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The Lion King Goes to Notre Dame: Deposing the global villians and restoring a king

I was very excited to see President Trump represent America at the re-opening of the Notre Dame cathedral in Paris.  I have a personal relationship with that cathedral, and I wasn’t sure if I’d ever get to see it again.  When it was burnt down by what we now know were radical Islamic terrorists, not an electrical short as we had been told, I was furious because I had just gone on a trip there with my family to visit the historical site, and we witnessed up close and personal just how radicalized Paris had become as we walked the distance from the train station speed train from London through all the neighborhoods to the historic site.  We saw the radicalism up close, so it was no surprise that a year after we visited, Notre Dame, like several other catholic churches, was burnt to the ground over a holy war provoked by some of the world’s worst characters barely concealed behind polite society.  I had been following the restoration of the cathedral closely, and when Trump won the election and it was reported that he would be attending the re-opening, it was more than satisfying considering all that had happened.  But as I watched him arrive and take his seat, with all eyes upon him, spying a gaze upon the world’s most powerful person, I couldn’t help but think of a couple of popular Disney movies for the context of what we were seeing.  Usually, when he is thought about, Trump is considered a lion more than an elephant of the Republican party.  So Simba from The Lion King came to mind as the only proper reference.  Then, of course, there are the various Hunchback of Notre Dame movies that are so much a part of our entertainment culture.  But the way the world looked at Trump at that event was like a king returned very much following the plot of The Lion King, and suddenly Trump was there, as was a restored representation of Western civilization.  And it was very satisfying.

I had been very vocal when the cathedral was burnt down. I made my opinion public with written articles and told anybody who wanted to listen or interview me, what I thought.  My family visited in 2017, and we bonded with the place historically. I felt the attack was a personal affront to me and Western civilization as a whole.  And I got into a lot of trouble professionally over the Notre Dame incident.  Several people went for my jugular because they thought the world was going to become a progressive monstrosity and that they were going to cancel culture me out of existence for insisting that radical Islamic terrorists were responsible for the violence in Paris.  After all, we had seen it firsthand.  As a family, we walked over 15 miles all over Paris, so we weren’t reporting helicopter opinions about the place.  But those were the early stages of woke cancel culture, and it was stunning that I was made a target over saying the obvious, and that didn’t go over well.  My anger was further entrenched.  Of course, I survived it all, and the people who did all they did to me are no longer around, and I can only say they did it to themselves.  I tried to warn them, but they didn’t listen.  When you play hardball, the ball hurts when you get hit with it, and I threw it back with some juice.  However, like the Lion King movie and famous stage play, which I have seen many times, Trump was a character very similar to Simba and would soon be cast out as an exile.

Before we visited Notre Dame, back in London, there were protests against Trump outside of Parliament by Big Ben, and the world was seeking to overthrow President Trump’s American influence over globalism.  We would, of course, watch over the next few years as the American-lettered agencies working with scandalous characters on the world stage plotted the demise of President Trump and threw him out of office with the same kind of flair that Scar killed the father Mufasa in The Lion King to the now famous soundtrack of Hans Zimmer, to theatrical effect.  With one of the great symbols of Western civilization destroyed and an American president overthrown through massive election fraud, things were not looking good in the world.  And we all know the story of The Lion King, as Scar took over the tribe, represented here by Joe Biden and his band of globalist insurgents and Chinese connections, things went downhill quickly.  The world started drowning in inflation and terrifying woke policies.  And all look hopeless for a long time.  But like The Lion King, the castaway exile, Simba learned to be a king, and eventually, he would return and depose Scar and get revenge for what had happened to his tribe. And the return would be triumphant and celebrated, just as it was when Trump returned to the fully restored Notre Dame cathedral.  The cathedral and the American presidency had been targeted for attack and destruction as the enemies of the world plotting the doom of Western civilization itself with diabolical plots of evil and mayhem.  And like Scar, they thought they had won the throne forever.  But those dreams shattered once the king returned.

There were periods over the last few years when I thought we’d never see anything good again.  After the burning down of Notre Dame and the way many progressive elements, already significantly entrenched in the United States, were behaving towards a progressive plot over the demise of all Western civilization, I figured it was all coming to an end.  I remember thinking at a checkpoint during Covid, where I was fully ready for a shootout with authorities over an unconstitutional search and seizure event, that this was how it all ended.  Luckily, when I told the authorities that they were smoking crack if they thought what they were doing was legal, they didn’t push it because they knew they were in the wrong during the Covid lockdowns.  And nobody had to draw guns and fire at each other.  But it got close.  I was the only one on the roads for about three weeks in March of 2021, and I had decided I wouldn’t put up with Scar running the world I was living in.  Like Rafiki in The Lion King, I cheered on the king’s return as the best solution, and that is precisely what happened.  And Trump made a triumphant return to Notre Dame as the world who plotted the demise of him and all of us looked on with sudden admiration.  Trump was the celebrity the world wanted, even the bad guys, and it took all this for them to realize it.  And suddenly, the King returned from exile, and the great cathedral was restored. Then, the world looked a whole lot better.  Happy endings are real, and that Notre Dame event was proof of it. As scary as it was, we’ve seen it before in our fantasies, like the story of The Lion King.  We have all lived through it, being taken over by our version of Scar, the villain.  And the world suffered terribly while Simba was in exile.  But after a triumphant return, the world watched with happiness and gazed upon the king as he returned to lead Western civilization forward in ways nobody previously thought possible.  And the world was suddenly a much better place.

Rich Hoffman

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Name the Enemy

It is too early to call the burning down of the famous Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris a terrorist attack by radical Muslims, but it was certainly too early to say that terrorism wasn’t involved. But that’s exactly the storyline even while the 900-year-old church burned to the ground, that terrorism had been ruled out, even as radicals had been desecrating old cathedrals all over Paris for months. These days radical Islamic immigrants have moved into the neighborhoods around Notre Dame so it would be disingenuous to the cathedral not to explore the possibilities. So I’ll go out on a limb and say that I think that it was Islamic radicals who burnt down Notre Dame in an attempt to erase away over 900 years of Catholic history, and they did it during Holy Week, just before the events of Easter. I’ve been there, I’ve walked those very streets and I feel safe to say that the Muslims there—a small percentage—but enough to set a massive fire want revenge for the first Crusades into the Holy Land and they are attempting to wipe Catholicism from the face of Europe, starting with the old cathedrals.

Terrorism Suspected in Notre-Dame Cathedral Fire

I’ve talked before about what a dump Paris is. The city is no longer a beacon of goodness that it may have been at the start of the 20th century. The city has been open to very progressive ideas for over a hundred years and its place as a stabilizing factor of culture has been overrun. It is now just another city in history on its way to ruin, the way Troy was, or any other antiquity from the memories of the past that finds itself watching its own demise. The religions of the world, especially Christendom and Islam are at war, even though they come from the same parents and the ending has nothing good in store for either of them. But the people involved are just too stupid to know better.

