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Lakota Student Lies About NFL Career to Impress Teacher: The sickness of teacher/student appeasment

Lakota once again is plastered all over the Tri-State news market for sheer stupidity and carelessness among their reckless administrators and general employees. Word from within the Lakota school system has said that a former student from Adena Elementary came to the school to see his old teacher.  Jeff Kline bluffed his way past the supposed beefed up security which was improved after the recent levy passage in November and enjoyed something of a hero’s welcome as he paraded the halls talking about his experiences playing for the Jacksonville Jaguars.   Here is how Fox 19 reported the story.

At Adena Elementary School in West Chester, you have to check in, get a visitor’s badge and have an escort. That’s what an ex-student did last week. He committed no crime and was “who he represented himself to be,” says a school spokesman.

However, he lied about his career, saying he played in the NFL, according to police, and letters sent home by school staff.

That sent up some red flags, and leaves a lot of “What ifs” in the minds of parents. The incident has the school looking over their security plans and policies. 

“We have officers that are assigned to the beat. They’re obviously going to increase their presence. When you have concerns, when parents are concerned, they want to see that presence up there,” said Capt. Brian Rebholz of the West Chester Police Department.

Police have spent time on the school grounds as students are coming and going from the property.

 

  http://www.fox19.com/story/25520691/lakota-school-looks-at-security-after-man-poses-as-nfl-player

As to the name of the former student no media outlets are reporting it for some reason—the kid is over 18, so saving the boy from embarrassment as a former student is rather stupid—considering they say they are desiring to fix the problem going forward.  Channel 19 did put up the name of a fourth grader in their report, so why the police and school would protect a person who lied their way past security to massage his ego around a bunch of children is unfathomably idiotic.  The Cincinnati Enquirer has the name because they checked NFL records to see if the kid had actually ever played professional football even as a practice squad member—which he didn’t.   Lakota, after the incident is now boosting their police presence, which they stated was the reason for the latest school levy—and they got caught being star struck by a former student who could have just as easily have used the same story to get into a classroom and bring harm to students.  There are so many things wrong with this situation that is being ignored that it is literally unbelievable all the people involved actually consider themselves intellectually mandated to advance society as educators—and they have really missed the mark. As anybody who knows anything about dealing with such matters understands, you must identify the cause, not the effect.  These news outlets have reported the effect of the issue, but not the cause.  Throwing more police into the halls of an elementary school at Lakota and sending home a strongly worded letter might make all the parents feel safe and secure—but it does not solve the problem.

The former student obviously wanted to return back to Adena to fulfill some goal established during his days there as a student.  This is the danger of children bonding more with teachers than their own parents as children.  The parents of this NFL imposter should really be ashamed of themselves for producing such a shallow young man ill prepared for the world.   I mean what was he thinking—even after he went to Adena to have all the little kids and teachers suck up to him with his made up NFL experience—he would still have to return back to his car to drive away knowing that he is a loser who hasn’t done anything yet in life.  The fact that he was willing to put on a cloak of such deception speaks loudly as to his actual values.  He cares more about what people think of him than what he really is, and this will lead to a disaster as this event is just a prequel.

Then there are the idiotic teachers so hungry to believe that their work with the young man led to something wonderful, like an NFL career.  The fact that they so willingly bought the story says that they wished to be deceived—they wanted to believe that their adopted son—a former student of the Lakota school system, could punch out into the world and be successful based on their instruction—and all they really did was raise a liar.  And who would be surprised, after all isn’t that what Lakota is really about?  Aren’t they more concerned with appearances than actuality?  Lakota is about raising money through taxes for their unionized teachers disguised as basically pre-adult day care.  Parents drop their children off to daycare facilities up to age 5 and conduct their lives almost independently—as though they were disconnected from their children leaving the little minds to be raised by baby sitters.  When the children become of age for public school, they are then placed in an older version of day care organized by the state to spur job creation among the men and women who reside within its borders.  Much of what actually happens in public school is about illusion anyway—so that those busy parents don’t feel guilt and change their behavior.  The employees of this ridiculous system wish so fervently that it would work and inspire children to greatness that they will soak up any little morsel of success story as a fact without any analysis contrary to their desire.

Interesting how the school board president Julie Shafer didn’t put the young man’s name up on her Facebook account like she did when I called her levy supporting friends’ fat-assed whores—which they are.  They are metaphorical whores to the needs of the state at the cost of their children which sickens me.  If Lakota wanted to stop the kind of behavior shown at Adena they would have released the kid’s name to put the scare into anyone else thinking of doing such a thing—but Lakota is actually terrified that future students might not do the same and become deterred from massaging their egos with the illusion that their efforts at public education are worthy—and successful.  Lakota school administrators and teachers want to believe that they can teach a child to grow up and become a gladiator in an arena filled with drunken fools and scantily clothed cheerleaders to destroy other human beings with the force of their own head.  Their bodies may become ruined after only 15 years of this behavior, but heck, they might get on ESPN a few times.  That is success—a really good player might be able to purchase a boat in Florida and pour $10,000 into the G-String of strippers on a Saturday night before a big game.  Without question these are the thoughts of the teachers giving Kline a hero’s welcome in the halls of Adena elementary with children present and watching closely the adult behavior.

Ultimately, Lakota produced a child in Kline who would rather lie about his career just to impress others—which could be said about every level of the Lakota organization.  Suppressing stories are the same as lying because the attempt is to hide the truth.  The parents of Kline are even worse, they surrendered the instruction of the young mind of their son to a bunch of pretentious Lakota babysitters who created such a deep yearning for acceptance in the young lad that he actually made up a story about his success to visit an elementary teacher he should have long outgrown and forgotten about.  The story is actually a serious one—it’s not about lying to breach security, it’s about the deep need to lie, so to make a former teacher show once again respect to a grown man who still has unresolved issues from his childhood.  Lakota just as they taught the young fellow did what they always did, they threw a few more cops at the situation to make parents sleep better at night, and will undoubtedly throw more money at the situation which is essentially like throwing gas on a fire—but it makes everyone feel better about themselves.

The cause of this tragedy is that the student, Jeff Kline, desired to actually visit a former teacher and get their approval.  To do it, he had to give the school what he thought they valued to get them once again to look favorably upon him like they did when he was a child yearning for a gold star to be put at the top of his work assignments.  Lakota taught Kline to strive for that appeasement at whatever cost, even if lying is the method of obtaining the objective.  After all, that’s what Lakota does—so why wouldn’t their rudderless students do the same?  The answer is they will do as they were taught—and to that effect Jeff Kline did.

