It’s not going to work this time. That vast “right-winged conspiracy” Hillary Clinton is talking about in a scripted speech she gave on August 25th 2016 is nearly a verbatim cry made by her after husband Bill was impeached by congress in the late 1990s. A lot of the Millennials who are supporting her now were just babies back then, so they don’t remember. Many of those Millennials are now members of the media that is covering her, and they are seduced by the black magic of the Democratic Party—a mass theft of wealth for global aims. But there are a lot of people who have seen this story before and they aren’t falling for this second attempt at the same old Clinton scam—and that’s trouble for fat-ass Hillary.
Forget about what anybody thinks of Donald Trump and his views. When it comes to the Clintons, they are criminals who have been caught in so many terrible actions—and they aren’t even in the White House. Just the Clinton Foundation issues are enough to sink Hillary Clinton—because it points straight to direct corruption. But then there is the private server and her destruction of evidence, the lying to congress, the perjured comments, the mishandling of Benghazi which actually led to deaths—and all that is before we even start considering the conspiracy theories—like why so many people end up dead around her, or that she and her husband are terminally ill—because they look like death awakened. All by herself, Hillary Clinton is a disaster. She has burned bridges and cut out hearts and all that is finally catching up to her, and she has nowhere to hide.
In desperation, Hillary Clinton can only try to divert attention away from her diabolical record. But we’ve all been burnt before by her, and we remember. Now the blood is clearly in the water. After her speech today, she revealed that she knows she’s vulnerable because she had to revert to a shot in the dark strategy she attempted many years ago, which stuck on a much more naive nation. But we’re not so naive now. Only drug abusers, welfare recipients, MTV viewers and social losers are supporting Hillary Clinton’s progressive agenda—in spite of her obvious criminal conduct, and that means that Democrats are in for a harsh reality on election night.
I’m sure they are planning to steal the election just like they do our money through taxation—but the country of America isn’t falling for this scam a second time. The press may be slow to cover the issue—but they can’t hide from this. The conspiracy that really matters is that Hillary has managed to stay out of jail, because that’s where she belongs. For her, it’s only a matter of time. She crossed the line a long time ago.
I had to deal with a poorly misguided, pretentious know-nothing this past week who thought that he knew everything—and I tried to do it in the kindest way possible. But the poor fellow couldn’t stop running his mouth so consequences hit him hard. Before that regretful end the collectivist oriented challenger used the Florida Seminoles as an example of collective excellence—where the many are greater than any individual as a validation of his faulty philosophy. As he did, I felt sorry for him, but yet became enraged because like most people trained in the conventional way—he was blind to the real truth—that we may play as a team in life, but we win as individuals. Teams don’t win. Individuals do. It is when individuals play better than everyone else that teams win. The second string cornerback on a Seminole team still won a national championship off the back of Jameis Winston’s quarterbacking a few years ago—and all of the campus of FSU proclaimed that “they” had won. But in reality, it was just a few individuals who had done all the heavy lifting. Everyone else just rode on their coattails—which is how it is just about everywhere else. Thus, those who believe in the nonsense that many minds are better than one, or that victories only come to those united together are mislead into a frail existence which allows the most lazy and lackluster to believe that they are equal to the most excellent. They aren’t. My style of doing things is to find the excellent by putting them through the rigors of competition, then putting the exceptional in position to win as an individual so that they can drag all those band-wagon riders with them to victory. Those who hide behind others cheering for uniformity yet do nothing to contribute to victory are just fans in the stands chopping to a fight song uttered by collectivists when the real battle is on the field of play conducted by the loneliness of individual excellence and bold maneuverings in the face of valiant opposition.
For fun I have been killing a lot of other players on the Uncharted multiplayer on Playstation 4. For those who want a piece of me and walk around their apartments and talking among each other fantasizing about “teaching me some kind of lesson” you can meet me there and we can fight all you want. My Playstation handle is Overmanwarrior of course, so I’m easy to find. The first thing to realize in life is that words are cheap. When you sit in a chair and do nothing to perform, you make no decisions to help make a victory taste sweeter, and simply ride on the coattails of other people’s hard work—you haven’t done anything in life to justify empty words that come from those lips. Yet those who come from collectivist oriented backgrounds, like labor unions, college campuses, and even Masons all fail to understand fundamentally the keys to life success. Yet the definition is quite clear on multiplayer video games like Uncharted 4. Titanfall, and Call of Duty. I personally like Uncharted because it suits my personality much better than some of those more serious titles. At the end of a team death match when your team wins, Nathan Drake says playfully, “There is no I in team, but there is in win.” Upon hearing that I realized that there was a lot of wisdom in the statement, so I put it up in my office for everyone who enters to see. That is essentially the entire thesis of the great novels Atlas Shrugged and The Fountainhead, and the foundation of the Donald Trump presidency. Yet it was playfully inserted into a videogame for the masses to consume unwittingly and I found that compelling due to its raw truth.
