world makes sense. The people you meet up there say hello and are generally happy to see you. What everyone shares that arrive at the distant land is they had to work hard to get there. There’s only three ways that will get you to the top. You have to walk and climb, you can take a llama, or you can be dropped off with a helicopter, which brings supplies to the top of the mountain. It’s as primitive, yet as civilized of a place as anywhere I’ve ever been. On that mountain perspective is easy, just like in the harsh cold on a motorcycle in mid December. That rugged paradise is virtually a stones throw from downtown Gatlinburg with all the tourist spots, yet the two worlds are diametrically opposed.

That’s when it is easy to see the only difference between the two is the inventions of man, which are transitory at best. In Gatlinburg you run into thousands of people and say hello to nobody. On top of the mountain you say hello to everyone because everyone respects each other because everyone worked hard to get there.

Nature requires one thing and that’s respect. Respect for yourself. Respect for the power of nature. And respect that each moment could be your last.

In the politics of mankind, their laws mean nothing because politicians cannot create respect. And no amount of tax money or social program will give someone respect for anything. They can make a garden look nice, but nobody truly respects the garden because it’s contrived and manipulated by the gardener, and artificially watered and fertilized.

Nature is the only true gardener.

Rich Hoffman

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Utopia

A book I liked quite a bit is Plato’s Republic. Anyone wanting to understand the problems of our current age should read it. Because the political left, and especially the radical left, get many of their elementary ideas from Republic and it’s theory of Utopia later explored more deeply in the Sir Thomas More book of the same title.

To those that think it is a radical idea I propose that communism is making a push to take over the American way of life, and that there is real danger of that movement from within our borders, check out this article. Tear Down the Empire.

Below is the definitions of Utopia from Wikipedia, which expresses the universal themes.

Utopia (pronounced /juːˈtoʊpiə/) is a name for an ideal community or society possessing a perfect socio-politico-legal system.[1] The word was invented by Sir Thomas More for his 1516 book Utopia, describing a fictional island in the Atlantic Ocean. The term has been used to describe both intentional communities that attempted to create an ideal society, and fictional societies portrayed in literature. It has spawned other concepts, most prominently dystopia.
The word comes from the Greek: οὐ, “not”, and τόπος, “place”. The English homophone Eutopia, derived from the Greek εὖ, “good” or “well”, and τόπος, “place”, signifies a double meaning.

Utopia is largely based on Plato’s Republic.[2] It is a perfect version of Republic wherein the beauties of society reign (e.g.: equality and a general pacifist attitude), although its citizens are all ready to fight if need be. The evils of society, e.g.: poverty and misery, are all removed. It has few laws, no lawyers and rarely sends its citizens to war, but hires mercenaries from among its war-prone neighbors (these mercenaries were deliberately sent into dangerous situations in the hope that the more warlike populations of all surrounding countries will be weeded out, leaving peaceful peoples). The society encourages tolerance of all religions. Some readers, including utopian socialists, have chosen to accept this imaginary society as the realistic blueprint for a working nation, while others have postulated that More intended nothing of the sort. Some[who?] maintain the position that More’s Utopia functions only on the level of a satire, a work intended to reveal more about the England of his time than about an idealistic society. This interpretation is bolstered by the title of the book and nation, and its apparent confusion between the Greek for “no place” and “good place”: “utopia” is a compound of the syllable ou-, meaning “no”, and topos, meaning place. But the homophonic prefix eu-, meaning “good,” also resonates in the word, with the implication that the perfectly “good place” is really “no place.”
Another version of this concept is found in the Panchaea island, of the “Sacred History” book of Euhemerus, a writer from the 3rd century BC.

Plato’s Republic will never work. We know that now. It’s been tried in governments since the book was written around 380 BC. I think it’s time we reject the theory all together and instruct the intellectuals that work for us off public money, to put a sock it. Utopia and Republic are both works of fiction and have just as much social value as Star Wars in the scheme of things. To build political movements off such ideas are foolish yet that is what has happened.

Rich Hoffman

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