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Jimmy Kimmel the big liberal Pussy: How guns are important to American morality

 

Who is this Jimmy Kimmel pussy crying about things in front of his audience of what’s supposed to be a nightly comedy show?  I was so angry about his monologue right after the Las Vegas shooting demanding more gun control legislation that I waited to respond just to keep my volatile thoughts about him in check.   Kimmel is one of those west coast softies who have obviously been coddled through life and had the fortune to be put into a high platform in the entertainment culture—and he feels he has the right to lecture the rest of America about guns going so far to say that “no American should be able to own an M-16,” and he further went on to berate the NRA for supporting efforts to knock back more legislation from panicky politicians screaming for some short-term fix to a long-term problem.  I think I’ve had enough of these east and west coast liberal losers inflicting on my American culture a value system that is as foreign to this country as an alien visiting here from Mars might be.  Guns in America are important and are at the core of our independence—and every bit as important as any other Amendment, especially the First.  Americans should be able to own anything they want, and when bad guys do bad things with guns, more laws won’t do the trick.  The problem is much more complicated than what Jimmy Kimmel the pussy is advocating.

I had an extraordinarily bad week of last where hundreds of people I have been dealing with and millions of dollars in investment were on a razor’s edge of peril and it took every skill I had in the tool box to keep everything on track.  It was a brutal life that could easily crush anybody’s resolve.  But one thing I do to manage all that stress is to balance it out with things I enjoy and to that effect I had a chance to visit with my family the Neiderman Family Farm down the road from my house in Liberty Township.  I shot guns all through the week on my Cowboy Fast Draw target range.

Then on the weekend we visited a family retreat in central Kentucky where I had the opportunity to do some four wheeling and some shooting of the big guns to blow off some steam.   All those places added up to a lot of good sanity maintenance for me—they reminded me what was important as the storm clouds swirled around me professionally and as usual, I had everything sorted out by Monday morning—because of the way I manage my stress.  Guns are a huge part of that personal maintenance.

When I talk about the big guns, I am specifically talking about my favorite gun, my Smith & Wesson .500 Magnum.  I brought the 500 grain cartridges which are getting close to the top load you can fire out of a handgun.  The S&W .500 is the most powerful handgun manufactured in the world.   With the smell of a campfire blowing my way as a spectacular sunset cast it’s gaze upon my shooting position on a hilltop the punishing satisfaction of firing such a massive bullet at a steel plate target from 30 yards away is something specifically American and uniquely manly.  I wasn’t with a bunch of drunken heathens the way Hollywood might paint that picture

I just described, nearby the women were sitting around a campfire eating camp food and talking about domestic concerns.  My niece was there with me shooting a new gun for her concealed carry endeavors.  Her husband was shooting with me also while my brother-in-law was showing me his new collection of guns.  It was very much a family event and everyone was having a good time.  When I fired my big .500 it hit the steel plate so hard that it broke the chain that was hanging the target and we all marveled at the tremendous impact and firepower of the S&W .500.  For me holding that big gun I think about the great engineering that went into making something that powerful so safe.  Aside from the fact that you need to be pretty strong to hold the gun because of the massive recoil, holding that much power in the palm of your hand to me is a miracle of modern industry—and that’s what I think about when using that marvelous gun.

But some idiot like Jimmy Kimmel would never understand what that moment was like, or those methods of personal management.  They’d say that no civilian human being should be able to own such a magnificent weapon.  Why should I be allowed to have something so powerful—according to the same culture that produces monsters like Harvey Weinstein and the Hollywood pedophiles?   Two days earlier at the Niederman Farm where my family attended the Fall Festival it was all about country living, big barns, lots of animals, tractors, and homemade jellies and apple ciders.  On the way to the family retreat down in Kentucky we stopped by Dry Ridge to eat at the Cracker Barrel there and of course the place was packed.  All the people there were similar to the people at the Niederman Farm.

They were Christian people happy with the simple things in life.  Most of them were gun advocates to some degree or another, and of course in the Cracker Barrel are signs and homage’s to the Second Amendment, from antique rifles displayed on the wall to paraphernalia sold in their famous gift shops.  It was one of the best breakfasts I’ve had in a while, and after such a rough week it really calmed me down.  But honestly it was the environment and the people who did it—it was the southern hospitality that people like Jimmy Kimmel make fun of as vigorously as the they do the gun culture that emerges from it.  Let’s face it; the NRA doesn’t have many impassioned members in Los Angeles.  But at the Cracker Barrel in Dry Ridge, Kentucky I could have stood on a table and read from the latest American Rifleman magazine and the customers would have been enthusiastically supportive.