Rich Hoffman

  www.OVERMANWARRIOR.com

 

Godzilla For President: A review of the new Gareth Edwards masterpiece

What would you get if Alfred Hitchcock, Steven Spielberg, and Akira Kurosawa all made a movie—it would be Gareth Edwards new Godzilla film.  That is not to say for a second that Edwards is a copy-cat filmmaker paying homage to his boyhood heroes.  The 2014 Godzilla film released by Legendary Pictures is simply that good, and is sincere in its tip of the hat to those great filmmakers.  While watching I kept thinking of films like Close Encounters of the Third Kind, Jaws, Jurassic Park, Birds, Ran, Dreams without attempting for a second to show its superiority to the classic Godzilla movies—but rather being very respectful of them.  If there is a tight rope of movie marketing, authenticity to a beloved character, and the necessity to navigate the needs of the movie industry, Gareth Edwards just propelled himself into one of the top filmmakers in the world forever by walking it cleanly.  The new Godzilla film is simply astonishing.  I have read the reviews and spoken to several people who had seen the movie and I have come to realize that the movie is so vast in its scale that most viewers can only grip one of the many plot lines of the film.  Being spoiled spoon fed movie goers for so many years; they have forgotten the old Hitchcock films and likely didn’t bother with Kurosawa due to the subtitles.  Well, Edwards didn’t have that problem and has simply made a masterpiece that will have a major impact on film history.   I know good when I see it and this Godzilla film is great, incredible, astonishingly beautiful, captivating in virtually every way, and is simply a benchmark film redefining the genre of monster movies.  This Godzilla movie is what Cloverfield wanted to be.  It is simply jaw-dropping grand.  It will take several viewings for everything to settle in and history will study this movie as a masterpiece of modern film.

While waiting in line to see the movie I wrote yesterday’s article about Godzilla.  CLICK HERE TO REVIEW.  So I am already a fan of the 60-year-old monster.  I had to take a few hours after watching the movie to calm down and check my emotions to ensure that I wasn’t just being inflammatory with my enthusiasm.  After rolling around in bed for about 10 hours unable to sleep still excited about this Godzilla film I have concluded that perhaps I haven’t been excited enough.  Four key scenes will explain why without giving away the movie.  The first is the birthday metaphor so carefully weaved into the Bryan Cranston portion of the story.  It was remarkably powerful, and so subtle that most viewers appear to have missed it upon their first viewing.  It was a touch of Steven Spielberg that I haven’t seen from a filmmaker since the film Always.  Then there was the flaming train engine coming out of an intense fog at night across a railroad bridge.  The film quality looked as though it belonged on the pages of National Geographic.  The cinematic effort of that shot was simply mind-blowing.  Then there was the airport scene where the power had gone out across an Hawaiian city then came back on to reveal a giant monster destroying everything—with the main characters rushing toward the devastation.  There has been nothing like that done in movie since Jurassic Park, The Lost World, and Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom.  It was over-the-top exciting, but never so much that it came out campy.  Godzilla pays tribute to these beloved old films without insulting them with direct mimicry.   Then there is the airdrop into the city of San Francisco during the monster fight.  The only filmmaker who ever attempted portions of these kinds of visuals is Akira Kurosawa.  The colors, the atmospheric conditions, the ceremonial aspect of the scene, the immensity of the whole enterprise culminated in that portion of the movie and was simply magnificent.  Edwards was well aware of his geography during the entire film.  The film went from extreme long shots of a storm over the city with the tiny troops falling toward their apparent doom with swirling cumulus nimbus clouds reaching into the upper atmosphere.  Then there are the hand-held shots as they fall through the cloud layer and into the destruction of the city while Godzilla is fighting with the monsters.  All these were cut together with the same level of continuity and it was seamless.  The long view of existence right along with the human perspective was astonishing.  I can’t say it has ever been done more effectively than what Edwards did in this movie.  There was a scene from Close Encounters years ago where the shadow of the mother ship was cast against the ground at night over the unaware human drivers of a truck.  That shot was incredibly difficult to pull off and came from the mind of a very young Steven Spielberg before he got old and stuffy.  I can’t recall another filmmaker trying such a thing since then—until this Godzilla movie.  It is hard to do such atmospheric scenes and Spielberg has given up on trying now that he is in his “mature” years.  But the ambition of Edwards deserves recognition as film schools will study this scene for years attempting to break down its effectiveness.

Speaking of geography it was impressive to tie in events happening halfway around the globe in simultaneous bits of story.  For instance, Las Vegas gets attacked by a monster as Godzilla is hunting the beast from the Pacific Ocean just off the coast of Hawaii.  The extra attention to little details like proximity of terrain to each other in a world shrunk by Google Earth was so refreshing that even smart people seeing the movie will be impressed that Edwards thought of them while staging scenes.  The characters in this Godzilla film were intelligent, and cared about the circumstances around them.  That was refreshing.

Then there was the soundtrack which was equally remarkable.  I had never knowingly heard any of Alexandre Desplat’s work until this film, but it was quite powerful.  Desplat certainly tapped into great film scores by John Williams, particularly Jaws because it was evident in the film score.  The resemblance to that classic piece was unmistakable.  I have listened to the soundtracks of Jurassic Park and The Lost World countless times, and the notes and cues from Godzilla are right in line with those pieces.  It was yet another circumstance of welcomed surprise in a film full of them.  There was a raw majestic energy included with the music that was as big as Godzilla and the story line itself.

The character of Godzilla unlike the past had a deep intelligence to him, a knowing alertness to the circumstances of civilization and his desire to advance it.  That is a new element to these kinds of monster films, Godzilla was quite well aware of his ancient role as a kind of protector of man’s achievements.  He wasn’t interested in the mindless toppling of buildings and power lines, but of hunting down and destroying the monsters which were destroying the cities of earth.  There has been a lot of talk about Godzilla being a boon to nature—reminding mankind that it is not in charge.  Yet if Godzilla were so interested in nature, he would have allowed the giant creatures—MUTOs (Massive Unidentified terrestrial Organisms) to breed and hatch their babies which are all they really wanted to do.  From the vantage point of Godzilla mankind’s creations are pretty insignificant, yet he consciously made a decision to pick mankind over the MUTO creatures.  Several times in Godzilla’s efforts were close-ups on his weary face as if he had been fighting this battle for several millennia.  Edwards smartly captured this intelligence and made this Godzilla much less primal, and much more sophisticated.  As strange as it sounds the creature seemed so smart that I wouldn’t have been shocked if he didn’t sit down with some tea and discuss James Joyce as a literary endeavor.  He was what I described in my referred article written prior to seeing the film as a kind of overman.

Godzilla is movie making at its absolute best.  There isn’t anything better out now and hasn’t been in many years.  Even the epic nature of Peter Jackson’s Hobbit films can’t hold a candle to Godzilla.  This monster film is a benchmark for these types of things that will set the bar very high.  Many reviewers continue to compare Godzilla 2014 to Pacific Rim, but the two aren’t even close.   The only thing they have in common is that both films deal with large creatures.  Godzilla is about so much more.  It’s a movie that needs to be seen many times to understand, and even more times for just the sheer entertainment value of it.  The cost of seeing the movie is worth the climax of the film itself.  They simply don’t get better than that and will still be fun after the 100th viewing.  Godzilla 2014 will become the next favorite film of many little boys desperately seeking something meaningful in their young lives.  But for the adults who grew up with the old versions, this Edwards film is a sheer work of art that will be difficult for any filmmaker to surpass for many, many years.  It is a treasure onto itself and a gift to every creature with eyes, ears and an imagination.  I give Godzilla an enthusiastic thumb up with both hands and both big toes and a smile from ear to ear.  It is movie making at its absolute best and then some and will never be forgotten in my household likely being played continuously forever once it hits Blue Ray.  In the meantime, I will go see it again.