Typically in team death matches during online play, there are four to five people on your team going up against an equal number on the opposite team. Many times, when you are the strongest player teamed up with a bunch of newbies, no matter how good you do individually, you will lose, just like in real life. This simple observation is what union slugs and people who are voting for Hillary Clinton believe to be the foundations of their rationalization. But you have to go a few steps further to uncover the true essence of this phenomenon. Usually, if I can get at least one other player who can hit hard and keep the opposition fire directly off me, I can tip the scales toward a win. The other players on the team have to at least run around and engage the other players so that they can’t concentrate all their fire on my position. I am that guy who is constantly trying to herd other players into mass to attack our targets with overwhelming force. I am also that guy who is constantly reviving other players to keep them alive longer. I am also that guy who is the first to engage the enemy—nearly 100% on every round I play. I don’t hang back. I’m a very aggressive player, not just in video games, but in real life. That is the exceptional element that often changes the nature of a game. Winning or losing has everything to do with the exceptional ability of just a few of the players. If you are lucky you will find that out of the five players you play with, two or three of them are all exceptional, which just about guarantees a victory. At the end of each match, if your team wins everyone wins. If you played exceptionally, your score will be between 1000 and 2000 points. If you were mediocre, somewhere around 500, and if you were bad, the score would be under 100. But everyone wins. Yet the team didn’t equally contribute to the win. We played as a team, but we won based on individual exceptionalism.
And that’s how it works in real life too. We are not stronger—together. Weak players can easily cripple the efforts of the exceptional. Having too many weak people in a society will off-set the efforts of the best and most gifted. However, if the exceptional are empowered to perform at their full potential, then even the weak and lackluster, mouthy, union, slug will win by default like the fans tomahawk chopping the air at a Florida Seminoles football game. A star quarterback might throw a deep bomb to a star receiver for a winning touchdown. The linemen might have played just well enough to let the play develop, but the crowd in the stands do very little to help that process—short of providing some inspirational encouragement. All the participants are not equal—yet they win as a team because they all played. The victory was captured by individuals.
I am not interested in conventional thinking. It is the way that everyone does everything—so that is boring. I am always looking for the exceptional, for the “super.” I have even less patience for the backseat driver who criticizes and moans about “fairness” when it was I who took all the risks and has done all the heavy lifting. When those people assume from the comfort of their little chair that they are actually equally participating to the victory of a “team,” it’s an insult to me. Those people are just bench warmers and they are not equal to the exceptional so therefore “fairness” is not applicable to their circumstances. They have a role to play in case of an injury, or to meet the accepted rules of the games we play, but they are not “equal” to the exceptional and are not therefore prone to the justifications of fairness. Fairness is getting a championship ring even as a bench warmer when the heroes of the team won the game. It’s not the team that actually won—it was the individuals on it that played better than those on the opposite team. It is never fair to the exceptional to have to share victory with the lack luster—but individuals usually don’t care about such things. The best among us don’t cry about things being fair, because usually they make their own fates anyway, and they get on to the next challenge. It is those powerless to do for themselves who are always crying about fairness—because they need others to win in order to carry them to victories in life. When fairness is demanded its rooted in the fear that they must wait for more exceptional people to enter their life in hopes of achieving more chances at victory. Otherwise, they are powerless to do for themselves.
I don’t get pleasure in ruining people’s lives. I give everyone a shot to impress me—equally. But there is a reason that I’m in a position to garner such judgment—and it’s not because we are all equal. When someone works as hard at life as I do, they can challenge me for equality. But until they put the level of effort that I do into things, I’m going to be harsh when they challenge me, because they have no right or authority to do so. And when they try to hide behind some collectivist diatribes about the “many being stronger than the one,” it’s really going to make me angry. When I find talent out there with the potential toward exceptionalism—which I may see, yet is completely invisible to others, I will put in the time and effort to breed those with my personal coaching to become winners in the future. Sometimes it takes over ten years to perform this coaching and honestly, I’m not open to other people’s opinions on that matter because they don’t have the same skills at pulling the exceptional out of people where I do—so their opinions are pointless. Sometimes I might identify an exceptional diamond in the rough, but they reject my efforts to make them better. I still work at it, and if they turn away, they do so at their own detriment. I move on knowing that I tried and I don’t look back. But that game is one I offer to people as a gift. I’m not open to the opinions of the “collective,” to the “everyone thinks” crowd. If those people knew what they were doing, they’d be better off in life. I don’t listen to the ranting of a mob sitting in the stands when the football is in my hands. Their opinions are irrelevant because all they want in life really is to cheer on a win. Once you give them that, they love you—because they can’t give it to themselves.
When critics can orchestrate a multinational job creating endeavor while managing huge capital expenditures and pulling the faulty philosophies of the overly educated into a functioning “team” mentality while appeasing the individual needs of many dozens of direct employees then I might listen to their interpretation of “fairness.” But if they think they’re going to get away with that through underhanded insurrection, and fancy quotes from dead race car drivers while sitting around bringing no reputation to the table as an offering of success, they have another thing coming—and I don’t put up with that stuff. I don’t like people like that, and I have little respect for their placement on the bench. I respect people who get out there and fight hard. In Uncharted, I like people who play the way I do. I look at the people who hang back and snipe at others from the comfort of distance as chickenshits and in life there are literally millions of them sitting on benches or in the stands cheering on the exceptional so that they can ride their coattails to victory. There is no “I” in team, but there is in “win,” and that is what decides winners and losers in life. Teams don’t win. Individuals do, and my bets are always on them to give a competitive advantage in the marketplace of existence. The keys to success are always in identifying, and developing the exceptional among us and catching those people before they even realize that they may one day be that star on the field of play for which all others rally behind—hoping to be the benefactors of their individual heroics.
