One of my favorite reporters at Cox Publishing is Steven Mathews who did a wonderful article recently on how public schools are saving money in the face of declining revenue allocation from the State. The public schools are starting to combine services to help balance their budgets. You can read that article for yourself here:
Of course the public school establishment will complain about these changes. They will proclaim that the quality of education will suffer with all these cuts and combination of services that is starting to emerge. My answer to them is–well, no–it won’t. Anyone who says this is attempting to mislead society.
Public education, (government schools) is essentially a form of welfare. A free education is not a good one. Like food stamps, public housing, or even FMLA benefits, any time the government gets involved and gives the “public” something, there is no shortage of people willing to take advantage of it. And public schools are nothing special; they perform way under their abilities and have been reduced to marketing machines for liberal politics. They are so inept that even a parent who is not a “professional” teacher can do a better job educating their children than a public school teacher can. This is why home schooled children are so much better educated than the public school kids. The testing results aren’t even close. Home schooled kids simply out-perform public schooled kids in every category.
So what can we learn from this? Why is this so? It would be logical for public schools to look at why parents without formal training are out-performing their highly paid teachers with master’s degrees. Public schools if they really cared about the quality of education would get better and learn from the home-school parents—that is—if they really cared.
But government schools don’t care about kids. They only care about their jobs in the government institutions. Public schools only care about maintaining the status quo.
Well I’ll give you the answer dear reader….I’ll tell you why home schooled kids learn so much better than government schooled kids, the essential ingredient is the fundamental difference between communism and capitalism. All human beings are genetically built to learn from their parents, and extended family structures. By default, a young mind will reject the style of education given to them by government education. Public school is a design of communism and can be seen in the 10 Planks of communism. You can see my article on these here.
The idea of free public education is a communist idea. And it’s an experiment that has failed in the American system. Public education might work OK in communist countries where free will has be crushed in the social population into a mush of collectivism that resembles more like a plate of mashed potatoes as opposed to French Fries. The reason communism fails, and public education fails, is that people who get things for free tend to abuse them. When something is given away for free, nobody appreciates the activity. The teachers take the pay for granted because it comes easily. And the kids don’t appreciate what they learn because everybody has free education. Kids want to be considered special and public school does not do the trick.
But a mother and a father do. The parent is invested in their child and care about the outcome of their child’s knowledge. And the children like to have the approval of their parents. So the learning process of our children has virtually nothing to do with the quality of the public schools. It has everything to do with the quality of the parents. Basically, if the parents suck, the kids will most likely suffer. Learning is not something that can be purchased like one buys a shirt or a pair of pants. It requires an inquisitive child and an adult who wants to provide answers.
For further proof that it is not the institution, but the quality of the parents, study the situation of Princeton City Schools today as opposed to how it was twenty years ago. Today, Princeton spends over $15K per student, yet they are not producing academically profound students as they did two decades ago when colleges showered Princeton students with scholarship offers. That is because the demographically proficient families moved north of the I-275 loop. More public housing moved in as the affluent families moved out leaving the kind of demographic difficulties that Cincinnati Public Schools is having to deal with, parents who don’t care about their children and drop off their kids to public schools expecting the government schools to raise their children for them. No amount of money can make the kids learn because the kids have broken homes. If a child has a broken foundation in life, chances are, there is nothing a teacher can do to fix them. The child is doomed to become as deficient as their parents because the static pattern at home is broken.
Lakota and Mason schools presently are great not because of the schools, but because of the parents who live in the community. When those parents leave for the newest community with the biggest houses, Lakota will find itself the next Princeton. Passing tax increases have nothing to do with the quality of education. It’s the parents who send the children to school who make all the difference.
So fear not government schools. You could blend everyone together and share services in any possible combination, your education quality will not be compromised in the least. Because if a simple Christian woman who stays home with her kids and reads to them daily can make her kids learn more and at a faster rate than the genius children of the attorneys and doctors who are too busy with their lives to care for their kids and expect public school to take care of parenting for them, then imagine what such smart parents could do if they did the job of educating their children themselves.