Notre Dame was and I suppose still is one of my favorite monuments of Europe. I firmly believe that if not for the domination of the Catholic Church continuing the ambitions of the Roman Empire, that western civilization may not have held together long enough to make a lasting impact in the world. Even though in the short-term, the effects of religion were stifling, the resistance to freedom were just enough to launch the Renaissance, the days of piracy, explorations and conquest of the New World, and eventually westward expansion, all attributes that have led to the start of America and the greatest economy in the history of the world, and most upward leaning culture. Notre Dame played its role in the whole escapade and it was one of my real treasures in life to have visited it and stalked among its history as it was.

But the enemies of western civilization have been hard at work undoing our history for what they think are valid reasons. And they have war and complete destruction in mind. I heard it in the cafe’s of Paris among Islamic patrons sipping lattés and waiting for the very few restrooms that were available that revenge and destruction of the west was all they could think about, and it had been that way since they were little kids. Their parents raised them on revenge. Their mosques preached revenge. And so in Paris as immigrants in the embrace of a city that welcomed them with open arms, arms opened with guilt more than love, they sought to enact that sentiment and prove their alliance to a god who could care less what they do or how they did it. Murder thousands of people or lay homeless in the street chanting segments of the Quran. The gods of history don’t really care.

When I have visited the many cathedrals of Europe, Notre Dame being one of the finest examples I think of literacy. Of course the Bibles studied there were not common when the cathedrals were built, but it was quite something for common people to come to such places and feel the majestic appeal of reading from scripture and thinking above the line for a change. To come to such a beautiful place and think about bigger things was a tremendous undertaking for the human race. It didn’t matter if it was a cathedral, a mosque, or an ancient temple from Egypt or Mesopotamia, the idea was always the same, to create heaven on earth so that the participants would endeavor to better things in life. There is nothing wrong with any of that. So it is quite an evil thing to do which is to seek the eradication of a previous religion and their means to a higher form of living.

Granted, Catholicism had gone around the world and destroyed many religions itself and built cathedrals on top of ancient reminders of lives lived and now gone in the form of advanced culture. But the efforts at Notre Dame were ambitious and as pure as anywhere on earth, and Paris rose from its efforts to become one of the world’s greatest cities. That lofty platform however does have limits. Paris gave up its values and has thus fallen. And they did it by regretting their success and believing that they owed the world something, so they let in the enemies of its culture and made them to feel welcome, which of course was the Trojan horse that has led to the present circumstances in Paris. It won’t take long and Parisians know it, the western culture they know and love will be lost to time.

Part of that lost attribute to success is their willingness to appease the enemies of their culture by so quickly dissociating the desecration of their greatest landmark, Notre Dame to the acts of terrorism when in reality the intent had been shown and the neighborhood around it has been talking about it for weeks. You know the culture is conquered when they won’t name an enemy. For a cathedral that had been lit for centuries with candles and torches, a small electrical fire or a cigarette wasn’t going to cause that kind of damage. There would need to be an accelerant to get into that dry old wood quickly, and with great expansion. We weren’t born yesterday. The fear of being called Islamophobic is much greater. Paris would rather watch its symbols of greatness burn to the ground than be called names.

We are seeing an attack not just on symbols of western civilization, but on Christianity as we know it. The war is Biblical in scale and was predicted in the Book of Revelations, sure. But even as we watch the actions occur we are still empowered to stop it. We don’t have to live up to a prophesy if we don’t want to. Future cathedrals like Notre Dame don’t have to be burned down to make way for the Vico Cycle. We can say no, and Paris should. The radicals in those neighborhoods around Notre Dame, they shouldn’t have their way with western civilization without an adequate defense. But first everyone has to admit to themselves what’s going on, and not just seek to blame such a tragedy on an accident, so not to inflame the enemy. Name the beast and go to war with it. Then eradicate it into oblivion. That is the only proper path forward.

Rich Hoffman

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Lynn Yaeger from Vogue Magazine: An elephant’s ass that sat in a cake and painted itself like a Cabbage Patch Doll

I certainly had one of those, “what the fu** moments when I saw her picture—or whatever it was.  At first I thought I was looking at Joan the Hutt, a loser politician from my area who is trying to run for trustee in West Chester, but at a second glance I learned that it was the Vogue magazine editor Lynn Yaeger.   I had heard that name before but I’ll have to admit, I thought the people at Vogue would be all physically beautiful people who knew something about the fashion world.  What I discovered about Lynn Yaeger was that she was a train wreck of obvious mental depravity.  Nobody in their right mind would go out into public looking the way she does and then attempt to hide it behind some insane fashion sense. She looks like some dude dressed in drag made up like a Cabbage Patch Kid who was homeless—and it was THIS person who started all the crap about how Melania dressed in high heels to visit the storm region of Texas for an assessment of relief.  When I read this from an article that Lynn wrote as I received a notification on my phone in the middle of an important meeting, because of the nature of the news, I stopped to wonder what kind of person this Yaeger person was.  Here is what she said:

Oh, Melania.

In the words of the late, great Lou Reed, you “couldn’t hit it sideways.”

First the now–First Lady (perhaps unwittingly) plagiarizes Michelle Obama in her convention speech, then she takes as her platform a crusade against bullying—when she is married to unquestionably the greatest cyber bully in political history—and now this!

This morning, Mrs. Trump boarded Air Force One wearing a pair of towering pointy-toed snakeskin heels better suited to a shopping afternoon on Madison Avenue or a girls’ luncheon at La Grenouille.

http://www.vogue.com/article/melania-trump-hurricane-harvey-stilettos

http://dailycaller.com/2017/08/31/woman-who-resembles-danny-devito-is-criticizing-melania-trumps-fashion/

My first impression was that Lynn Yaeger was some jealous rival hot chick from the fashion world that might know something because she was from Vogue magazine.  In that context I might have thought that Melania was dressing a bit too Top Gun.  Melania and I are roughly the same age, so she would have been in high school when Top Gun came out in movie theaters and it was a movie that left quite an impression on our generation.  I thought Melania looked very attractive and I liked the way she dressed—but that maybe I thought that because my taste was formed during the 80s when that would have been considered worthy dress for a movie poster for an action adventure film. I had no idea that the person writing the article looked like something someone shit on Duval Street outside a drag queen nightclub in Key West.  I was amazed.