It is easy to become disheartened when the reality of the battle is revealed to us to see in its ominous entirety. For a lot of people, the Trump campaign has been a kind of waking up. Some of us have been there all along—but most are just now seeing the depth of the madness. The national media is connected to the world media in ways nobody thought possible. The political class within the United States on all sides are strongly inclined toward global billionaire visions of a one world government for which they control the strings. And the moral decline of our culture is astonishingly present. Many are finding the new Netflix show, Stranger Things refreshing in that it takes our culture back to a time when it was clearly better—where Steven King had a movie based on his books two or three times a year, Steven Spielberg made great movies, and John Hughes made wonderful coming of age stories like The Breakfast Club. Like the sheriff in that chilling story set in the early 80s, through Trump, our culture is waking up from a nightmare to find us placed on our couches wondering if the dream was real, or a self-induced coma brought on by prescription drugs and other chemical intoxicants designed to corrupt our minds. Did we really see that? Did that really happen? As we ask the question a new round of corruption hits the airwaves and like they always have the Clintons wave their hand and expect it to all go away—and the media mysteriously complies—and we have been accepting that behavior—until now. And out of the ruins of such turmoil in the middle of a hot week in August, 2016 a mysterious young 19-year-old kid named Stephen Rogata climbed a third of the Trump Tower hoping to garner Donald Trump’s personal audience with a special message. And I likely know what it is—and hopefully it proves to be authentic—because if so, we are about to see something in politics that we’ve never seen before—and we are right on the edge of it. That’s right ladies and gentlemen. That nightmare you’ve been having about the decline of our country is real, and you have been lulled to sleep by a kind of hypnosis induced by a media that is completely controlled by powerful forces seeking global insurrection—and you have a front row seat. But like all good stories, heroes are rising to meet the challenge, and their means of conduct must naturally be unconventional, because that is how you beat a monstrous enemy. Behold, Stephen Rogata’s cryptic message and a glimpse behind the curtain of a reality some are just now seeing for the first time.
We’ve allowed this ominous enemy against our individual rights to grow too big, and now we are dealing with it—unfortunately from behind. I can’t say that I believe the poll numbers reflecting Trump being so far behind Hillary Clinton. Conditions are different from the primary election where conventional rules of voting applied, and the media had a need to see a competitive Republican primary—so the information was reflected without tampering. But now, Hillary Clinton is the drone of the political left and many of those millennial journalists employed today mixed with the beltway types who have enjoyed a posh existence within the loops of power gaze at Trump and his followers with the same disdain that the RINOs gazed at the Tea Party just a few years ago which lead to the ousting of John Boehner, the removal of Eric Cantor and a Republican takeover of the House and Senate in both 2010 and 2014. The actual polling data is missing several demographic types because the media itself has chosen to ignore those people in their reporting. The same polling that missed the Bernie Sanders surge in Michigan and the Brixit vote in England recently are the same declaring Hillary Clinton the winner of the November elections in August—before there are any debates, and before Trump’s second convention in Washington D.C. in October. Oh—you didn’t know about that? Well, we’ll get to that in a minute. Sit tight.
Trump has slugged through extremely difficult weeks and his individual polling really hasn’t fell out—which is terrifying the political left. They’ve thrown everything at him—and it hasn’t phased Trump in the least—and now panic is starting to set in. There is enough clear evidence—including the hacked emails from Nancy Pelosi’s computer, to bury the Democrats forever. There have already been resignations within the DNC, but we are just talking about the tip of the iceberg here. These people are bad in the Democratic Party, and they’ve been caught red handed—with blood literally dripping off their fingertips—and the media is in the odd position of trying to explain those events away—which in turn is proving the point Trump has been making all along. If the election were held today, I think Trump would win because of the uncounted masses showing up to vote—similar to the Brixit vote in Europe recently. Even with all the bad press Trump has been receiving, there is so much energy behind the Trump movement—that the media has no real way to account for it. But we’re just getting started here. There is more to come.
I know quite a bit about nonverbal communication—and likely even more about implied verbal manipulation—in both good and bad ways. So it was very beneficial to me to have met Donald Trump recently and watched him speak to large crowd from only ten feet away—where I could watch him and then watch the audience reaction. Trump is an expert communicator. He’s had success as a developer using those skills. He has had a top television show for over a decade using those skills. And he’s a bestselling author using those same skills. He’s also broken some heads and hearts along the way and what I see in Trump is a man possessed to do the right thing at 70 years old so he can earn a ticket to the afterlife—from his perspective. He truly wants to do good, and he wants to fight evil—and that’s pretty much it—and I love him for it. I respect him much more now after meeting him than I did even a year ago when I thought his candidacy might fix our many problems in government. Trump wants to fix the soul of America which will in turn lead the world back to health by example. The secret to Trump is in empowerment—he empowers those around him to succeed with a leadership skill that isn’t taught in any university or military installation anywhere in the world. He has it, and literally nobody else does. Trump knows it when he speaks and people unconsciously understand it. So I knew when he said recently to a crowd in Sharonville, Ohio that within the room we were all in, that there was likely some genius who could hack those lost Hillary emails and reveal what was destroyed—what he was really doing. Trump is talking about individual intelligence which “trumps” collective understanding and he is calling out to them to undo the mass collective with sheer genius. Recently he did the same at a press conference where he dared the Russians with the same empowerment. The media must take things literally because as a static organization institutionalized for the benefit of mass hypnosis—they must keep the beats of our society steady—like a hypnotist needed a mechanism of rhythm to lull its beholder off into a slumber where their individual will is surrendered to the instigator. Trump is breaking that rhythm with noise and the result is that slowly, like the sheriff in Stranger Things who snuck into the Energy Department secret facility and discovered an interdimensional portal used to spy on people—who was captured then thrown drugged back into his residence covered in pills and booze meant to make him think he dreamed it all—our society is waking up–and they are pissed off. It is nice to see them finally join the club. Welcome! You were sleeping hard!