Did I need to own and fire such a huge weapon which was right there with me while I was at the Cracker Barrel, because we were on our way down to the family retreat?  According to Jimmy Kimmel and the cast of Saturday Night Live I didn’t.  In their west and east coast viewpoints it is more moral to piss in the alley of a bar at 3 AM in New York City and to have sex with strange women which are part of their culture than to go shooting with close family members in the middle of God’s country in the American south.  I could easily look at Jimmy Kimmel’s personal life and pick it to pieces.  I’m sure I could declare a lot of things he likes to do illegal and destructive to a good American life.  At any time I could use that big gun to cause all kinds of damage, but it never crossed my mind because in having such a huge weapon it requires responsibility.  Once you act responsibly with a firearm people find that they act responsibly with other things in their lives as well.   That’s the way you find most people who are huge NRA supporters and concealed carry permit holders—they are some of the nicest people there are in the world—and they are honest.  Owning guns tends to bring out the best in people because the foundation of owning firearms is in responsibility.  Once people accept responsibility for something like a gun, they find they can apply the same values to other things and it makes them vastly better people as a result.

The problems that caused that liberal loser in Vegas to shoot up all those people are more systemic than in the right to own firearms.  Kimmel completely missed the point of the Second Amendment and it was painful to listen to him articulate all the stupid Hollywood dinner party talking points without knowing the reality of what the gun culture is.  I would argue that liberalism is the cause of such breakdowns, and that if we really wanted to solve the problems in our society—then we’d make liberalism illegal, not the physical firearms.  I shoot a lot and I love my guns—they are very therapeutic to me.   I like owning large, powerful weapons because they exercise a level of control that makes people better because of that responsibility.   I know and deal with people all over the world and I can report honestly that there isn’t anywhere quite like a gun range or a Cracker Barrel.  It’s not just I grew up with these ideas around me from my home in Liberty Township to the many times I’ve been shooting with family members.  I routinely deal with people of Hindu faith, people who are devote Buddhists—many people from every corner of the globe and I get along well with all of them.  But what’s missing from their various cultures is the kind of independence and positive American spirit that you find in places like that Dry Ridge Cracker Barrel.

The Niederman Family Farm is an expensive ticket, but it is in Liberty Township where most of the homes these days are well over a quarter million dollars.  It’s not uncommon anymore for a home in my neck of the woods to be close to a million dollars—and for the people who move to Liberty Township they want the best of both worlds.  They want access to the great industry that is common to the area in very capitalist friendly political zones, and they like being able to take their families to the Niederman Farm on holidays.  With the money they make at the Niederman Farm they pay their taxes and they improve the property every year so everyone wins.  As I ate a hot dog there during a setting sun with my grandchildren and sipped on drink I thought of Jimmy Kimmel and realized that he was a lost guy who was stuck in a bubble of Hollywood culture that didn’t like people who eat at the Cracker Barrel.  They didn’t like NRA members because guns are beyond their experience.  They are big government socialists who want to mold the world into the image of the rest of the world, which is in a lot of trouble.  I would rather eat at the Cracker Barrel in Dry Ridge or shoot my big .500 Magnum against a setting sun with the smell of wood smoke fresh from a raging camp fire than to eat noodles in Tokyo or sip wine in Venice.  That is what these gun grabbing cry babies are really scared of.  It’s not the guns, but the attitude and independence of the people who use guns to maintain a philosophy that is rooted in individualism instead of collectivism.  Jimmy Kimmel is a pussy because the weight and sorrow of the collective tragedy of Las Vegas was just too much for him.  He had no mechanisms of intellect to deal with his feelings of despair that he felt in realizing that the institution of Americanism couldn’t keep people from harm—and he wants even more laws to support his false belief in the merits of institutionalism.  But for me, and many people who carry and use guns a lot, especially big guns—it is in the focus on personal responsibility in having such things that make us hold the door open for ladies at the Dry Ridge Cracker Barrel while everyone waits in line to just be seated—and they are happy to do it, because they are generally happy people treating their fellow Americans with reverence and respect.  What drives liberals’ crazy is that the respect starts with gun ownership and is the backbone of a civil society—and that is why they cry like a bunch of dwindling pussies on a quest for their own destruction every chance they get, which is why liberalism should be illegal well before guns ever are.

Oh, and remember when I said I practiced Cowboy Fast Draw in my private range?  Well, this is what it looks like.  To me it’s like practicing a golf swing–it’s a sport–a way to test yourself against the forces of nature.  And its pretty cool and a lot better than anything liberals like Jimmy Kimmel do for fun.