It’s not that it’s right to pass judgment on the way someone looks, but Lynn brought it all up in her Vogue article by talking about “optics.”  Ah, what about the optics at Vogue having one of their start editors walking around New York looking like some kid dressed up like a homeless Cabbage Patch Doll complete with the painted on rosy cheeks?  I mean even if she dressed that way for Halloween it would be inappropriate, let alone trying to sell that look on the city streets of New York.

I tried to watch a few interviews with Lynn Yaeger trying to understand her, and listening to her talk, and I’d say I agree with her about a lot of things.  People should have the right to dress the way they want and to look at their outward appearance as a kind of adventure.  I heard her mention that she goes to Paris often as if knowing that should somehow place her on some rung of un-judged fashion sense—like she knows more than we do about eccentric fashion and should just take her word for it.  But then she thinks she gets to pass judgment on other people’s looks when she obviously has some psychological problems from which she’s functioning.  Paris is a dump in its present form.  If the beautiful fashion models like Melania are what come from Paris I might cut them a little slack for being an armpit of social culture and reckless abandonment of logic.  But if Lynn Yaeger is at home there, we need to rethink letting Paris be considered one of the great historic cities of the world.  The message from the fashion world is grossly hypocritical in America.  If Melania came to any town other than New York, Chicago and San Francisco dressed in those high heels, a bomber jacket and aviator sunglasses, she’d rival the beautiful women cut out on the tool boxes of any mechanic, or hot rod builder’s garage anywhere.  If Melania walked down the street dressed that way everyone would stop and admire how beautiful she was—guys and girls alike.  That’s fashion.  If Lynn Yaeger walked down those same streets everyone would laugh—everyone.  Most people would find her utterly revolting and it wouldn’t go unchecked.   There’s obviously something wrong with Yaeger so that begs the question—why does Vogue allow her to do that—look the way she does?

This just goes to show how politically radical the media industry is, they won’t pass judgment on a fashion editor from Vogue but they will a hot Republican fashion model who is married to the current president of the United States.  If Melania were a Democrat in the White House we’d hear every day how beautiful she was—that’s what people did with Michelle Obama.  We heard all the time what a beautiful person she was, which I thought was odd because I looked at her and there wasn’t anything attractive biologically about her.  I mean that’s what we’re talking about in regards to fashion.  The whole point of it is to increase your supernormal sign stimuli in an effort to attract people who to want to have sex with you.  It’s a purely biological response to the members of the human race.  When women put on make-up and apply perfume—guys too with cologne, they are announcing that they want to be found attractive.  They may not want to have sex in the elevator or actually cheat on their spouse—but they want you to look and smell them.  It makes them feel good to be noticed for whatever personal reason they are doing it.  That’s why women wear ear rings—it is a supernormal accentuation to their natural appearance and it increases the visibility of that part of a woman’s face.  A push-up bra obviously is designed to increase the way breasts look.  Biologically it says to potential mates that this is a woman who can give birth and raise children.  Boobs are supposed to be something that people want to play with during sex in order to get them working properly for feeding babies once born.  As intellectual beings we play with these images to increase or decrease our attractiveness—and we call that fashion.   Lynn would argue that it’s all self-expression, but ultimately, it’s about manipulating our attractiveness in public settings.

Melania, a fashion model who was very successful knew what she was doing and for the monster truck drivers in Texas who were running around trying to rescue people, she was trying to give them something they wanted-something beautiful to look at when everything else around them was miserable.  It doesn’t mean she wanted to sleep with anybody, but it was her way of giving the world a beautiful flower to look at when they needed it most.  We do the same as human beings, we pick flowers for arrangements in our homes and offices—that doesn’t mean we want to pollinate the flowers the way bees do—but the primal necessity toward attractiveness is rooted in the biological element so the presentation of a flower usually has a healing quality to it rooted in the traditions of sex and reproduction.

Lynn Yaeger is rebelling against the biological nature of attractiveness purposefully and it is all part of the progressive platform of taking society beyond the logic of natural assumptions and attempting to destroy deep held beliefs so to encourage interracial relationships, same sex circumstances, transgender acceptance and even group sex as norms in the options available to human beings because if those politically active magazine editors can change the way we view sex and relationships then people might accept new political ideas too.  After all, there are a fair number of men who might be inclined to have voted for Hillary Clinton if it meant they could be in an orgy with a bunch of hippie chicks that might not smell so good, but were sexually adventurous.  Then again, there are a lot of women who will do anything for front row seats to a Rascal Flatts concert, so ultimately the progressive strategy will fail when applied to general human endeavor.  When it comes down to biology the rules aren’t complicated, people use sex to get what they want and if you have something desired—sex will happen often and very creatively.  If you increase your super normal sign stimuli, then you’ll get even more chances.  For women its ear rings, breast size, long hair, an accent on the eyes to make them look bigger, lip stick to make you want to put things in the mouth—whatever.  For men its small hips and wide shoulders, it’s the way they smell, it’s the kind of confidence they emit through body language.  But what Lynn is doing at Vogue is saying that “I’m so ugly that I’m going to rebel against human nature” which is a conscious decision.  But she doesn’t get to play the fashion card by judging Melania when she looks like an elephant’s ass that sat in cake.  I mean, that just doesn’t fly.

Rich Hoffman

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The Mistress Abu Dhabi: Unleashing the wealth of the world when temptations urge change

img_2471My wife was sentimental toward Harrod’s in London because of the long history that luxury department store had with the city that was respectable—so she wanted to do some shopping there which was quite an experience.  It was a very luxurious multilevel department store right on the edge of Hyde Park and was the anchor of all activity in that part of the city.

It was what Tiffany & Co. of New York or Sak’s Fifth Avenue were to the United States but Harrod’s had a little extra flair that I thought was quite glorious in its audacious embrace of capitalism in essentially a country that had embarked too long down the spiral of doom with socialism.  Harrod’s was all about luxury and excess declaring proudly that mankind had stepped beyond the limits of a hunting and gathering culture into the full light of an advanced society that produced more than it needed.  Harrod’s was a celebration of that and offered no apologies which surprised me in a good way.img_2451

As usual however I looked under the covers at the real situation.  I had noticed around London each time that I had been there over a two-week period that Muslim immigrants were in many service jobs at all levels of society and that for them it was a reversal of the Crusades period. Instead of the Christian world this time going into the Middle East to conquer the Muslims into conversion and acceptance of a Christian God—now it was the Muslim’s turn to handicap that originating country of the Crusades with social justice legislation through the EU then slowly convert the Christians which have been convinced to give up on the church into Islamic faithful—and they planned to do it peacefully without firing a shot.