Trump and his daughter Ivanka—along with the other kids running the business are planning to open the Old Post Office luxury hotel they have been renovating on Pennsylvania Avenue right before the November election. Trump will have a press conference and tour of the renovated wonder right down the road from the White House and the world will marvel at what they achieved there. This will happen after Trump beats up on Hillary Clinton through three debates with the evidence produced in all these email releases is talked about aggressively, and the media will have no choice but to cover it all. The hotel will be a proper metaphor for what Trump can do with our nation and he’ll get at least a similar poll bump like he did at the RNC convention heading into the election in November. That is Trump’s secret card and it really doesn’t matter if I reveal it here because what Trump is doing is rooted in achievement—whereas Hillary clearly can’t match him. He knows it. They all know he knows it—and nobody can do anything about it. Trump as an explanation point to his entire political campaign for president will point to the Old Post Office and say—that is my resume and why you should vote for me. It will be spectacular and will be one of the finest hotels in the entire world.
Meanwhile from now until then, Trump has a silent army that he has empowered to break down the veil that has been hung to conceal the truth from our eyes and one of those was the young eccentric genius Stephen Rogata who carried with him a message for Trump’s eyes only, scaling Trump Tower for the world to see and the media to shutter at the possible implication of what the kid found. Of course the kid was arrested, and he hasn’t talked to anybody about what he found. Even so, the information he provides must go through proper channels. It isn’t exactly right to dump information into a rival campaign’s lap and expect justice. The FBI should get a crack at the information for proper administering of justice—if possible. But the important thing is that there are geniuses like this kid out there and they want Trump elected. They are the unsung heroes who will do a lot of work over the next three months and once the smoke clears—we’ll see what is still standing. But the heroics cannot be ignored. We are fighting a monster which is eating the entire world and those of us supporting Trump are trying to stop that mass consumption. And the fight is hardly over. Fret not. There is a lot to be hopeful about—so keep your spirits focused on the sky and those who climb towers with secret messages—because hope is far from lost.
It was refreshing to hear my favorite actor, Clint Eastwood say what many of us were already thinking. That is why he has had such a successful career as an actor and director of motion pictures primarily for Warner Bros. Studios. In his mid-80s, I admire him immensely and I relished it when in Variety magazine he stated when asked about why he was supporting Donald Trump for president that we are “living in the pussy generation.” He’s right. Millennials are a lost cause; many have grown up fatherless, or with step-parents raising them with guilt filled ambiguity. Most if not all of them have been raised in a liberalized public education system, a communist oriented college experience, and a progressive media that has turned their minds to mush. I feel so sorry for them—because I know many.
When I was a kid in the area of Liberty Township, Ohio it was rare to find a kid who went to my school who hadn’t had the experience of bailing hay for someone, grandparent, neighbor, friends parents—someone. Now, it is extremely rare for a kid to even know someone who has a farm. These kids of the pussy generation haven’t learned hard work from anybody, and it shows in their lives. When they are in their thirties and forties we are in a lot of trouble not only in America, but around the world because those kids are not ready for life. When people like Eastwood and Donald Trump—classic A Type “American bred men” are gone there won’t be anyone around to teach these kids and their kids anything—except old—outdated movies. We are literally on a precipice and a lot really hinges on this upcoming election. With Trump—there may be a chance to reverse course. Without Trump in the White House, the type of American men who made America an exceptional country will be lost forever.
That isn’t to dismiss the contributions of women. It’s just that the role a man plays in the raising of children and the nurturing they provide toward a positive society has been terribly neglected, and we are just beginning to see the horrendous cost to our society. But it’s not all bad—there are a lot of things that give me hope, and I’ll talk about those things because a lot really hinges on the point of a needle regarding the philosophic approach we all take in just the next couple of months. I just spent the night staying up and playing Uncharted 4’s multiplayer rounds with people around the world shooting guns and reeking havoc with glorious hoards of fantastic violence—and it was all great fun. There were thousands of people playing and picking their ammunition and with each round I played I was quite sure that socially these people might support superficial ideas that Hillary Clinton proposes against guns—but guns are very much a part of the life of Millennials. In spite of Apple’s desire to edit violence from their electronic devices, gun violence and play fighting has left the playgrounds of school yards and moved online much more furiously than I ever experienced as a kid.