Rich Hoffman

  www.OVERMANWARRIOR.com

 

The Trouble With American Productivity: How cannibal cultures and religion destroy initiative

If you have ever tried to start a business, start a new product within a large organization, or make anything that involves the participation of the population at large you will undoubtedly have run up against tremendous opposition that needlessly seems intent to derail your plans. Deep pocket old money tends to purchase away opposition to their projects with political contributions and under the table buy-offs. But new money innovation has only one way through the gauntlet—and that is by surprise. A fledgling entrepreneur must hope that they can take the market by surprise before the parasites zero in and destroy their efforts. Currently in America—as in most places in the world, it is nearly impossible to do business as most organizations are plagued with do-nothing bureaucrats created by government for the purpose of job creation—without any zeal for production of any kind. They have a parasitic relationship with production—the key to any economic endeavor–and simply get in the way of creating anything of value. The reason for this issue is actually extremely complicated and must be understood by examining closely the map below. It is not enough to complain that the situation is one of economic theory or political philosophy—but is much more primal than that and extends back to the beginning of the human race.image

Looking at the map it will be seen the pattern of ritual cannibalism cultures as they flourished during various periods throughout the world. The map is useful and comes from the book Atlas of World Mythology: Way of the Seeded Earth Part II and is one of the most treasured books in my collection. The map is not concerned with periods by millennia so much as the pattern and residual effects of cultures that had foundations of cannibalism and human sacrifice in their societies. In Europe this was a dominate ideal which can clearly be seen in the Biblical translations that flourished in Europe during the times of the first printing presses and the Roman Catholic Church who built their version of Christianity around such ideals of sacrifice.

Across the Middle East it will also be noticed that the entire region from Greece down to the Persian Gulf had elements of cannibalism which should be obvious to the students of Zoroastrianism which became the foundation of Christianity and Islamic faith—both riddled with deep beliefs in sacrifice serving as their foundations. It should not be a surprise that the concept of Sharia Law allows for it’s followers to sacrifice themselves in this world for promises in the next—which is the basic premise behind the human bomb terrorism acts. The notion of human sacrifice is alive and well behind every Islamic terrorist. The goal of the terror is to convert people into Islamic faith through fear—to force them to take the path of least resistance. They are not asking people to become committed to the Muslim faith through religious purity—but through fear. This is a tribal remnant to their ancient tendency toward cannibalism. Their mythology which formulated the philosophy of their society is rooted in human sacrifice. The fundamentals of their faith believe falsely that something must be given up before something can be gained.

Cannibal cultures seen in the zones indicated on the above map tended to be agriculturally based. The workers of the fields at the time as they do today—tend to plant seeds in the ground and hope that the gods bring them rain to nourish the seeds to healthy crop yields. They felt they needed assurances that crops would grow prosperously and developed mythologies which attempted to appease nature by viewing the crops as gifts from some mystical source which desired some kind of payment. Because of this they developed human sacrifice rituals and other types of blood gifts hoping that they would not starve with bad crops.

The correct way to view agricultural activity then and now is to see the work of planting seeds as productive and the science as stable. If you perform the work, you tend to yield the results. This is why under American capitalism farmers tend to thrive where other countries not as free tend to starve if given the same type of land, the same access to water, and the same general labor force. The cannibal cultures of the past which led to the major religions of the world started with an incorrect premise that pointed their entire societies in the wrong direction. The emphasis of their religions is on sacrifice instead of productivity.

In business this old irrational notion congers itself up in the bureaucrats against industry who still believe that something must be sacrificed if something is to be built—as if all things were created in a finite state and that something must be given up to have something new. Job creation is an act of invention—of making something that wasn’t there before like a painting, a sculpture, or a literary work. A goat doesn’t have to be sacrificed to create a job. The gods do not hand them out to those who have been naughty or nice—jobs are created by minds able to make them. However, for those who do not understand such things, they believe their role in the process is similar to those old cannibals of yesteryear. They will sabotage creativity at every opportunity and attempt to stop any productive enterprise with an ancient commitment to the notion of greed—that a job creator is trying to build something without giving something up. For any such person in an altruistic society is viewed as greedy if they wish to make something—profit off it—and prosper without some kind of sacrifice to the gods of the past. These definitions are left over from their ancestors who literally believed that death of something had to occur before life could prosper.

Christianity is riddled with this type of behavior. The very core aspect of the religion is that Christ died for our lives and that we were condemned of sin at birth. But because Christ gave his life—we are allowed to prosper as human beings and that we should participate in some kind of sacrifice to give thanks to the effort. This is just an old variant of human sacrifice as it was propelled across the European region shown on the map. To replace the sacrificial tendencies of the Pagans Roman Catholics in a desire to preserve their empire used the notion of Christ’s sacrifice as a way to pull belief into their desire for a pacifist kingdom united under the flag of Christianity. There are of course wonderful values in Christianity, but the essence of it is false, the ideal of sacrifice as being needed to be productive.

Work is done by individuals. Goodness is not a gift from out there somewhere in the universe, but within our own hearts. Goodness is made by the mind of man. And everything that comes from the mind of man is considered productive when it is applied to reality. Productivity is the act of planting a seed into the ground and watering it with labor. Productivity is creating a job that was not there before to fill a market need that also wasn’t there before a mind made a need imagined by someone’s mind.

Productivity is not the government regulator who hampers creativity in business to protect a turtle habitat, or the union steward who keeps workers from hitting their piece rate while nearing a labor contract. It is not a mindless bureaucrat that thinks productivity is compliance to some stupid rule that man came up with out of a silly notion rooted in sacrifice—sacrifice to Mother Earth, sacrifice to mother government, sacrifice to our fellow man—sacrifice, sacrifice, sacrifice–ancient beliefs that were flawed four thousand years ago and are still wrong today.

When something productive is attempted the old cannibals of our society come out in full attack—and this is something that will not stop until the mythologies that form their cultures changes. As long as terrorists are willing to blow themselves up to gain access to a bunch of virgins in another world, or sins are removed from behavior because Christ was killed for disrupting the political order of the Pharisees—there will be lots of opposition to real productivity. And starting businesses, creating jobs, and conducting anything productive will be a constant uphill battle riddled with anxiety. That anxiety is needless, but is a direct result of old cannibal cultures and their stupid belief that sacrifice trumps production. Clearly all those who think in such a way are wrong—they just don’t have the ability to understand what a detriment they are to the human race.

Rich Hoffman

  www.OVERMANWARRIOR.com

 

The DEKA Arm: New inventions inspired by ‘Star Wars’

I speak often about Star Wars not just because it is a cool story or that society has a need for escapism but that it has entered the realm of myth which will affect human civilization for millenniums going forward. Star Wars has more power than all the stories of the King Author legends, all the tribulations of Siddhārtha Gautama Buddha, the Greek gods of Athens or the gods of Norse legend. Star Wars has had such an impact on global youth from 1977 that we are now seeing the effects of a new generation of invention which is only just now manifesting. A few months ago I told the story of Leia Display Systems, CLICK HERE FOR REVIEW. That communication device is directly influenced by Star Wars. It is a case where the mind of invention desires to make mythology into reality. With just six films and a handful of television shows accompanied by books and comics, Star Wars over the last 30 years has had a major impact on world culture. And now, under Disney—it will become much more pronounced.  I predict within ten years that Star Wars will inspire changes in religion, philosophy, education, science, politics, and every creative endeavor from architecture to engineering. Star Wars is reaching a critical mass in its mythological development that is driving us all in a new direction.