This time there would be no attacking fortresses held by kings only to be slaughtered with superior technology.  There would be no Treaty of Versailles or the Sikes Pikot Treaty—this time the missionaries were coming from the Middle East under a banner of peace to integrate with English society then to convert their children into tolerant-open minded pacifists while the target of the next generation would be full acceptance of Sharia Law.  But that’s still about thirty years away by the attack plan well-known throughout the Muslim insurgents—for now they were peaceful and working in London—and they were shopping and working at Harrod’s.img_2459

You could see the power moves made particularly by Qatar Airlines and Turkish Airways in London to establish themselves as the new superior airline of the world marketing themselves as the next best thing.  And subtly, it was obvious at Harrod’s that they were no longer owned by the Charles Henry Harrod family but by Qatar Holdings.  This was particularly obvious when one of the many floors of that shopping complex was dedicating to promoting travel to Abu Dhabi as the next great metropolis city on earth.  And by the plans presented and so far implemented in that city which is as of now about the size of Cincinnati, Ohio by population density—it has all the benefits of a new city completely built on new wealth by the oil industry as  recently as 1971.  The Sharia Law country of Qatar is only 200 miles to the west of Abu Dhabi as Iran is right across the Persian Gulf 100 miles to 40 miles depending on where you measure from—the number one sponsor of terrorism.  Abu Dhabi is being set up as a fountainhead of capitalism thriving off the oil industry and convincing the West to turn its aggressions away out of a love for what they see there and using that wealth to bolster the terrorist countries which surround the region for their aims as a global caliphate.img_2453

Abu Dhabi is like a mistress to the civilized world—she doesn’t have the baggage of knowing her for 30 years and all the mistakes it takes to make a relationship—and showing that on her face as scars, sagging skin and menopausal hot flashes the way that Paris, London and New York are experiencing now.  Abu Dhabi is the fresh 18-year-old who loves the flash of gold and Rolex watches who would gladly trade sex with one gross looking middle-aged man to save herself from sex with many middle-aged men as an official prostitute in an economically deprived communist country such as China, Vietnam, Cambodia or even India.  She is clean and eager to please so long as she has access to the great wealth that the oil industry showers her with and this is what was on display at Harrod’s in London under the new ownership of Qatar Holdings.

Abu Dhabi was planning big things by the full-scale models of the city revealed at Harrod’s and they planned to be a big part of the international economy—which was a cover story for Islamic expansion to the far reaches of the world.  For instance, it’s not New York or Los Angeles who are looking to be the first to implement the new Hyperloop technology, it’s Abu Dhabi and India because that’s where the money is, and the freedom to build such a thing with loose regulation to allow for proper development of an emerging technology.  Within four years of this writing there will be a Hyperloop between Dubai and Abu Dhabi and an economic center of serious influence will challenge all the greatest cities of the world with new money influence.img_2460

While San Francisco, New York, London, Paris and Tokyo struggle under their welfare states built by old economic rules, the new money of Abu Dhabi, Dubai, and Qatar won’t have those burdens and it will force the world literally to eat out their hand.  However, things don’t have to be this way.  Sometimes all a woman needs is love and the new mistress isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.  I think it’s too late for Paris and London, but America is sitting on vast amounts of wealth—particularly oil of its own and could easily rival the wealth of Abu Dhabi  by unleashing it.  Commercial space travel is being developed in the United States as well as great work by the Apple Company—and of course the Hyperloop is American in its origin as well as countless medical breakthroughs which are seeing the light of day under the new Trump administration.  Between those things and a resurgence of old means of economics capped off by an activist EPA—America could produce extraordinary wealth that would stop this global incursion, which was on full display at Harrod’s in London.  And that’s exactly what is causing all the trouble between the Trump administration and the world powers that have set up this whole chess board.

Trump understands what I’ve said here and his election was a decision by the American people not to surrender tomorrow to the insurgents of today.  We could still have all that Abu Dhabi is offering in the United States if we could climb out from under our debts and embrace being the only country in the world that is truly free, and fiscally independent.  Because the 18-year-old mistress that likes gold and Rolex watches gets old too and within a few years will just be another has-been.  The best investment is to keep what you have nice, and fresh by treating her nice all along and loving her even when middle age provides a second wind.  For London to be saved from these mistakes America has to be there as an ally and for that to happen, we need our own versions of Abu Dhabi.

Rich Hoffman

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Socialism is Destroying The Louvre: Capitalism is the best way to preserve art and history

For a museum that opened in 1793 and had been used as a personal residence of King Francis I and many others after him serving around 10 million visitors a year and is one of the most celebrated of its kind in the world, I had high expectations for The Louvre in Paris. I love museums, I absolutely adore the one in Cincinnati which I visit several times a year called The Museum Center.  However, I have always assumed that places like The Louvre were far superior—after all, when one thinks of Paris they think of two things, the Eiffel Tower and The Louvre so my pilgrimage to that historic museum was something I had thought about for decades.  Perhaps it was because I had been spoiled by the various Heritage sites across the English Channel in England.  My wife and I are members of English Heritage which gives us free access to important historic sites all over England from Stonehenge to Dover Castle and everything in between.  Even relatively small sites like St. Augustine’s Abbey in Canterbury have wonderful museums that go along with their preservation sites.  I had spent a week leading up to my visit to The Louvre visiting Heritage sites and spending a lot of time at the British Museum in London—and I have to say, I was in heaven.  They were so wonderfully organized and put together and the literature they offered was immense and provided me with years of reading.

Yet when I arrived at The Louvre I was greeted with chaos and socialist mayhem. Let me begin by saying that if The Louvre had been in the United States, it would be the greatest attraction in the world, including Disney World.  The building itself was immaculate, stunning even.  And the museum collection acquired under Napoleon rivaled anything else in the world.  It was remarkable.  The combination of contemporary design with the ancient was everything I hoped it would be.  But the main problem with The Louvre was that it is being operated by socialists who have no idea what they are doing.  They have this wonderful museum with all these people coming to it—but they literally have screwed up every aspect of the enterprise starting at the front gate.

My family arrived surprised to see an hour-long line outside the pyramid. We naturally assumed that this was the line to purchase tickets. So we stood in the cold needing to use the restroom for just a little over an hour only to find out that the line we were in was just for security.  The Louvre had enough visitors on a Wednesday afternoon at lunch time to populate a football stadium in the United States, yet the security forced everyone to go through two lines of airport like security which took forever.  Everyone understands that The Louvre is a target for terrorist attacks, but they should have at least had 7 to 8 security lines to properly handle all the museum visitors.  By the time we all got through security we all had to use the restroom—badly.  One of the worst things in France is that they don’t know how to give people places to use the restroom.  They have these ridiculous public restrooms on the sidewalks that hardly work.  Every time I tried to use one it malfunctioned and the seat would come up and the door would come up to the outside letting everyone in the world see you.  So we didn’t use those.  I thought we were in luck by the major tourist attraction of Notre Dame.  We followed the signs to the “toilets” only to go down a series of steps to find a group of east Europeans sitting in a group behind a steel cage charging 1 Euro to go through turnstile just to use the restroom.  So guess what, we turned around and decided to wait until we got to The Louvre thinking it would be like the Museum Center in Cincinnati—and would have like rows of places to use the restroom.  By the time we arrived in that hour long line, we had to go badly and it was almost unbearable by the time we got through security.  There certainly wasn’t any place to go in the courtyard around the pyramid.  Now that we were through security we rushed to the restrooms before buying tickets and found a line there too—especially for the women.