Rich Hoffman

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Why NBC Caved To Trump: Patti Alderson’s mural at the West Chester hospital

I couldn’t help but think of the irony as my second grandchild, a little girl, was born at the West Chester hospital on October 15th 2015. As I waited for my daughter to give birth I sat in the waiting room of the birthing center and studied a very nice mural of the popular attractions in and around the hospital. Even Liberty Center was on the painting, which meant that it was created very recently as the shopping complex had not yet opened as of this writing. Then I noticed in the bottom corner of the giant wall sized painting that it was commissioned by Dick and Patti Alderson—whom are the local big players of the local Republican Party. It was a nice painting and I enjoyed looking at it. I’m sure from their perspective they were doing all good things in their life balancing their wealth with community enrichment and all those wonderful, sentimental things. I will always have a bad taste in my mouth because of Patti and the way she stuck herself into my No Lakota Levy group from the inside for what she perceived to be the community good. Her goal was to place my group under the scrutiny of public consensus which all Republicans these days from every city were adhering. Her Republican strategy was to be more like Democrats—publicly giving, soft-natured, and generally passive. Under the guidance of people like her from every city they created losing presidential campaigns from both McCain in 2008 then Mitt Romney in 2012. They tried to apply the same constraints on me, which of course I didn’t adhere to. I tried to tell them how wrong they were at the time, but they didn’t listen. Now, with Donald Trump increasing his lead in just about every national poll that matters, they are learning now why they should have listened to me in 2012. They would have been much better prepared for what’s happening now than they are.

As I looked at that painting I was thinking of Donald Trump and how much of a stand NBC took against him for his illegal alien comments. That NBC protest reminded me of the way Patti Alderson pulled on area Republicans to distance themselves from my guidance centering on No Lakota Levy. I told everyone that it wouldn’t work that people would still listen to me because they wanted someone who fought. The public doesn’t want Republicans who cave under pressure. Trump instinctively knew that and when NBC pulled away from him to try to yank him back to a centralist’s political presence, he lashed out at them. Now, within just three months of their spectacular divorce, NBC is welcoming Trump back to their network. Trump will host Saturday Night Live which will be a huge deal for the presidential candidate. The ratings for the show will be explosive, which Loren Michaels clearly understands. Even though SNL will have to make the same offer to the other presidential candidates under the equal time rule, the situation clearly plays in favor of Trump. SNL is willing to take a ratings hit on those other candidates so that they can have Trump. That’s how powerful his message is.

Many hours later after the sun came up and my daughter had finally gave birth my grandson and I went over to the VOA Park to keep him busy as the hospital cleaned up his new little sister and tended to my daughter with some much-needed rest. The media found me there playing with him next to the lake dock watching the ducks swim in the October sunshine. Trump does things on a bigger scale than I do—he seems to like that kind of attention more than me—but “A” type personalities are always entertaining and able to bounce back no matter what is thrown at them. Trump certainly fits that description and it’s always been a personality trait of mine—to fight through anything and everything to come out on top. The Journal News reporter was a nice guy looking to do a community piece about how the park was being used so he took some pictures of my grandson and me playing.

Patti Alderson had made the Lakota schools system a promise that she would use her resources to block me out of public attention. A small legion of pro levy supporting advocates flooded The Pulse Journal and WLW radio with angry letters because they covered me so much. So those media outlets reacted and listened to the anger and covered me less. The Pulse Journal is all but out of business now, they had to drop their lease at the nice plaza by Lakota East and Clear Channel radio in Cincinnati is struggling under a changing marketplace. XM radio and iHeart are changing the business and the WLW tower that I could see easily from the VOA Park has much less relevance than it once did. As usual, guys like me outlast the controversy and are always poised for a photograph or a quote whereas the media outlets that buckle to the pressure find themselves slowly dying if they hold the line by listening to people like Patti and avoiding people like me. I have much better quotes in much higher quantities of content which go without saying.

NBC knows why Trump is successful and no matter how much they might resent the presidential billionaire candidate—they know they have to cover him or they will lose ratings—because the public likes what Trump stands for and what he might be able to do as a leader of the free world. If nothing else, he will at least entertain them. I made those predictions when Patti tried to move the Republican Party against me and paint me out of the media. Well, all that happened was that new media outlets covered me and my blog has more daily readers than most newspapers. I’m still in business while a lot of them are letting people go because their business is so terrible. So who got hurt and who succeeded?