Yet again, Star Wars has inspired a new invention, this time a device for amputees. Anyone who knows the Star Wars films understands that both Anakin and his son Luke Skywalker both had to make use of robotic arms and hands to overcome handicaps.   One of the central themes of the films are the reasons that individuals become mechanical—whether literally—biologically, or metaphorically by surrendering individual will to institutional necessity. Star Wars tackles a lot of deep issues including handicaps—and this has driven many science obsessed minds to solving these problems in the real world. CNN is among the many media outlets covering the results of this breakthrough endeavor.

(CNN) — Amputees will soon get help from a groundbreaking bionic arm, thanks to the inventor of the Segway and a little inspiration from “Star Wars.”

After almost eight years of research and testing, the U.S. Food and Drug Administration has approved the DEKA arm, a prosthetic controlled by signals from the brain. Unlike most current prostheses, the DEKA can perform such delicate tasks as zipping up a coat, unlocking a door with a key or handling an egg without breaking it.

Funded by DARPA, the research branch of the Pentagon, the DEKA project was overseen by Dean Kamen, who invented the Segway personal vehicle. Kamen nicknamed the DEKA arm “Luke” after Luke Skywalker, the “Star Wars” hero who was fitted for a prosthetic after losing his right hand in a light-saber duel with Darth Vader.

The FDA is calling the device the first prosthetic arm that can perform multiple, simultaneous movements via electromyogram electrodes, which detect electrical signals from the contraction of muscles close to where the prosthesis is attached.

http://www.cnn.com/2014/05/12/tech/innovation/deka-bionic-arm-kamen/

I see this device as a rather primitive version of a coming reality that is before us all. It is only a matter of a few years where there will be robots driven by complicated processors that can articulate movement as well as these prosthetic arms. Humans will simply grow new body parts in the future. But what is driving this science is the mythology of Star Wars. More and more we are seeing inventions dedicated to the inventor’s favorite film—often Star Wars and the frequency level is increasing.

When I speak so often about the miracle of Fantasy Flight Games X-Wing Miniatures table top game I am not just talking about a neat game—but a mythology that is boiling over into other aspects of culture where more inventive activity will transpire. My excitement about these events is that there is a creation of new things that will pave the way for a new kind of renaissance in human thinking. For instance, it does no good to have a great economic system like capitalism if philosophically society is following Immanuel Kant and is held by back religiously by a Roman interpretation of Christianity calling for sacrifice and altruism as the building blocks of civilization. Star Wars deals with these problems in a modern way that has more relevance. Adversely, it does no good to give away ourselves in sacrifice if nobody makes anything. In Star Wars, without Han Solo—the equivocal capitalist—Star Wars would fall apart. In fact, of the two most popular Star Wars characters are Han Solo and Boba Fett—both capitalists who are the most valued characters. The self-sacrifice of Luke Skywalker, Princess Leia, Senator Amidala, or even Obi Wan Kenobi are not as respected. Fans of the movies generally feel reverence for these characters, but they don’t respect them in the same way. This is an important distinction that sets Star Wars apart from other entertainment venues.

I read the early script of Star Wars as George Lucas intended it, and let me tell you—it sucks—“may the force of others be with you.” Yuck. Lucas needed the hot rod hero of Han Solo to give context to Star Wars—and to his own life. After all, here was a deeply concerned young hippie from the USC film program learning about the values of socialism in college who became one of the biggest and richest capitalists on planet earth. There is a lot of Han Solo in George Lucas—more than he’d like to admit. He wanted to think of himself as Luke Skywalker, but deep down inside, Lucas is still the race car driver from Modesto, California who wanted to grow up to be an anthropologist. So he took those two traits and put them together in the character played by Harrison Ford—Indiana Jones and science was changed forever for all different reasons. But Lucas was rich, and Star Wars to the business world is about making money by selling mythology to a world hungry for every morsel of value enshrined from it. Star Wars cannot be described by generalizations—because it is concerned with deep-seated primordial necessity.

Inventions dedicated to Star Wars will explode under the new Disney ownership and let me say—I am extremely happy about it. This new prosthetic arm is just the tip of the iceberg. I can see it as clearly as the words on this page. The next 50 years of human evolution will be among the most exciting in all history—and Star Wars will be a tremendous part of it—it will touch even casual fans in ways they cannot possibly imagine.

For those who are looking around and wondering if there is any hope……………there is. It’s not just in invention that Star Wars is reshaping the way we see the world. I think philosophy will be far more impacted than even science, invention and religion will mold itself around these new philosophies introduced by Star Wars. Those philosophies will not be limited the way humans have confined themselves under Kant, or Marx, but will prosper in a ways that Aristotle always intended. There is real power in the teachings of Yoda that extend well beyond conventional science fiction, and those lessons have raised a new generation who thinks nothing of naming their new prosthetic arm after Luke Skywalker. Behind these new ideas are parades of new inventions that will flood the marketplace with a new kind of human being—who have been taught to be a little bit like Han Solo, a bit like Luke Skywalker, wise like Ben Kenobi and even efficient like Darth Vader.   It is OK to invent things that help all of society, and it is OK to make money at it. George Lucas did both with Star Wars, and all those who have been inspired by it have learned to walk that balance leading to a prosperous future in more ways than one. That future is an exciting one.

Rich Hoffman www.OVERMANWARRIOR.com

 

The Jackie Robinson Story: Hiding bad behivor behind racism today

I had the opportunity to watch the movie 42 about Jackie Robinson, who was the first black baseball player in the Major Leagues. I normally avoid progressive films, and there is a fine line between progressive propaganda with a political agenda and genuinely good stories, which is what 42 was. The film is one that needed to be made and while watching provoked many thoughts that deserve comment.

Jack Roosevelt “Jackie” Robinson (January 31, 1919 – October 24, 1972) was an American baseball player who became the first African-American to play in Major League Baseball (MLB) in the modern era.[1] Robinson broke the baseball color line when the Brooklyn Dodgers started him at first base on April 15, 1947. As the first major league team to play a black man since the 1880s, the Dodgers ended racial segregation that had relegated black players to the Negro leagues for six decades.[2] The example of Robinson’s character and unquestionable talent challenged the traditional basis of segregation, which then marked many other aspects of American life, and contributed significantly to the Civil Rights Movement.[3][4]

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jackie_Robinson

In the film Harrison Ford played Branch Rickey wonderfully which I thought was a heroic story in and of itself. I loved Ford’s role and portrayal and found myself wishing that more people in the world were like Branch Rickey.

Wesley Branch Rickey (December 20, 1881 – December 9, 1965) was an innovative Major League Baseball (MLB) executive elected to the Baseball Hall of Fame in 1967. He was perhaps best known for breaking Major League Baseball’s color barrier by signing African-American player Jackie Robinson, for drafting the first Afro-Hispanic superstar, Roberto Clemente, for creating the framework for the modern minor league farm system, for encouraging the Major Leagues to add new teams through his involvement in the proposed Continental League, and for introducing the batting helmet.