I also watched secretly the Batman Versus Superman movie and I found I liked it a lot. I say secretly because my wife can’t watch that movie until the new JusticeLeague film comes out—for a lot of complicated reasons. I find I understand those characters in that DC universe and ironically, I can relate to their “meta human” condition. For instance, in regard to Wonder Woman—she turned away from mankind over a hundred years ago and she at the end of the film is contemplating if saving mankind is even worth it. Believe me, I can relate. I am on the same precipice right now. If Trump gets elected, I may stick around, if not, I will likely do as she did and turn toward my own personal Amazonian paradise and let the world rot. Like Batman, I find hope in the fight for mankind—but it’s an Ayn Rand destination with H.P. Lovecraft villains oozing from inter-dimensional space that is the threat. For mankind to turn toward socialism I would have to say “see you later.” That’s just stupid. I don’t want to live in that world. With these movies, the various films entertaining these young people, there is some rather deep philosophy going on that the Millennials are getting exposed to that is more sophisticated than the days of Clint Eastwood—so there is some positive evolution going on that is worth noting. It doesn’t get reported on the 24 hour news cycles, but it’s certainly obvious at 2:30 in the morning playing online games through PlayStation, that something special is going on. Movie characters had a huge impact on my upbringing and Clint Eastwood led the way.
I have many Clint Eastwood looks that I do subconsciously, burned in my mind as a kid that come out everyday—so I understand how much movies can have an impact on the minds of young people. Ultimately the people I looked up to as a kid were not the people who bailed hay, and worked on their own cars in the garage. To me, they were so common that I wanted to be more than them. So it was Hollywood heroes which I set my goals to. I fully expected myself to be Christopher Reeve’s Superman. My wife actually told me that after I proposed to her and I have expected myself to live up to that high image even today. What you end up with might be more Indiana Jones, but you set the goal high and get the most that you can out of life. That is the expectation anyway. But at least I had a foundation of goodness to start with. Most of these young people from the pussy generation don’t even have that—so all they get are images on a screen or in a video game—but they can’t easily apply those things to real life because the bar is now so low that everything good seems like just a fantasy to them. So they don’t even try. But I wouldn’t say they don’t strive for it—because honestly, they’d rather live in fantasy than reality for a reason—because reality has been taken from them by a political class hell-bent on global destruction.
I know young people have been taught socialism in school and in their political life— but when it comes to video games—they understand capitalism. There is no better incubator anywhere that proves Adam Smith’s capitalism better than the video game industry. Everything in video games is built on merit, individual gratification, and free market ideas—so the idea of capitalism is there—it will just take a special kind of person from the Executive Office to bring it out in our society. In that regard, Trump is the perfect presidential candidate for the Millennial generation. They just don’t know it yet.
I don’t know how long we get to have Clint Eastwood around, or even Donald Trump for that matter. Trump is only 15 years younger than Eastwood, and when they were kids, most everyone thought the way they do now—and that’s not nearly as bad as the progressive media has attempted to paint it. There is something special about men who know how to be men, and women who love them for it. Families grow and prosper based on that necessary biological formula, and when Eastwood and Trump aren’t around anymore—people like me will be as rare in the world as the superheros of the DC comic universe. Honestly, I don’t know many people in my age bracket who think the way I do about things and under me, there are even fewer more. Eastwood is truly part of a dying culture and before he’s gone, we should seriously ask if that’s really what we want. There are many days when I seriously wonder if it’s all worth it. When I listen to Trump, I think maybe it is worth the fight. But through a business day when I deal with people who are literally pussies—even though they may be male by sexual designation—the temptation to leave mankind to rot is quite strong. It’s not because those people are stupid, or even not as smart as I am—it’s because they are just pussies and not worth the time to deal with.
Thank goodness for Clint Eastwood—like the expert in human endeavor that he is, he knew just what to say at just the right time. Trump had been willing to fight everyone leaving Hillary out of the spotlight, which helped her a lot—because the less the pussy media talks about her, the better she does, which was always the strategy. Trump quickly got back on message and the results will show quite dramatically from here on out. It wasn’t Republicans like Sean Hannity, Rush Limbaugh and Newt Gingrich who helped Trump out—likely it was Clint Eastwood’s support through a Variety interview with some 86-year-old advice from Dirty Harry himself. Trump, like me, has obviously had a lot of Clint Eastwood in his life, so I bet he did listened to the wise old director. With that, there is still hope that mankind can be saved, and Trump is the special kind of person who could do it—because it will take someone like him to tap into those undiscovered wells of wealth within the population of Millennials. For a campaign that was finding the Hillary Clinton Democratic Organized Crime racket hard to deal with, Eastwood may have saved mankind one last time with a derogatory word that made everyone look in the mirror—including Donald Trump. And for that, I thank him immensely.
To be fair, not just because when I look at her I see spit—a skanky broken record that looks like a used up K Street whore disguised as a rabbit in that ridiculous white pant suit designed to hide her thunder thighs not from the world, but from herself—but that speech Hillary Clinton gave on the last night of the DNC was one of the worst displays of acting I’ve ever seen. Not even Morgan Freeman could make it palatable. It was a professionally written speech by others designed to hide her many crimes—and only the really stupid would believe any of it. The weakness of Hillary Clinton, which I’m sure Donald Trump will exploit gloriously—is that when she opens her mouth, bad things come out of it. That broken chicken voice she has comes across like peeled back fingernails across rusty metal sheeting and broken glass. And what she says sounds like a nightmare against traditional American values. Yet what cannot be ignored is that many of the problems in the world right now she has had a hand in, and she sold herself as though she could fix everything—when it’s not even believable that she could fix one thing. A thieving, murdering drunk has more credibility than she does.