The world had changed a lot politically in just the last four years. In 2009 the VOA Park was the location of John Kasich’s run for governor where he appealed to the Tea Party crowd successfully distancing himself from his friend Ted Strickland. Patti Alderson was all about that brand of conservatism and supported those efforts as a roaring crowd filled the fields with an ocean of vicious support for the would-be governor. Patti became a part of Kasich’s administration and continued to be a major donor and host of the Party. But as it turned out Kasich and Strickland where ideologically more alike than not—both middle grounders politically who played on both sides of the aisle—just as Patti, one of the biggest leaders of the Party from a social standpoint was. She was a tax increase supporter and major fundraiser which forced many Republicans to play ball by the rules she invoked—quietly. Clearly Patti and her gang of area Republican wouldn’t organize such a festival at the VOA Park for Donald Trump for all the reasons that she alienated herself from me.

It saddened me a bit to think of the VOA Park, such a nice place that was the center of much political mastery—in a good way. When Patti and many others brought Kasich to the VOA Park half a decade ago, it was a packed event. When that loser governor came just a few years ago back to the same location to hold an event at the Ronald Reagan building—which is a wonderful venue for such a thing—there were only a few people there to hear the speech. Event organizers had to spread out the crowd to make it look better for media reporters who couldn’t help but catch all the bare spots where there wasn’t any crowd in the audience—because not enough people were interested in seeing the governor who had expanded Medicare, led the state to more alliance with Barrack Obama, and lost to the labor unions at the negotiating table over Senate Bill 5.

While the world of the old Republicans continues to dwindle, due to an adherence to their own failed ideology of centralist political behavior, those who do what they say and actually stand for something continue to succeed. Republicans only have themselves to blame. The resources are all there, they have just misused them with an arrogance that they could apply their considerable political pull to yank the entire society in a direction they didn’t want to go. Trump will still come to Cincinnati and will fill some venue with screaming fans. He doesn’t need Patti Alderson to move and shake things for him—which probably steams her to no end. Trump won’t come to her summer parties and he won’t make time for her charity events. So she might encourage people to boycott him, just as she encouraged boycotts of me in the past on a much smaller scale, but the result will be the same, just as NBC has had to learn.

You people will do much better at life if you just shut up and listen to me. I do know best and your lives will be much better off once you accept that. I will say that painting at the West Chester Hospital was very nice. It’s nice to do nice things for hospitals and schools. But the hard decisions and bulk of the activity regarding productivity will always fall on the “A” type personalities who cannot be stuffed in a box with social pressure. Because the reality of social pressure is that they need people like Trump more than Trump needs them. The sooner they realize that basic notion, the better off the Republican Party will be and the VOA Park could and should be filled with Trump supporters at a future rally. NBC learned that hard lesson. Its time that everyone else learn it too for their own good.

Rich Hoffman

 CLIFFHANGER RESEARCH & DEVELOPMENT

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“Dad, It’s Only ISIS,”: SNL’s controversy cuts to a deeper issue about raising girls

A lot has been said over the first week of March 2015 about the Saturday Night Live skit that divided the Internet over the controversial Dakota Johnson short involving ISIS taking her away from her father. When I first saw it, I laughed hard, not because of the ISIS reference which seemed to soak up all the attention, but for another reason. In the skit Dakota Johnson speaks to her father played by Taran Killam as if she were being dropped off at college. It was a touching kind of thing that we have seen before in so many romantic comedies. But just as the young daughter leaves her teary eyed father for what looks like the last time she says, “Dad, it’s only ISIS.” That’s when the audience realizes that the father’s little girl is not going off to college, or moving out on her own, she’s joining the high-profile terrorist organization which is actually happening to some families.

Many thought that ISIS reference wasn’t a joking matter; others defended the skit as a bold act of defiance. That’s not what I saw.

I have raised two daughters and had to marry both of them into families of their own. I know what it feels like to let a daughter leave your care. For me, it was much harder because I was excessively close with my daughters. I was not a “hands off” dad, we always did a lot as a family together so we were unusually close. The biggest rage of my life was in watching young boys come to my house to take my kids on a date. I tried really hard to understand that the process was a natural part of children growing up, so I internalized a lot of it for the sake of everyone. One time though I nearly killed a whole car load of those little scum bags when they picked up one of my kids at 11 PM for a date, one of the boys with their shirt off. It was not the kind of courtship I had spent many hours of my life preparing my daughter for. It wasn’t necessarily her fault; it was the culture at large. The young boys she had to pick from were just so terrible that if she spent her whole life looking for just the right guy that her daddy would approve of, she’d be an old spinster to this day. But from my perspective nothing good happens to a girl past 12 AM especially in a car load of guys on the prowl. So I have had my experiences and they were miserable at best. My kids were good, so there wasn’t much of that. If they had been bad kids its highly likely I’d be in prison over some anger management issue now.