Rickey played in MLB for the St. Louis Browns and New York Highlanders from 1905 through 1907. After struggling as a player, Rickey returned to college, where he learned about administration from Philip Bartelme. Returning to MLB in 1913, Rickey embarked on a successful managing and executive career with the St. Louis Browns, the St. Louis Cardinals, New York Yankees, Brooklyn Dodgers and Pittsburgh Pirates. The Cardinals elected him to their team Hall of Fame in 2014.

Rickey also had a career in the sport of American football, as a player for the professional Shelby Blues and as a coach at Ohio Wesleyan University and Allegheny College. His many achievements and deep Christian faith[1] earned him the nickname “the Mahātmā.”

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Branch_Rickey

I found it interesting that Rickey is yet another innovative celebrity from Ohio and in the film the scenes that took place with the Cincinnati Reds at the old Crosely Field were stunning. It was a reminder again of how much Cincinnati and specifically Ohio helped shape the nature of America. I enjoy baseball, and love the role Crosely Field played in the early days of Cincinnati’s development, so it was fun to see Crosely Field alive in the film 42. To learn more about Crosely Field, click the link below for a complete history and lots of photographs.

http://www.crosley-field.com/

Jackie Robinson and Branch Rickey were noble men from an era that I desperately love. I would never support racism, and respected Robinson’s crusade. I have been friends with many black men over my life, and my experience has been similar to the kind of people Robinson was. I respected their politeness, their manly swagger, and their deep commitment to goodness. Goodness does not know color and clearly, especially after watching Jackie Robinson’s story in 42, as a baseball player he wanted to do “good” and the world is far better off for it.

However, the premise of racism as it is today is to allow bad behavior to go unchecked because of skin color, and this is not right. Jackie Robinson if he were alive today would likely condemn rappers like Jay-Z and Snoop Dog for taking the very things he fought for as a black man and squandering them away using the color of their skin to be detrimental paradoxes of oblivious conduct. Robinson was careful to always present himself as a gentleman to the public and he ultimately won the battle against racism by capturing the high moral ground of the public. Yet against his memory looters, scum bags and social malcontents want moral judgment against their bad behavior obliterated behind a mask of racism. After watching 42 I came away feeling that Robinson loved his wife, loved his children, loved his teams, was honorable and appreciative of Branch Rickey and was a gentleman in every way to the press. That is the kind of person all Americans regardless of skin color should try to emulate.

Yet too many people of color today wish to hide their poor life choices from judgment by conjuring up memories of the kind of racism that Jackie Robinson dealt with—which is an injustice that is not forgivable. For the welfare mothers abusing the system to get free money from the government with out-of-wedlock children, they are disgracing the good work that Jackie Robinson conducted. To the dope smoking gangstas’ from the inner cities—Robinson didn’t fight so hard and put up with so much to have low moral values hide behind the race card. Or to the man who romps around the African-American communities like a bee to flowers impregnating as many women as possible without any sense of responsibility, Robinson did not fight so that you could be such a loser.

I loved the scene in 42 where the little African-American kid chased the train until it was out of sight because Robinson was on it. Jackie Robinson was the boy’s idol. Young people need those kinds of idols, and it doesn’t matter the skin color, it is the conduct of those people who can set the pace of young people forever and give them something to live up to. All Snoop Dog and Jay-Z are doing is justifying why people should stay down and shoot low—and if anybody questions them on their poor lives—call them racists.

42, the movie gave me hope for Hollywood. I loved the movie and will see it again. It was a very patriotic film which deserves its place in history. I’m glad it was made and I’m glad I took the time to watch it. It is my hope that other films like it will be made in the future. Because in such stories are the story of all of us who call ourselves Americans—and no place else in the world are such things done as they are in The United States—even in our games of leisure and evenings of entertainment—of which baseball has a long tradition.

Rich Hoffman   www.OVERMANWARRIOR.com

 

Education is Dead: How to properly teach

Friedrich Nietzsche only lived to be 55 years old and most of that last decade he was at a complete loss of his mental faculties.  His thoughts at the time were extremely profound—but incomplete.  He was on a journey that would require more tweaking over several centuries, but mentally he was going to places no human mind had ever quite dared.  And his mind folded over on itself.  I think about Nietzsche a lot because I am of that same age as he was and I know the pressure of going against a tide—and am always aware of the fragility of mental stability.  The topics I am interested in, Like Nietzsche challenge our views of the world and the way we are all raised.  When those foundations are challenged it is possible for a mind to lose its footing and fall into insanity.  I came to know Nietzsche through Joseph Campbell’s writing and enjoy his views against institutionalism primarily.  When I challenge education establishments with the promise that I could walk into their classrooms and teach better than any four of them put together I fully mean it.  When I look out into the world and declare that the entire education structure is false and failing I am doing it with the same audacity that Nietzsche did by declaring that “God is dead.”  Education has for many become a kind of religion, so by challenging their premise—they react in much the same manner as religious radicals do—with fearful aggression and empty dares—such as invitations to teach their classrooms.

Teaching for me has always been easy.  I do it every single day of my life to people of all ages.  But I enjoy it most with children.  By the end of this article you will dear reader understand why.  Because I cannot explain such a thing until the proper context has been established.  But I offer it out there to those who read here from that education industry and are perplexed by my statements in much the same way that orthodox members of the church read Nietzsche and wondered how he could pronounce such an audacious declaration.   I am different from Nietzsche as he only conceptualized the ideal of an overman.  His body was sickly and his mind was not ready to deal with the weight of such realizations, and he crashed into his own thoughts.  Hindsight provides good maps, and I know how to read them.  This lesson I take seriously as I pronounce that “Education is dead.”  Here is why.

My wife and I had our grandson for the evening over the weekend so we took him to Frisch’s for dinner.  At this point he is only a year and a half old, so his mind is turning on rapidly and everything is an adventure.  I enjoy this age in kids the best because their minds are unwritten by corruption, and everything is literally a possibility.  I use these opportunities to teach.  We arrived at the restaurant and I took my grandson out of his car seat.  I did not carry him, but let him walk across the parking lot by himself, step up onto the sidewalk, alone, and proceed right along with his grandmother and me as an equal.

We were greeted by a kindly old woman who was a hostess and she was instantly dazzled by my grandson’s audacity.  He confidently walked into the dining room like a big person very serious seeing for the first time a world approached in such a way under his own power.  Along the wall by the pickup window were five young waitresses ages 19 to 25 who instantly fell in love with my grandson.  Most children these sizes are carried in like a purse, and nuisance to tired parents.  This little guy was self-reliant—at least he gave off that impression and it was attractive to see such an open mind so confident.  I let him walk to the booth the hostess guided us to and only helped him a little into a seat next to me.   The hostess asked if we wanted a booster seat which I declined.   I didn’t want my grandson to be stuck in such a thing reminding him that he was different from us.

We ordered our food and I let my grandson conduct himself as an adult.  I showed him how to color with the crayons the hostess had provided by letting him copy my efforts.  I didn’t tell him to color in the lines of his kids menu, but to simply use the crayons to his desire.  The food came, and he ate with us pleasantly.  Occasionally he would spontaneously wave at the waitresses who were very happy to respond back to him.  To me all these kids are only a few years apart, but to the girls and my grandson, they are about to inject themselves into relationships where they can have kids of their own and they of course hoped they could have children as cute as he was.  But more than that, adults love the presence of innocence—of a mind uncorrupted by the perils of life—a mind filling itself with potential and it makes them feel happy.  We often look at teenage kids and young adults with disdain because as they make choices that we know will fail them, we despise what they will become.  9 out of 10 adults know that those rambunctious teenagers will end up just like them in a few years—and sadness ensues.  But for a child the age of my grandson, everything is yet unwritten and it is nice to see such hope in the eyes of a child.  Most of the adults in the Frisch’s dining room was looking in our direction with a smile on their faces.