There are so many things to hate about Hillary Clinton. Watching her speech, the media covering it, and the idiots crying during it—I came to one conclusion. America cannot support all ideologies under free speech—it cannot support a world where Republicans and Democrats both live in debate from Capitol Hill and manage the country’s affairs the way that Tipp O’Neal and Ronald Reagan did thirty years ago. No, there is no getting along with Democrats. They have to be destroyed within our American borders and sent someplace else for their “progressive” intentions. That was after all the grossest aspect of Hillary’s speech—where she said she planned to work with both Republicans and Democrats in the house and senate which is a pipe dream without any roots in reality. Hillary Clinton is one of the most divisive characters in American history, perhaps even more so than Barack Obama and she has no chance of rallying anyone to her cause except those roughly 43% of the population who are so brain-dead from years of pot smoking and welfare addiction that they have lost the ability to think.
What Clinton’s speech showed, which not even Morgan Freeman could hide with his heavenly words—who is known best as the person who made prison sound palatable in the Shawshank Redemption, is that progressives were making a move and hidden behind their last-minute efforts to buy and distribute American flags to the rally goers so they’d look more patriotic on television after Republicans shamed them into doing so—was that the real intention of their movement could be seen outside the arena on the streets of Philadelphia. There, communist revolutionaries showed their cards and few in the media covered it. Luckily a few did, which you can see below. Those are the people of tomorrow and the ones that embody most “Hillary’s America”—shown so eloquently in the new film that is presently out at theaters across the country.
The communists in the videos from outside the DNC convention are the type of people America fought decades ago in wars across the world and now they are domestic terrorists bred in our public school system by many of the idiots who were in the room at the DNC convention and were crying over Hillary’s speech because finally for their minds—they had arrived at the moment of insurrection—the overthrow of America by a crime syndicate known as the Clinton’s. For those who support Hillary Clinton and the progressive platform, there is your evidence that our public schools do not work—they simply make surrogates who will sign up for a lifetime of government assistance under a federal job advancing progressive thought into a borderless world and global vision worshipping Mother Earth instead of anything beyond.
No one has worse judgement than Hillary Clinton – corruption and devastation follows her wherever she goes.
The two sides cannot live together under one flag. The progressives have to be defeated and pushed from our American borders. Even if they eventually do outnumber the right-minded, America is not their country. We are not a “DEMOCRACY” we are a republic and the masses will never rule from a communist mob the mind of the truly righteous. A good mind can destroy the efforts of a million communist “progressive” bastards and it will be those who continue to challenge the attempts by the left to destroy America from within. What we saw in Hillary’s speech was one last unadulterated attempt to erect a ruse which has worked in the past to keep their party, and their progressive movement alive. But what I saw was a party poised for destruction—because beneath the words of the speech are the cracks of not a glass ceiling, but of a floor that is about to drop out on their very efforts plunging them into an abyss for which they will never return. A political party where Hillary Clinton is the best that they can offer—and that is obviously deficient—there will be no going back from this. We are on the brink and only one side can have the nation. The losers will have to either be destroyed, or retreat to more sympathetic regions of the world—because America cannot hold both political parties situated this far apart diametrically.
Elizabeth Banks forgot to mention the most important attribute to being a Hollywood actress as she told the story during her ridiculous mockery of Donald Trump’s spectacular entrance at the RNC convention. She spoke about meeting her husband at a Bill Clinton rally, and spoke the talking points about the Democrats being responsible for public schools and other social programs—ironically, the same failures that caused most of the arena to sit there looking at her like they were stoned on pot as she spoke—and caused the Bernie Sanders supporters to actually leave the arena after Hillary was nominated—products of the public school system. She forgot to mention that to be a successful Hollywood actress you have to be willing to take off your cloths—and be an essentially soft porn model, and you have to be a progressive Democrat—otherwise producers will not hire you for a job if you are a woman—especially over 30 years old.
Her speech and mockery of Trump was so bad that she showed her only real value is to be one of those soft porn actresses for Hollywood productions. She is like one of those high school practice girls, the sluts that young boys learn sex from—but never want to marry. Once people no longer want to see her in a sexualized way in Hollywood films—she’s done and she showed that on stage.
Her attempted Trump walk shows she can’t act, not even with satire—and her pandering to the left-leaning Hollywood base will only last as long as the next election. They will hold it against her later—so she embarrassed herself for nothing, just like the high school slut who gives it all up to some pubescent teenager only to be overlooked for a diamond ring and a shared bed later. Elizabeth Banks showed herself to be the sleazy Hollywood bimbo that we all know she is. And she wasn’t even funny.