I know it’s unfair so I try to be sympathetic to the young boys who weren’t raised by me. They didn’t know why I was so mad, or what I expected because they were raised with far different backgrounds—so I kept my self from being overly intrusive—largely because that dating phase is the last step in raising children—and at that point you better be ready to trust your children. For insecure parents not confident in the tools of intellectual aptitude they have given their children they must worry about their kids doing something stupid. I never felt that way; my issue was always that the boys tended to have a biological interest in my daughters as opposed to a genuine respect for their cerebral matter. Those boys wanted to satisfy themselves at the expense of my many years of hard work, so I took it as a personal insult that they’d show up at my house treating my girls like a piece of meat to be conquered. One little slug actually had the gall to argue with me in my living room about Chick-fil-A and its position on gay rights. Well, Chick-fil-A in my house is sacred, so I didn’t need some little progressive snot-ball ignorant to the ways of the world telling me anything. To this day the Xbox he was playing when we had this discussion is something I still hold a grudge against. We still have the old unit because it has a lot of treasured games on it, but I no longer like it, because it reminds me of that kid.

Daughters never really get over their relationships with their dads. They may go for great periods of time without talking, but if they have strong fathers who spent time teaching them things, there is a bond there that lasts entire lifetimes. I know very hard-core women in their declining years who still love their dads who have long since died. I know even more women who had bad relationships with their fathers who turned out to be screwed up messes. A father is a very important job to a daughter and it is one that I always took very serious. Never too intrusive, but protective to their very souls—not in the type of neurotic fashion so prevalent in modern comedies, but in ways that only literature has managed to even remotely deal with.

So watching Dakota Johnson step into the back of an ISIS truck is exactly the way I felt every time my daughters left the house with a pack of boys destined for trouble. And the nonchalant manner that the skit ended, “Don’t worry dad, we’ll take it from here,” is precisely the way modern males see such daughters—as objects of possession and conquest destined for their penises—and it angers every cell in my body. Every young man felt just as the Saturday Night Live skit showed as my daughters dated. They were all terrorists to the hopes and dreams I had for my kids and were dangerous.

The SNL skit would have had to go to some common extreme such as ISIS to paint the feelings that most dads who really care about their daughters feel when their children leave home. For boys, it’s different. You smack the young tike in the back of the head and congratulate him for having a woman or two on his arm throwing themselves aimlessly at his whims. Boys get congratulated for winning races, and throwing touchdown passes in games of conquest which girls are just one part of. So raising boys is easier.

Girls are the most precious creatures on earth and the world needs many more of them who are good, and it takes good dads to help make good girls—and it’s a hard job. So I laughed at the skit not for the controversy, but for the potent exposure it had of such a raw truth. For me, every young boy who wanted to date my daughters might as well have been a member of ISIS—an aimless terrorist hell-bent on ideological destruction laughing at me and damning death to America. That is exactly how it feels. But the story doesn’t end there. There is much more that comes after and for that, dads are still needed—probably more so than less. And it takes a lot of personal understanding and confidence to embrace that role when there isn’t any glamour or glitz to the job of being a good dad.

That brought up another question I had for which there is no answer. I grew up loving Don Johnson, Dakota’s real dad in the television show Miami Vice. I always liked him as an actor. So I was curious how he could attend the Saturday Night Live broadcast and actually make fun of the fact that his little girl had just made Fifty Shades of Grey showing herself completely nude to the world. She was so naked in the movie that they had to have a makeup person insert public hair on Dakota Johnson to be true to the spirit of the best-selling novel. How could Don Johnson perform that skit and even make fun of it? Even in jest? I suppose some people play good dads, and some people just aren’t. And that’s also why I’m not an actor. I couldn’t do that for all the gold in the world. You can’t grow up loving and caring for a young daughter all your life then revel in her public exposure and dissemination all the while casting jokes. There was a lot wrong about the SNL evening staring Dakota Johnson, but it wasn’t the ISIS skit itself. It was the theme of dads and how they are a dying breed in our culture disrespected and ridiculed by a progressive society. And I’m not OK with that.

 

Rich Hoffman

 CLIFFHANGER RESEARCH & DEVELOPMENT

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