After dinner we conducted ourselves the same repeating the exercise of self-reliance.  We then proceeded to Hallmark to make some Mother’s Day purchases.  My grandson cannot yet talk in sentences, but he is very expressive and we spoke to him like he was a normal person—again equal to us.  Of course we know he isn’t, but there is no need to show our superiority over him.  Life will provide enough blowback to his enthusiasm.  What little people like him need most is samples to learn from—they learn by example—so providing context to memorize is the most important attribute—and success to build from.  For a kid his age every step in life is a success—so such evenings are opportunities to have a lot of little success.  At Hallmark again I let him walk into the store on his own.  Instantly every female in the store stopped and looked his way.

For my grandson the sights and sounds of the Hallmark store were too much for him.  Everything was a new adventure and he quickly saw Disney characters he knew from television and wanted to pick up everything and carry it around with him.  I let him.  As he moved from object to object I put away the things he discarded as his mind filled with the feel of textures, the smell of various products, and the visual stimulation of their color tones. My grandson was erupting with enthusiasm.

Again the girls working the store were of the same age as the Frisch’s waitresses and they had the same reaction.  They couldn’t help but be enchanted by him.  He was the kind of child they hoped to have themselves soon.  On their minds were not thoughts of saving the rain forest, or equal rights for same-sex couples, or even equal pay for women.  They wanted to be moms and to have children like this little fellow and they would do so in less than a second if they could manage to find men in their  lives who weren’t douche bags who wanted the sex, but not the responsibility of raising a family.  Most of their boyfriends only wanted sex with them to satisfy their biological hunger so they could then return back to their Xbox to play games that are much more interesting than girlfriends.  There was sadness in the eyes of these girls and I felt sorry for them.

I let my grandson roam about inside the store and outside it for about a half hour while my wife shopped.  We discovered all kinds of things.  I let him walk around the busy parking lot outside and stood in such a way to keep cars from running into him.  If he wanted to walk across the street, I stopped the traffic to allow him the freedom of movement.  We found outside lots of strange bugs, rocks, and varying surface profiles of the pavement.  When he would step into one of these declinations in surface he would say, “down.”  “Yes, that is down.”  My wife bought him a new Mickey Mouse ball which was his favorite thing in the store and a nice memory to the evening.  At the counter I held him so he could watch the cashier who was nearly in tears over his adult like cuteness ring up the ball.  I told him, “we are conducting an exchange of currency so you can have your ball.”  Two other girls standing nearby erupted into smiles and a woman who had been watching us for the entire half hour boldly said, “if he says that……….it will be too much for me. “  I kept my focus on my grandson and explained to him the value of the money my wife was giving the cashier was to evenly exchange the value of the ball that he would take home with him so he’d understand that something had to be produced to have something he desired.

That was just a sample of a few hours of one evening.  There have been others like it and there will be many more and that is the task of learning.  The reason my grandson was cute to the adults around him was not just his miniature mimicking of adult behavior, but the untarnished potential of the life in front of him.  He literally has the whole world before him, and it is delightful to see the light come on in his mind.  This is no doubt why many people become mothers and teachers—to experience this joy.  However, when minds are stifled to statism and handcuffed by social prerogative which says that one is too small to sit in a booth by themselves, or the road is too dangerous, or you must color in the lines provided, or don’t pick up all the colorful contents of a store, or items they desire magically appear in their arms from a loving grandmother without having any idea how it came to be, we destroy the minds of those children and within a few short years, those bright lights in their mind’s eye go out.

Children grow up with the limits we give them, and it starts at a very young age.  For every teacher, parent, or guardian too lazy to put back things on a shelf, or doubt their ability to protect children from a speeding car or to explain the value of money to a mind still assembling connectivity—everything they do or don’t do has an impact on the child.  The limits they place will continue on with a child their whole life and will either destroy them, or benefit them.  If teaching is not 100% concerned with this adventure in learning, but simply in compliance—it is failing.  At that point it can be said that education in America is dead, and it will not be resurrected under the current pretense.  It will have to be reinvented.

Rich Hoffman

www.OVERMANWARRIOR.com

 

50 Years of Marriage: The Rams draft Michael Sam–the first openly gay NFL player

It was a rare privilege these days to attend the 50th wedding anniversary of some family friends hosted at a church they had spent their entire life attending.  Prior to the event my wife and I had just celebrated a few days ago our own anniversary of 26 years.  My parents were there and next year they will celebrate their own 50th anniversary.  Growing up I had two sets of grandparents who both went past the 50 year marriage mark which didn’t seem unusual back then.  In the middle of the celebration came the news through social media that Michael Sam had been drafted in the 7th round by the St Louis Rams—which was significant because he is the first openly gay player to enter the NFL.  Talk about locker room tension, or even on the field concern of being tackled by the guy who will unquestionably struggle to keep his sexuality in check around naked men every day.  The kind of idiots who think that gay athletes can be paired together without circumstance are the same fools who can’t fathom being married for 50 years to a member of the opposite sex, raising a family and falling in rhythm with that person in a lifelong dance that builds good people as byproducts to the relationship.

A long time friend of mine gave a nice speech to the crowd amassed in the bowels of the Grace Baptist Church in Middletown about how important his parents had been to he and his sister over all those years.  It wasn’t difficult for him to conger up many good memories of all the years his parents had been there for him like a rock to depend on.  As I listened I knew my own children and now grand children had similar thoughts which would become that much more pronounced when my wife and I hit our own 50 year mark.  That seems like a long time ago, but we realized during the speech that all these 50 year marriages had essentially all been present at our own wedding and they were at the stage then that we are now.  I remember thinking at the end of the 1980s when divorce was becoming rampant and easy by lawyers looking to make money off other people’s misery that many then thought 25 to 30 years of marriage was impossible, yet many were present at our own wedding at the Becket Ridge Country Club.  That in itself was sadly unusual.

Long marriages are not about sexuality.  They are about teamwork, commitment, determination, tenacity, love, and a willingness to walk through the fires of life and spit out the flames one by one at whatever cost.  No marriage over such a long time goes without pitfalls because life has a way of issuing out detours to such journeys without any compassion to our sensitivities.  Long time couples find a way to work through things and come out on the other end and their families are stronger for it.

The news of the new openly gay NFL player is a judgment based on a person’s sexuality only.  It is a progressive desire to destroy all resemblance of traditional family values and place before the world the progressive notion of an athlete that is gay as though such a thing could be normal.  Regardless of how one believes another might become gay, the fact that Michael Sam is will without question cause difficulties in the lives of his teammates.