This is how you deal with the political left—you have to get in their face and let them know that you are smarter than they are. Their favorite—and really only weapon is that they feel they have the masses behind them trained through academic institutions that they currently control. They behave with all things with an aristocratic air that they use as a club to shut people up and push conservatives into the corners reeling for help. But just study what one guy from Breitbart did to The Daily Show crew at the RNC convention. This is how you defeat lefties ladies and gentlemen. Way to go Breitbart!
For the recorded the communists in the following video calling Alex Jones and his entourage “nazi scum” need a history lesson. Hitler and his Nazis were socialist offshoots of a secret society called Vril based on the book The Coming Race. Nothing about the Nazi has any relevance to American life other than the fact that many of those Vril inspired Nazis were recruited into NASA’s space program because of what they were working on under the SS during World War II. Yet, Jones was correct in what he was asserting and a clash erupted between his group and the communist supporters protesting outside of the Republican National Convention. What you are about to see is what’s happening outside the mainstream news outlet coverage and defines quite well the massive void that currently takes place along political lines. The obvious determination that is so evident in this exchange is that communist insurgents really can’t assimilate into American culture. We can’t all live together in one country under the umbrella of two parties. It’s just not possible.
It is unlikely that the main press outlets will show all the chants inside and outside the convention for Hillary Clinton to go to prison. This is certainly a first for any presidential candidate to evoke so much passion before they have ever taken an oath of official office. It is truly astonishing how determined the mainstream press is at avoiding the coverage of such legal demands for someone who is obviously a known criminal running for the highest office in the world. Currently there are just enough communist sympathizers to give someone like Hillary Clinton a platform that is fundamentally anti-American—but it is truly bothersome to see that many of those sympathizers are in our national media. Those media personalities are just as ignorant, and activist minded toward communist sympathies as the losers in the video attacking Alex Jones.
A lot changed since March 15th 2016, when Donald Trump last came to Ohio for a rally. Then he came to West Chester in a drizzling rain and was about an hour late arriving from his plane as we all waited patiently from a previous stop earlier in the day. He was only a primary candidate then with still Marco Rubio, Ted Cruz, and John Kasich in the way of the Republican Party nomination. Just a few months later he returned to a venue just a few miles to the south of West Chester in Sharonville to the Convention Center. As I stood with my wife shaking the hands and talking a bit with Donald Trump and Newt Gringrich I couldn’t help but reflect that just 30 years prior I had spent many nights working in the exact spot where my feet were standing at the old jewel of Cincinnati, the Chinese restaurant Emperor’s Wok as a busboy. Not long after I moved on to bigger things the restaurant closed—which had been noted as the best decorated establishment in all of Cincinnati at the time. It was a first class place that died by the end of the 1980s. The Sharonville Convention Center was built upon its ruins and years later I was able to return to the spot of my youth to meet two of the most powerful men in the world on a quest to save America from the diabolical menace known as Crooked Hillary Clinton.
Just a few hours prior I had a meeting with an attorney over a business matter and as I looked over the charges it was obvious that the cost of legal counsel was another rigged system. In this day and age attorneys are a necessary evil—most of our laws have been written by their kind, and what they put down on paper are things only they understand—which defy conventional reading comprehension. They do that so that you have to use their services and to me they are all just glorified whores tweaking the legal system to protect their livelihoods. So I already don’t have much respect for people like Hillary Clinton, Bill Clinton, Loretta Lynch, James Comey, and Barack Obama who are all lawyer types who behave like the lawyer I was dealing with—overpriced scam artists who will charge you for even small talk about the weather. They are all second handers who make their livings as parasites off industry then seek to take it over once you’ve done all the hard work. If people didn’t go out there and build things—or do things—lawyers would have nothing to do. They require others to do things before they can do anything in life. They don’t produce anything which is why Hillary Clinton has never done anything but suck off other people’s efforts her entire life. So as I read the report of the AG, while waiting for Trump to come out and talk in Sharonville, the problem was obvious to me, we shouldn’t elect any more lawyers to the Executive Branch of our government. I think lawyers are OK in the House and Senate where laws are actually written, but the President of the United States should be a different sort of character. They should not be by the nature of their professions second handers—but people of industry who have made their livings producing things. And right now, there isn’t a better example of that anywhere but in Donald Trump.
I have watched quite a few Trump speeches—including the one that had been in West Chester months prior—and this one in Sharonville was different. Trump had shifted into a new gear and was much more casual than usual. His jokes and free flow style of talking was much more exacerbated as I found myself laughing openly. The secret service in front of me have a responsibility to be absolutely stoic as they scan the audience for trouble and even they a couple of times looked as if they were struggling to avoid cracking a smile at Trump’s utterances. We all know how corrupt Hillary Clinton is so the writing was clear to see and Trump hit the perfect stride in exposing it. It was obvious to everyone that Trump was the right person to be the next President of the United States.
I have to thank the people who made it possible for my wife to meet Donald Trump. I don’t get too wrapped up in celebrity, and neither does she. But she wanted to thank him for giving our nation this opportunity for a different kind of president and she and he actually exchanged a few nice words to each other which is something I know she takes quite serious. We both know the implications of this 2016 election. Being married to me she can’t help but get the spillover of my life into hers so she sees things that are certainly uglier than normal people might experience. She also knows how tough it is to put yourself out there the way Trump has. She felt compelled to tell him that she was thankful that he was willing to do the job—because honestly, he could choose to do what everyone else in his position does—enjoy the good life and retire into the sunset.