I told my family that I’d step into the men’s room, use the restroom, then I’d get our tickets. By the time I got through that line I thought the girls would have a chance to get through that massive women’s line.  Now keep in mind that this was a Wednesday afternoon in February.  It wasn’t Saturday in the middle of the summer.  For a museum of this size, there was no way there should be lines like what we saw at The Louvre.  Going into the restroom it was pandemonium, and there were as many women in there as men.  It was sheer chaos.  And there were only four urinals.  I managed to use one and did as I said and went to stand in another line to get admission tickets.  After standing in lines for over two hours we had our tickets and were ready to see the museum.  My wife and daughter gave up on the women’s restroom not moving at all for over twenty minutes and used the men’s room under the guidance of my son-in-law.  That solved one problem, now we had another one, we needed to eat.

The plan was always to eat at The Louvre so we didn’t stop at any of the many little restaurants on our way. We figured we grab a bite to eat, spend about 10 minutes eating it, then we’d get into the museum and get to work.  But no, they had only like three restaurants and all of them had half hour lines.  My wife and I managed to get some food as my daughter and her husband waited for an additional 15 minutes to get the same type of food.  The food itself was pretty good, but the means to get it was horrendous.  The employees were slow and unmotivated.  They didn’t care how big the crowds were, they weren’t getting into any kind of hurry.  Service in France is just unfathomably terrible.  Nobody cares about anything and everyone just exists.  And at The Louvre, customer service was not a priority.

Once we got through all that we enjoyed the museum, but the way the experience started put a bad taste in our mouth. If The Louvre had been in America there would have been about 10 restaurants all around the grand room and plenty of seating and bathrooms. Getting tickets for a museum, using the restroom and obtaining food should be easy things for such a large tourist attraction so that visitors could spend their time learning and doing things.  But under the socialist country of France, they even managed to screw up a slam dunk of a great tourist attraction, and turn it into sheer misery.

The whole thing told the story of why socialism is so terrible and how capitalism services society so much better.  Even in England they get it, the Heritage people understand how they make their money to offer services to a public which funds the preservation of art and history.  But The Louvre, they are missing millions of dollars of opportunities and are just living off their reputation—which won’t last forever.  They need approximately ten times the bathroom capacity and that much equally in restaurant availability.  They certainly have the room for it, but obviously not the business sense.  If I were running The Louvre I’d seek out a partnership with McDonald’s—someone who knows how to serve massive amounts of customers quickly.  I’d also bring in other American fast-food chains who are just as good—obviously, the French don’t know how to do that on their own and I’d set them all up on some of those blank walls in the main area under the pyramid outside of the ticketing area.

It isn’t cool to provide bad service, and it certainly doesn’t place people above the bourgeoisie of society to drag ass everything.   Bad service is just disrespectful and it says to visitors of The Louvre that the management doesn’t give a rat’s ass if anyone visits or not.  And from what I saw, The Louvre really doesn’t care if anyone comes.  They think they are entitled to the business and they think that because there really isn’t much else to do in Paris except visit museums that they’ll get by with this kind of thing for the foreseeable future.  But I’m sure I’m not the only visitor to The Louvre to come away feeling disenchanted by their terrible service.   They have a lot of lessons to learn, and for their own sake, they better start learning them.

Rich Hoffman

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Paris is a Disaster: Stepping beyond progressivism and the metaphor of Sainte Chapelle

I’ve listened to people rattle on about how wonderful Paris is, the “great city of lights” for years now, and I really thought I was missing something. Not allowing for a lack of being there to shape my opinions I felt I needed to give the place a chance to win me over even though I knew going in that France was a socialist country and that I’d likely be disappointed.  My family is of the type that we can make something good out of anything, so a little video of our trip can be seen below as we hit the major tourist sites, Notre Dame, Sainte Chapelle, the Louvre, the bridge of locks, and the Eiffel Tower and everything in between as we walked the entire length from the Eurostar train station all the way down to the tower.  We didn’t do the tourist thing of riding in a taxi or a bus to get through the “quaint” neighborhoods with all their “great” personality to arrive at our destinations.  We came to know the city through hard work—and boy did we get to see it up close.  We did hire a bicycle cart to take us from the Eiffel Tower back up to Notre Dame because my wife had developed a massive blister on her foot and we wanted to get her back up to the Boulevard de Strasbourg for the heaviest part of the walk so not to risk being late for our train at the Gare du Nord.  Given that little explanation, this is what our trip looked like getting to and leaving Paris.

But let me say this—Paris is a disaster. A city living off its past that has been destroyed by the chaos of kingdoms, religion, and now open border socialism.  What I saw along just the Boulevard de Strasbourg was enough to convince me to shut down the city and start over, because they have a mess.  It was more of a third world country than one of the premier capitals of the world—and their undisciplined immigration and loose lifestyles have eradicated the city of any nobility of character.  The first sign of trouble came just a block from the train station where two men were arguing, one of them looked homeless.  He had a large concrete block over his head threatening to throw it through a window while the other man cussed at him in French with great passion to put it down.  We had to walk between them to get down the sidewalk and apparently, this goes on all the time because the other people with us on the crowded sidewalk were just going about their business.  If that guy were doing something like that in the United States, somebody would have shot him, it’s that simple.  The whole ordeal was just a hot mess representation of what a country with open borders and progressive socialism produces—anger, frustration, extreme poverty and dirty filth everywhere.  But they do have diversity.  There were immigrants from as far away as Sri Lanka to mass gatherings of Muslim Central Africans and associated cultures.  Only an idiot would think that so many people without common beliefs packed on top of each other and prostitutes thrown into the mix was a good idea and evidence of a successful country.  Prior to coming I had only heard about how wonderful the walk down the Boulevard de Strasbourg was.  Well, those people must have been smoking crack, because it was among the worst that I’ve seen in any slum area in the United States—a defeated community failing by the day.  And if it was that bad in the tourist area just think how terrible it would be just a few blocks in on both sides where the tourists don’t go.  My thoughts were to give those people guns, let them fight it out and whoever wins, they would decide the nature of the community because as it is now, pickpockets, prostitutes and con artists are defining the nature of the city and that’s not a good thing.