Being married for a long time I can declare with safety that if I were playing football and the cheerleaders had to shower in the same location as my team mates, my wife would not be OK with that.  The reason is because sexuality needs to be focused and conducted in the bedroom of our home in order for her to manage all the other tasks of our family.  Having nakedness and sexual temptation outside of our marriage would then weaken all the important tasks in our relationship, such as picking out new trees for our yard, keeping track of events in the extended family, needs that the children might have and so on.  Seeing the naked bodies of many women even if the occurrences did not lead to sex would be distracting to our relationship.  It introduces elements that would pull the context of our marriage maneuvers into the primal realm which is not sustaining to families at large.  It’s not a matter of trust so much as sacrament.  If every other young woman prancing around gets a nice view of the tripod and can go home to satisfy themselves to its memory—what sacrament is there for my wife who is then supposed to worship it as a phallic beast meant only for her appeasement.  At football games she would know that all the little girls had the same knowledge of it as she.  They may not handle it but the vision of it is there in their minds for their enjoyment.

NFL player wives already have to accept that their husbands are likely cheating on them while on the road for away games.  That is bad enough.  But now they have to worry that Michael Sam will be doing more than playing ball on a football field and even if it isn’t beyond just looking—the act will be a sexual one.  For a man who likes to be under other men, nobody can legitimately ponder that for a gay male—being on the bottom of a football pile is not a fantasy that he will carry with him to his private acts.  For each man who adds a bit of sweat and odor to the fantasies of Michael Sam, it is sexual essence robbed from the wives of the players who are left with almost nothing sacred for their own bedroom.  Part of the appeal of a married couple is that their sexuality is committed to each other—not the world at large.

I do not like it when my wife goes to a doctor.  Her nakedness belongs to me.  Now, in the scheme of the human body we are all just clumps of flesh and once the soul is removed, the body decays away into dirt.  Humans bring value to such nakedness through their relationships.  If every other man out there has seen the naked body of a wife, then there is less sacred appeal in the bedroom—and anybody who has been married for a long time knows the need for such things.  Sure you get used to seeing each other but there is still purity in knowing that every neighbor up and down the street has not seen her which makes her treasures a gift of the relationship.  Without such enticements, fighting through the really hard stuff is not very appealing—and people usually give up.   This is also why being married to a stripper will bring unusual tension to a relationship.  It might be fun while she is young and attractive, but down the road when her old customers are lonely and looking her up online after she’s popped out a couple of kids—her naked body will be on their mind.   They don’t want to talk—but to remember.

To people who think marriage is a mystery and really have no clue to how relationships work, they are cheering for the progressive step forward society has taken as the St. Louis Rams drafted Michael Sam.  They believe that putting a gay man in a locker-room with other guys will actually work but it won’t, mark my words.  The two things are not biologically, or intellectually compatible and the tension of sexual premise will be distracting to the organization in a very negative way.  Progressives are fine with the conflict, because they are out to change the essence of how human beings conduct relationships.  They are interested in the social impact of changing behavior—especially in marriage.

An old friend sat at my table at this anniversary dinner—one I hadn’t seen in about 20 years.  We picked up our conversation upon the last sentences we had uttered two decades ago only he filled me in on the three marriages he had over that duration.  Such things are normal these days.  Having children with one wife then children with a second and third and trying to see all those kids who are essentially being raised by other men who do not share the same kind of values as the original father is simply destroying children—and these days it is normal behavior.  Nobody thinks twice about hearing his story—but when people find out that my wife and I have been married for a quarter century they almost act like they stumbled into a leprosy village.  Yet everyone yearns for the 50 year anniversary.  I doubt there is a woman alive who goes to her wedding day not hoping to someday celebrate 50 years of marriage to her husband. Yet increasingly, such thoughts are a fleeting fantasy.

The progressives have destroyed the lives of many millions of people by teaching them the wrong values; this latest stunt involving Michael Sam is just the most recent.  Unisex bathrooms, easy pornography, and cheapened sexuality mixing gender roles attacking the family unit of tradition aggressively have destroyed our modern culture and left the children to be raised essentially by government schools.  Behind every marriage these days is a parade of parasitic lawyers chasing after the couple like hyenas waiting for one of them to stumble so that legal action against the other can take place and the state can take control of the children.   What my friend was thanking his parents for at the anniversary dinner was for giving him a sense of tradition and value as the trend has moved toward thinking that the Michael Sam draft is fashionable. Anybody coming from such long-term marriages whether it is my friend, me, or my children are lucky and we know it.  But it will be up to us to protect such opportunities in the future as the trend is against it.  Yet it shouldn’t be.

Rich Hoffman

www.OVERMANWARRIOR.com

 

Today’s………………………..Man: Something to cry over

This was yesterday’s man………………….

This is today’s NFL player………………..

This is today’s Speaker of the House……………………

This is America Tomorrow

I’ll stick with yesterday

 

Rich Hoffman

www.OVERMANWARRIOR.com

 

Primary Victories for the GOP: The glee of establishment thinking

Those who love the status quo enjoyed the primaries of May 2014. After failing a school levy in November, Fairfield got their money six months later putting the issue on the ballot again and having next to nobody show up to vote. Cindy Carpenter kept her Butler County Commissioner seat, the Butler County police got their money in Liberty Township and across Ohio 90% of all school levies passed—again due to extremely low turnout. Several Tea Party Central Committee seats were thrown back to the GOP loyalists and the biggest GOP representative of all, John Boehner easily kept his seat against Tea Party type challengers. Big government lovers, like the Cincinnati Enquirer enjoyed thoroughly the retention of the safe old and beatable GOP strong holds and big tax initiatives against challengers.   Here is how they described Boehner’s win:

Tea party challenger J.D. Winteregg, a 32-year-old high school French teacher from Troy, could do nothing to push Boehner from a spot on the November ballot.

Throughout the night, Boehner blasted Winteregg, taking 66 percent or more of the vote.

With 41 percent of precincts reporting, Boehner had 71 percent of the vote with Winteregg trailing at 23 percent. Liberty Township businessman Eric Gurr had 6 percent.

http://www.cincinnati.com/story/news/politics/elections/2014/05/06/boehner-sails-early-victory/8790615/

The GOP and its supporters are happy that they were able to survive a challenge to their authority. They are short-sited enough to believe this primary year will get them off the hook forever with the Tea Party—which they supported in 2010 to take control of the House of Representatives, but abandoned by 2012 leading largely to the reelection of Barack Obama. In the end Obama and Boehner are a lot closer together in political ideology than an average farmer or member of the Tea Party. In GOP circles the common belief is that everything will now return to normal. Radical Tea Party types—those who believe in the United States Constitution will drift away into oblivion once again to hide in discontent behind the shadows. The statists once the polls closed Tuesday night celebrated. Good times were back—there would be a return of the dinner parties, the back slapping, and the golf games—and gone would be all this crazy talk of Constitutional value. Progressive advancement of the old socialist doctrine would continue unencumbered—at least that’s what they believed.

I listened with patience to my many friends that night disappointed with the results and their showings in the election. The school levy issue is a predictable strategy—in Fairfield if they didn’t get their money this time, they’d try again in November—and again and again until they were successful. This is the way of the game, if the public does not give the money the first time, take away some services, make it hard on the public, then ask again once the extortion measures have taken place. In a lot of ways, the GOP has done much the same thing. They simply waited out the storm, dumped large amounts of money at public perception, and put selections to the public during a primary season where most people are far more concerned about the upcoming NFL draft, and the new summer movie releases.