Trump however is a warrior at heart—and I understand that. It is even more obvious in personal meetings. Comfort is not how warriors are wired. They like conflict and they insist to be involved in the action wherever trouble reveals itself. Trump was in his element in Cincinnati because Hillary had spent the entire day deflecting away from her FBI troubles attempting to show business failures in Trump’s Atlantic City investments. She came out sounding like a lawyer defending a murderer with blood still on their hands in court. She sounded like an idiot and it provoked Trump into attack mode where he is most happy. Trump as a producer in life employs lawyers to do work for him. Lawyers don’t hire Trump. That is the biggest difference in this campaign for a change. The biggest problems with Hillary and her gang of corrupt government thugs is that they are all second handers attempting to look like producers. Trump obviously understands this discrepancy and it was reflected in his speech. The campaign for presidency shifted gears in Cincinnati on June 6th, 2016. By the time I was able to shake Newt’s hand the body language of everyone around Trump shifted dramatically from the last time I saw them. They acted like a football team with a big lead in the fourth quarter who knew they could win against an inferior opponent. Hillary is an incredibly flawed candidate who just got caught under a FBI probe not only in criminal conduct but in helping rig the system in her favor through lawyerly tricks—and that is easy prey for Donald Trump.
By happenstance of fate—because of my days of working at the old Emperor’s Wok I knew a few tricks in getting around that part of town. Where I had parked was in the back of the convention center and down the road a bit. I remembered that one of the cooks who had been a friend of mine in the 80s straight from China was apprehended in the apartments behind the old Wok and deported as an illegal alien. Even though I liked the guy, he was here illegally and I never questioned what happened to him because he knew the risks. But because he was always hiding from the law, I knew of a few places that still existed where I parked. Ironically, that took me right to the route the Secret Service had mapped out for Donald Trump’s exit so I was able to get a picture of the car he was leaving in. It was very surreal for me because I remember how it looked when my friend was arrested; there were police cars everywhere and helicopters flying overhead when immigration officers raided his apartment. And now exactly 30 years later it looked pretty much the same—the street was shut down, helicopters were positioned above looking for trouble on the ground and police were everywhere. But while my friend was sent to jail, then deported, Trump was going toward a different kind of fate. Sometimes change is for the better. The Sharonville Convention Center is better than the old Emperor’s Wok. One was a building in gradual decline; the other represents the resurgence of economic viability. And my friend from back then was here as an illegal alien mismanaged by years of lawyerly conduct by politicians. Now Donald Trump is volunteering himself as a supermanager to go to the White House and fix all these messes once and for all—as a producer. As Trump drove by he waved—not as a politician, but as a guy who looked as though he appreciated that people valued what he was doing. My wife certainly made it clear to him that she did. We are all ships that pass on the open waters of productivity—and now we are at war for our very lives. We all have a job to do and it was truly nice for a change to see real people doing it—as opposed to the political hacks created by lawyers to suck off the system until there was nothing left. Trump’s visit to Sharonville was wonderful.
A suburban township has settled a lawsuit by Indiana-based adult club owners who had planned to open a swingers club in southwest Ohio.
The Hamilton-Middletown Journal-News reports Melissa Warren and Eric Adams of Sanford Group LLC planned to open the sexually oriented business in West Chester but found their business license and zoning certificate had been revoked in November.
Township officials and Sanford Group reached a settlement that calls for Warren and Adams not to open another such sexually oriented business or similar use in town.
The township agreed to pay Sanford Group $61,000 and the site’s landlord $29,000 toward unpaid rent.
To illustrate my point, now that the Sanford Group knows the future of their West Chester location, they are absolutely free to attempt to get some very cheap rent at the old Forest Fair Mall location, which is very near where they proposed to set up shop over this contentious issue. After all, if they really just wanted to set up an adult swingers club, the reputation of the Forest Fair Mall location would have been much more lucrative. That mall is now a dead mall, which was once a vibrant place because management around Fairfield and Forest Park botched the deal over a twenty year period. High taxes and bad policy destroyed the mall—specifically allowing the location to be a hangout for young unsupervised people and night club goers. For a time, Forest Fair Mall opened an entire wing in front of what became Burlington Coat Factory to bars and nightclubs which essentially destroyed the appeal to lucrative businesses thinking of locating there. Then there was the meat market nightclub called Metropolis which further solidified the death of Forest Fair Mall. A lot of people got laid, cheated on spouses, and behaved in a generally despicable manner, but the cost was enormous to the region. Families stayed away from the mall and scum bags took over, and Forest Fair Mall—one of the largest in the country—died.
What happened in West Chester is called, “management.” They protected the community for future capitalist growth while discouraging vile businesses rooted in sexual proclivity from destroying that culture. That is what the purpose of zoning is supposed to be. Sadly it still cost money to make bad people go away, largely because a judge ruled in favor of the swingers club—probably because he wanted to attend the place. But the West Chester trustees worked the situation well and kept those sexual provocateurs away so that the families of West Chester and the business owners trying to expand their efforts could do so without the disgrace of an embarrassment conducting business just down the street. A tip of the hat to the good guys within West Chester for a job well done.
The Overmanwarrior 