After about six blocks of this things did improve as we came closer to the river Seine and armed police stood around everywhere with assault weapons ready to gun down any terrorist insurgents. Just two weeks’ prior an Islamic terrorist had assaulted people at the Lourve, which is one of the biggest tourist areas of Paris, so they weren’t taking any chances along the river which is the breadbasket of tourism for Paris.  As long as we were near the river, I could see a glimpse of the Paris that people have been talking about.  But it was like visiting a relative in the hospital whom you know is about to die.  They are there talking to you and you reflect on their life while they are still speaking.  But you can see the specter of death over their shoulders beckoning them to come hither.  Paris was already dead, but the body of tourism just hadn’t yet cooled to show the menace to the drunken westerners looking to fill their illusions of the famous Moulin Rouge and the Hugo epic Les Misérables.   It was a depressing situation far from the kind of optimism I’m used to in America.

As I said, we did get to visit our key sites and I couldn’t help but ponder the layers of mistakes. As beautiful as the old cathedrals like Notre Dame were, everything I could see was just piled up forms of socialism with the churches of the Middle Ages being the first to usher in the kind of collectivism that set Paris up for failure over a thousand years ago, I have read more about this stuff than most people would care to do in a lifetime and I was explaining a bit of it to my kids when were at the Sainte Chapelle because that is a perfect example of what’s wrong with Paris.  In the lower chamber of Sainte Chapelle is a mini cathedral which represents our time on earth.  On both sides of this room are tight spiral staircases which take you up and into the grand room above with large vaulted ceilings and stained glass enclosures 25 feet high.  The spiral staircase represents death—or the birth canal into re-birth into heaven and this was the point of emphasis for the entire Middle Ages for which Paris was founded and the historic foundation visitors relish to this very day.  I was happy to see it but I felt sad for all the suckers over the last thousand years who came to Sainte Chapelle after throwing their piss and shit out their windows into the streets below to worship in this truly magnificent place when the Greek and Romans had lived better 1000 and 2000 years earlier—and to think that what they were doing was cutting edge wonder—is just stupid.  Paris was a city built on the back of the Vico cycle reverting back to the beginning to make the same mistakes all over again which were showing up just a short time later in 2017 where the culture had broken down to this scribbled mess of ancient religions which no longer spoke to the world due to their failure to update themselves to modern science.

Naturally a society so collectively based, and willing to throw away the here and now for the promise of everlasting life shown in the great cathedrals socialism became their new standard and that has led to the present despicable situation. On the way into Gare du Nord by train my wife and I marveled at the beautiful French countryside, but not in the way you might think.  It looked much the way it had for many centuries, and hadn’t changed much.  There were a lot of empty fields and very little industry.  Then suddenly we were in Paris and then the frustrations of poverty were clear with all the defacing graffiti and long looks on the faces of the residents who have been poor all their lives and like the mythology of the Sainte Chapelle have retreated to religion to show them a light at the end of the tunnel. France had chosen poverty for its people and used environmental worship as just the latest religion to control the thoughts of their people into keeping their lives easily confined to the lower room metaphorically of the Sainte Chapelle where the average European has been for over 2000 years.

If France had adopted capitalism that countryside would have shown signs of more factories, nicer homes, and more commercial options like would be found in the United States—like an occasional Crackler Barrel for god’s sake. France and its socialist residents might come to the United States and balk at our unrepentant splendor of capitalism, of our big houses, cars and lifestyles where every few miles across the country are just about anything you could want and eat.  And just like their past in Paris in forcing people into the Catholic religion and the cathedrals there to provide a state sponsored view of the everlasting, they haven’t improved.  Sure they have a separation of church and state now, but not really.  Instead of their religion being a Catholic one inherited from the Roman Empire that conquered them just a few years after the crucifixion of Christ they now have a progressive view of the world where any religion from any place can come and interact freely and without State regulations—which essentially allows every ethnic community to impose their version of Sainte Chapelle on everyone else.  That terrorist who was shot recently at the Louvre threatening tourists with a knife is the same loser who for millennia before was beheading people for not following the rules of the cathedrals and adhering to the state sponsorship of the everlasting.  Now the new religion is environmentalism and it is purposely keeping people poor so that they must look to the “State” for guidance which has created the deplorable situation along the Boulevard de Strasbourg. Sure women are “free” to walk around topless and earn as much money as a man.  The men have been subverted into little shrimps of human flesh walking around in their cosmopolitan “skinny jeans” which obviously have shoved their genitals back up into them squeezing off their masculinity.  And this has left nobody to challenge the failures of their vast socialism and the carcass of Paris which is cooling by the minute as rigor mortis is fast setting in.

Anyone who thinks Paris is a stunning city of “lights” is stuck in the distant past remembering the life that might have been from the vantage point of ignorance. It’s like remembering that abusive parent while they are on their death bed and the one time they bought you a nice snack somewhere, then beat you to a pulp because you used all their money in the act.  Paris has committed suicide many years ago and has slowly been bleeding out all this time leaving us with a fine example of what not to do.  Like all cities of socialism, it was a dirty place filled with crime leaving people desperate to make any money at all begging for it at every opportunity.  Graffiti and crime are only the most obvious signs, but sex workers are the next layer.  When people start selling sex in exchange for opportunity, that’s when you know you have a failing society and need to pass on some of those open green fields and build a few factories.  Paris never had it right, not when they were conquered by the Romans, or settled by the Celts, or spent years at war with Spain and England pawning off their daughters for the promise of peace with a rival kingdom.  Paris has always been a city of suppression even as women celebrate their nudity and their unshaved armpits as Madonna did for Playboy in the eighties to sell America on this garbage—like a big sister trying to get their innocent sibling to smoke cigarettes for the first time.  The socialism of France was sold to us all through rebellion, with sex, violence, and red flagged upheavals—and their net result has been garbage and decay.

I was so glad to get out of Paris that the Coke I had on the way out on the fast train back to England never tasted better. The city lights faded quickly because there was nothing going on in the French countryside past 9 PM, nothing productive.  Nobody was up late working third shift to make bowls for a thriving export, nobody was inventing the newest revelation of science and technology—the French people were just sleeping and paying respect to their latest religion hoping to climb those circular stairs upon their deaths to arrive in the grand room of heaven.  And I was happy to speed right on by for the English Channel.  As we went under the water and came up on the other side, and the time changed I felt relief to have been out of that dreadful place.  England has its problems with socialism too, but at least they are intellectually curious people rooted in the capitalism of language.   It was like that feeling you have after a funeral where the sad stuff is out of the way and you could get back to what you would normally do—you can take off the stuffy suit and put on some shorts and relax with your thoughts. Paris was a disaster and it will take anyone who follows it with it into the oblivion of death—which is the primary driver behind Brexit.  Thank goodness, we are waking up in America because Paris was not an example anybody should follow, and I can say that now with firsthand experience.