The Enquirer was very happy that most of the potential voters out there stayed away from the polls and those who did vote, supported their social concerns. They will continue to be happy so long as this cycle continues. But it can’t. The GOP is operating in an unsustainable fashion, the communist oriented Democrats are even further out of touch, the school levy increases cannot continue forever, and eventually the police levies will run out because their wages like their teacher counterparts are too high for the services they provide. The reason the GOP and Enquirer enjoyed their primary night was not because their social objectives are superior, but because most people just don’t care anymore. They don’t want to vote because they don’t see the point.

When it is said that “Boehner blasted Winteregg, taking 66 percent or more of the vote” the enthusiasm wasn’t even hidden, yet 66 percent of nearly nothing is the reality. Boehner had 66% of a voting group that was small and already behind him to begin with, so the results are not a surprise. The tragedy is in the apathy of the voters who see so little hope in going to the polls to vote, that they didn’t even bother. And in their absence, public school looters, career politicians, and general scum bags were allowed to resume their activities of treachery.

Oblivious to them all while they knocked glasses of wine together and whispered in each other’s ears about their plans for the next golf game is the end game of this whole election mess. What happens to them when the next generation simply doesn’t care enough to vote—because most of the voters in this primary are from the old days—those over 50 years of age and still believe in civic responsibility? What happens to the GOP when those people are gone?

Their extinction is a forgone conclusion. They cannot continue. The system will not withstand the pressures and apathy of the future. The Enquirer is happy that Boehner had 66% of the vote from a group of participants who are in the extreme minority. The majority cares more about who the Bengals will draft in the first round of the 2014 NFL draft than they do if Boehner is Speaker of the House. And because of the choices everyone involved in the 2014 victories made, from the Enquirer to Boehner’s handlers—the end of the road will hit them hard sooner than later. When that happens, the Tea Party will still be there when the mountainous network of lap dogs have left the GOP vulnerable and chewing their own tails. When that happens it will be remembered the choice of words used in those elections. And “blasted” will find a resurrection to fit the cause of the new day against the old GOP.

Rich Hoffman

www.OVERMANWARRIOR.com

 

A Fox and Her Babies: Being cunning, free–and ALIVE!

I found it fascinating and ironic that a family of foxes made a home in the drain pipe at the end of my driveway. For as long as I have been alive I have loved the character of Zorro which means “fox” in Spanish. They are nocturnal creatures who are extremely difficult to catch. As a young man in Liberty Township I knew plenty of people who trapped foxes hoping to catch them for their pelts. I always hoped that the foxes would evade capture—like Zorro—my favorite defender of justice. Only a few times did I see them captured, but otherwise they were like mysteries of the night. I would see them occasionally like ghosts sneaking across the yard—cat like, but large like dogs with their big bushy tails flowing out like the cape of Zorro. As soon as your eyes focused on them, they were gone again leaving their presence to be in question—as if doubt could be placed on their existence. So it came with some shock that a fox came to my home to give birth to her pups. It is highly unusual to see a fox in the daylight but because the babies had no idea what night and day was yet, they were up at all hours blowing the cover of the normally nocturnal fox. Here is a video of their activity at the end of my driveway.

Zorro is a character created in 1919 by New York–based pulp writer Johnston McCulley. The character has been featured in numerous books, films, television series, and other media. Zorro is the secret identity of Don Diego de la Vega, a Californio nobleman and master living in Los Angeles during the era of Spanish rule.

The character has undergone changes through the years, but the typical image of him is a dashing black-clad masked outlaw who defends the people of the land against tyrannical officials and other villains. Not only is he too cunning and foxlike for the bumbling authorities to catch, but also delights in publicly humiliating them. That last part is a trait that I have personally carried with me most of my life. It is what a fox does and if I had to identify with an animal, it would be that of a fox.

That left a question in my mind as to why if that fox were so smart, why would she decide to have babies at the end of my driveway right next to a road that has frequent travelers just feet from their play area? A fox should be smarter than that. Her nest was quite well out in the open causing many people to drive by and slow down in disbelief wondering if they were really seeing what they thought they saw. I watched the fox and her cubs playing and nursing just feet from the crushing tires of the large cars going by and found it interesting that the little animals never jumped out under them even by accident. The mother was secure in her knowledge that her children would escape danger. She seemed unconcerned.

Even when I went out to film the fox and her litter she seemed unconcerned by me. I deliberately stayed away so that the little ones would not become complacent to my presence, because they needed to stay vigilant. Not all humans they encounter will respect them they way I do. Many will want to make a coat out of them. So it is important that the little fox cubs not let down their guard. But the mother had made her decision after very careful assessment and her pick of birthing location was no accident. The nature of a fox is always a planned escapade that has elusiveness in their prerogative.

In the morning several times the mother fox would sit next to my driveway as the sun came up and I would drive my loud motorcycle right by her and she would not move. She had determined by some unknown method that I was not a threat to her or her children—but how did she know? As I thought of her strategy she was actually quite clever in her endeavor to give birth in that particular location. The success rate of having babies in the drain pipe is that coyotes, cats, and other small carnivores won’t have easy pickings of her cubs while she’s away hunting food. Her dangers are minimized if only she could have assurance that the humans who can see her in plain site will respect her space. The cars that go by are much less of a concern to her dashing children than the natural predators of the nearby woods.

The more I watched her over the last few weeks the more respect I had for her. A few times I had to chase off gawkers who were being too intrusive of her space, and the Butler County Animal control people had to be talked off the wire a few times—thinking that they needed to take some kind of action. My wife told them that the little ones would be big enough to go to the woods on their own soon, so their services were not needed. A few other nosy people behaved similarly thinking that it was their job to remove the little creatures from human eyes—because foxes are known carnivores and do kill cats and small dogs. To them a small army of foxes growing up under my driveway was a threat to their lives in some way. At our home we have an outside cat that lingers in our garage but is out and about in the day and the cat and the fox do not pay each other much attention. In our backyard is a ground-hog that is a full-time resident and harasses our two dogs with his pudgy body wobbling across the yard when he sees them. The fox has shown no desire to bother any of these animals. They are all living happily on my property without fanfare.

They will soon be gone and it is unlikely that I will ever see anything like them again. The more I watched them, the more cunning I came to understand the mother fox to be. Like Zorro, she knew how to hide from her enemies in broad daylight in much the way Don Diego hid in society disguised from his foxlike justice seeking alter ego. The mother fox had made the ultimate strategic move to preserve the lives of her children from the natural predators of the wild—she found safety under my driveway knowing well enough that my family would not be a threat to hers. And she hedged her bet that she would gain enough human support to fight off the parasites of humankind as she insulated herself away from the threats of the woods—until her children were big enough to care for themselves. The cars were surely dangerous, but not as much so as snakes, and other carnivores looking to feed themselves on the young babies—so the fox placed herself between the dangers of two worlds to find that perfect balance of safety for her children.

It was a bold move by the mother, but I am happy to have assisted her—a fellow fox of outsmarting the very nature of life itself and mocking it with her bold presence. Her daylight presence was almost like giving the middle-finger to the nearby woods and all the animals there wishing to make an easy meal of her babies. She knew what she was doing and I’m glad she did. It was a sight and trust that I will not soon forget. From one fox to another…………………………..adios.

“Z”

Rich Hoffman

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