Rich Hoffman

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The Next Generation of Mass Transit: America’s version of Europe’s train system

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I’ve never had much of a passionate thought about train travel because in the United States—we just don’t do it. We have cars and massive highways, and we love our independence. My main experience with trains is in the novel Atlas Shrugged, the monorail at Disney World, and the train ride at Kings Island, the amusement park near my home in Cincinnati, Ohio.  So during a recent trip to Europe and being without a car, I had to learn quickly how to use trains, because honestly, they are the most efficient way to get around.  European cities are just so densely packed as they frustrate suburban development forcing most of their residents into their metropolises.  So having a car in London, or Paris, just as it is in New York in the U.S. just doesn’t make much sense—because parking is nearly impossible and traveling down the roads is ridiculously slow.  With that in mind, getting around London, Paris or between them into the countryside requires trains which I’ve used heavily lately and to a great effect.  The trains in England are quite nice and I have enjoyed using them covering ground from as far south as Brighton, to Canterbury and using the Eurostar from London to Paris under the English Channel.  It was the combination of those experiences which launched my mind on the new train technology being developed in the United States called the Hyperloop—which is an Elon Musk initiation that is being extensively tested this summer outside of Las Vegas.  In fact it looks like the UAB will be among the first cities of the world to buy into the concept which will make the Eurostar look like an archaic dinosaur regarding train travel.  The Hyperloop will take passengers at near the speed of sound and faster which will significantly change the world.

I love that America is built around individualized transportation, but I personally have a need to get around the country quickly—so these high-speed trains are appealing to me. I would love to take a train to Orlando, Florida from Cincinnati to justify a season pass to Disney World so I could take my grandkids there many times throughout the year.  Flying is just a bit too expensive leaving an alternative form in need to fill the market demand.  Since America doesn’t yet have a complex train system like they do in Europe this leaves the United States prime to develop one of their own using the new hyperloop technology as the centerpiece.

This whole train thing really came to life for me at the St. Pancras station in London which shares space across the street from Kings Cross. My wife and I were eating some sushi from the dining area and I was watching all the people coming and going as we awaited our train into the countryside to visit Canterbury.  It was like a mini airport that was carrying a tremendous amount of people to and from.  I was able to visit many more thereafter at Ashford International and as far south as Gare Du Nord in Paris and I have to say it was an impressive system that allowed me to get around an enormous part of Northern Europe quickly and without insulting my time.  While on the trains I was able to read and rest which I appreciated and I found myself hundreds of miles away within an hour and that was something that would greatly benefit the American economy because of the vast spaces we enjoy in North America.

Trains are best in relieving traffic. I experienced this of course in London and Paris, but over the last year have seen it most effectively used in Kobe, Japan where dinner guests came up from the south quicker than they ever could have by car, simply because dense cities don’t have anywhere to park leaving the roads stagnant messes.  To solve the problem of America’s dying cities, wealth needs to be imported back into them by a means that allows people to utilize what they offer.  For instance, Cincinnati, Atlanta and Detroit should be part of a shared market—people should be able to conduct business between those places easily and within the same day—such as a lunch meeting in Atlanta for an hour or two then jumping back up to Detroit by the end of the business day.

When Ayn Rand wrote, Atlas Shrugged she believed that America would have a series of train systems like the Eurostar all over the country, and that they would be privately owned—which would be optimal.  One of the weaknesses of the publicly owned ones in Europe that has solicited private investment and is doing a better job in turning a profit, but the ghosts of their government owned days is evident–they are not always on time.  And at this point, I would love to have a Eurostar type of system in America.  Since we don’t I would think that the Hyperloop would be the technology that would demand the investment priorities.  In the video included from Twitter I was thinking about how fast we were really going while my wife was buying us some snacks in the dining car.  It was easy to walk around and the drinks didn’t slide around on our tables never threatening to tip over.  The ride was very smooth and comfortable which has been the promise of the Hyperloop.  At the time I took the video the Eurostar was going about 150 MPH, and sometimes it was going faster.  The distance between Paris and London which was the length we were traveling is 459 miles and we did it in just under 2 hours.  It would have taken three times longer by car.  This allowed my family to go to Paris for the day and still be back in London in time for dinner.  Without the Eurostar we would have never been able to do such a thing.  Flying would have been too expense and too complicated and driving would have taken way too long.  And regarding security and passport verifications, everything was done for us before we even got on the train.  Once we were in Paris, we simply got out of the train and headed to our destinations with the immigration issues already don’t at the front of the line—quickly.  Having something similar in America would certainly lead to economic expansion for the cities and would even have an impact on the voting patterns—because currently only liberals live in cities making it impossible for Republicans to get elected.  The best way to change a city’s culture is to allow people of value from other places to come in and have an impact—but you don’t want to trap them otherwise they’ll keep their money and input into the suburbs.

I can see Hyperloop terminals all over the United States much like Europe has train stations. They could be vibrant places that move people across vast distances quickly, and cheaply expanding our economic output.  And it could be a uniquely American thing, just as Europe has established itself on trains.  Trains are too slow for me, but Hyperloop could be the best answer for a nation that hasn’t yet invested in mass transit.  I would love to have something like St. Pancras station in West Chester, Ohio—or Monroe.  There was something exciting about sitting at that station and knowing that I could buy an affordable ticket to Italy and be there in a few hours while eating sushi.  It was strange to send a text to my daughter who was in Canterbury from London and saying to her that we’d be there within an hour.   It’s only 61 miles, but with the tiny roads that they have in England, it would be more than a two-hour drive.  That allowed us to step onto a train and be at her doorstep before she could get ready for dinner and that was an efficient use of time.  Something that America could use and the Hyperloop is just the right technological advance.

Rich Hoffman

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Humphrey Chimpden Earwicker: Paris terrorism and the guilt that gives them strength

Humphrey Chimpden Earwicker was running for public office in Dublin, Ireland and was a prominent pub owner who carried a reputation as a great man. A husband and father of three–two boys and a girl he was a man on the rise.   That is until he was walking through Phoenix Park and noticed two young girls urinating with their pants down to their ankles and their sexual mechanisms exposed. Three soldiers spied Earwicker and would later provide testimony as to what they saw as a cod with a pipe approached the distracted celebrity with an inquiry as to the time. Earwicker feeling guilt for noticing the young girls quickly stumbled through an answer indicating guilt that was not justified.

Later the cod’s wife hearing her husband retell of the incident with a bit of flurry to his remembrance carried the story to the local priest. After all, her ear for the spittoon was a seduction that she had great notoriety for, and thus began the downfall of Humphrey Chimpden Earwicker. Soon after the priest uttered a slightly varied version of the story to Philly Thurnston who thus did the same to the next person, who did again to the next person, and so forth until all of Dublin soon knew of the encounter. A pub ballad was soon constructed at Earwicker’s expense called “as The Ballad of the Persse O’Reilly.” Earwicker was so shamed that he soon was locked up in jail—for his own protection, lost his public office, his reputation as a good man, and was put on trial. Eventually the men of the court having sympathy for Earwicker’s shortcomings—because they themselves were thus prone—found him not guilty and the family man and pub owner was somewhat restored once again to his life and daily maintenance.

Thus is the basic story of the main protagonist from the great novel Finnegan’s Wake written by James Joyce for reasons that have provoked the most astute minds of literature.   The purpose of the tale was not to just tell another sultry story of a middle-aged mind caught into the perversions of sexual indulgence by women at the prime of their seductive powers. It was to show a cycle that all societies go through as represented by Earwicker who is often just termed in the novel as HCE—or otherwise—Here Comes Everyone. Finnegan’s Wake is a heavily inspired metaphor of Giambattisto Vico’s cyclical theory of history which states that civilization always passes through four basic phases, a theocratic phase. An aristocratic phase. Right on cue it enters a democratic phase. Then once that cycle has run its course society drops back into chaos and anarchy. We presently throughout the world as seen most dramatically in the opening weeks of 2015 are witnessing the attempt of a theocratic order attempting to use chaos and anarchy to gain control of the world population through radical Islam to start the cycle again for mankind.

In a lot of ways Western Civilization has been undergoing this elusive menace for many years starting with the communist attempts for attention and world-wide expansion during the 1950s and 60s. Behind that mask was the Civil Rights movement who like the priest from Finnegan’s Wake took some of the collectivist uttering’s of the communist insurgents and added their own sprinkling of truth to the story under the guise of righteousness to further deteriorate into a quandary. Now society is so disarmed with guilt not completely justified, that it can do nothing but shut itself away from the world and hope that the courts will find them innocent—which of course they will. But, the damage to all reputations will have already have taken place and HCE—(all of us) will have to be born again and start from scratch under a theocratic order. In this case it is the Muslim who desires to set the new rules and have everyone bowing toward Mecca—or be decapitated as a surrender of individual sanctity in favor of collective identification.

The recent Paris attacks by young Islamic radicals are nothing more than the spreading of a new modern age “Ballad of the Persse O’Reilly.” Their military intention is to destroy the previous cycle of history and gain power for their order under the Vico cycle of an emerging theocracy. They are the girls in the park with their pants down urinating after a long night at the pub singing and dancing. The mechanism used to move society from one phase to another is guilt. Once a group of assailants can get portions of society to admit to “guilt” they can then control that person infinitely. This is what has happened in regard to racism and the progressive platforms. It was Republicans in the United States who put an end to slavery and started the Civil War to free men’s minds. But, using the same social tactics progressive radicals have demonized Republicans into inaction and thrown them in a metaphorical jail for being angry white guys old and outdated while the only people qualified to manage their “people” are boyz from the “hood” with crack sales on their resumes and baby-daddys from here to infinity as their family lineage. Like HCE, Republicans put themselves in jail to protect their reputations from the swarms of gossip and turned toward the law for help. But the insurgents have gained control of the law as well leaving no recourse but to stand on the sidelines and complain about the gross unfairness.

Finnegan’s Wake is a warning of this cyclical procession that has embedded itself in the human consciousness like a sickness destined to always destroy the grounds made among human kind. Humphrey Chimpden Earwicker couldn’t help but notice the young girls with their pants down showing their private parts to the world. Being a man of great reputation he was quick to catch his primal thoughts and get them under control.   But, the cod who asked the time assumed that Earwicker stuttered not out of self-regulation, but out of guilty yearnings, such as the cod likely struggled with. He needed to feel reconciled and momentarily superior so he passed on the story making himself the hero at Earwicker’s expense. The result of the book is to show that Earwicker was destroyed but rose again to return to the beginning of the story.

Yet my proposal and the purpose of this site is to step off that Vico cycle all together. It might be remembered that I had a bit of controversy once, which I considered to be equivalent to the court trial in the novel Finnegan’s Wake. When Scott Sloan asked me on 700 WLW in front of many hundreds of thousands of people to admit guilt and say I was sorry to all the fat-assed despots and levy supporters that I had properly identified, what he wanted was for me to play the role of HCE and put myself in jail awaiting judgment and forgiveness by my peers. Of course I refused because my opinions were my own and I felt no guilt for them. Just as HCE should have never felt guilt for walking through a park and noticing a couple of girls with their pants down. He didn’t pull down their garments and ask them to conduct themselves in such a way, so he should have never stuttered when the cod asked him the time. He had done nothing wrong. Yet, because HCE knew that there would be judgment cast upon him, he knew he had to be careful how he answered, so he made a mistake which then perpetuated itself into chaos—which is the aim of all these endeavors against logic. And so it is that no Christian, Muslim, or Buddhist should feel guilt for the plight of the modern communists behind ISIS, or the Sykes-Picot agreement after World War I, or for slavery in America that was ended by the American Constitution, not sustained and justified.

The enemies of our age are using guilt to destroy us dear reader. You would be advised to stop feeling guilt and allowing it to control your actions. You must first have convictions about things, and be willing to stand by them. If you do not, you will end up like poor Humphrey Chimpden Earwicker from Finnegan’s Wake. Society uses guilt to advance the Giambattista Vico cycles which ultimately always erase whatever progress we truly make as a society in the fields of philosophy, history, religion—even mathematics and science. America is a step off the Vico cycle, and its high time that those lucky to be born under its protections stop feeling guilty about their fortune and protect the philosophic advancements passed down to us for sanctuary. The human race is in our hands, and it cannot be surrendered to chaos and theocratic despots by simple unfounded accusations designed to invoke guilt—and thus surrender of the emotional high ground for which America sits. Be warned, and listen to the quandary of Humphrey Chimpden Earwicker for what it is—a warning to us all. Do not make the mistake he did and carry willingly the guilt of mankind just because a cod asked for the time. Give him the time if he asks for it, but don’t feel any guilt for what you see. All the girls of Phoenix Parks everywhere will do what they do. But those of us who are like HCE have a right and obligation to walk where    they do and not be steered away just because society has its own agenda and a desire to regress back into a theocratic rebirth—and loss of all human advancement thus gained.

Rich Hoffman

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