Public school is welfare for the parents too lazy to do the job of parenting. America led the world in the space race and all the technology that came with it in the 40’s, 50’s and 60’s with an average education level of 8.3 years. Today it’s nearly 16.5 and our children don’t even know where the country Argentina is on a map. The quality of education has NOTHING to do with money spent or the quality of teachers employed. Education is all about the quality of the family unit itself. It’s a dirty little secret that government doesn’t want anyone to know about, but one that presents inescapable proof that anything that is run by government fails—especially their schools. So wherever they can cut expenses to help lower the cost per pupil for the tax payers need to be done immediately. Families with money in their pockets are happier families than those who rely on food stamps, government housing, and government schools for their sustainability. It gives government workers less to do, and less reason to have a nice, comfortable, high paying government job. But we don’t care about that. America isn’t going to sacrifice its future just to protect the pensions of some employees who aren’t performing an essential task anyway. The value is truly in the children and their success or failure at life is almost exclusively determined by the quality of their parents.
So, you don’t want to pay taxes! Are you selfish! Poor! Do you not care about your fellow-man! Do you wish anarchy! Or are you a patriot? Are you an advocate of self-reliance? Do you believe that in not paying excessive taxes that you are in fact making your nation and its people stronger? Which is it? Truly, these are confusing times for many who are facing these questions for the first time.
If you haven’t read it yet, you might want to check out my son-in-law’s article on taxes and the 16th Amendment. He has discovered a dangerous truth, that the Federal Government does not technically have a right to collect taxes on our labor in the fashion that they do, but it is a Supreme Court ruling that has created enough legal gray area to allow for the practice by the IRS. Read his article below, but beware, this is dangerous information.
When we are given a Social Security number and apply for a job, we are essentially signing a contract with the Federal Government through our W-4 forms that allows the Federal Government to legally tax us through the method of a federal income tax. While the video shown on my son-in-law’s site is correct for the most part, the cost of forcing the government to adhere to the law is one that will bring violence to your life as the true nature of the government will be revealed to you. How do I know—well, I’ve seen it first hand. The government as it is fashioned currently is essentially an organized crime syndicate. This is why I have spent so much time dealing with the local school issues, because the school systems are built upon the model of the Federal Government syndicate machine. Schools use guilt, fear–and in literal cases–intimidation to extort taxes from the citizens and prevent the mass of society from looking too closely at the actual laws they are bound by.
If you wish to fix what you are about to read, start with your local school and from there the system will migrate into the greater evils of taxes imposed upon us. It’s not that education is bad, but the means of funding it is, and needs to be changed. Just as the means of funding our government needs to be changed, as the current system invites open looting of our labor for a subtle goal of enslavement.
It may be a shock to some, but the story in my book The Symposium of Justice called “Fran Calls” is a true account. The character named Hickory in that narrative about a group of tree-trimmers in North Carolina cleaning up after Hurricane Fran hit Chapel Hill with a fury that shut the town down for weeks, was a uniquely colorful character whom I have known since grade school. It was not because of our adventures in Chapel Hill that our friendship ceased as we haven’t spoken in nearly 8 years; it was a drastic difference in our social positions that finally caused a rift that friendship could not cross after nearly three decades of adventure.
Hickory in his youth was declared a certified genius. He makes Sheldon Cooper on the popular TV show Big Bang Theory look unintelligent. I am being facetious of course; I cannot watch Big Bang Theory to this very day without thinking of “Old Hickory,” named for his love of the wise old trees. The school system had big plans for Hickory. They thought this kid would grow up to be a great inventor like Leonardo da Vinci, or a doctor at age fourteen like Doggie Hoosier, or maybe even a lawyer by age 16. That was the type of discussion that went on in those days. Hickory read an entire set of encyclopedias in the 5th grade and had read every classic by the time he was in the 7th grade. When he graduated high school he had a special honor designation that he still obtained even though he had basically quit school halfway through high school, because his grades had been that good. I was with him at our graduation when he sold his honors robe to a kid for a hundred bucks because the kid had told his family he was an honors student, and needed the special robe so his parents wouldn’t be disappointed. Hickory simply traded robes with the kid in exchange for the money. After the graduation he took me and a few other friends to dinner at Perkins where he spent all the money. The check for the meal was $45 and he left a $55 tip. It was as if he wanted to rid himself of the taint of the honor, and everything it represented from grade school till his graduation.
Without question, every adult teacher, parent, guidance councilor, college recruiter and even local politicians blamed the murderous, violent, thieving Rich Hoffman for inciting rebellion into the life of young Hickory and they were right from their point of view. My lifestyle offered Hickory freedom that he wouldn’t have had any other way. All I did was give Hickory a platform to realize on his own that the teachers, school and other adults in and around his life were looking to loot from him the genius that came natural to his mind. They wanted to say, “We helped make his genius! We played a part in his construction!” Once Hickory realized this, he turned off the facet to them, and they were angry.
In the years that followed Hickory became disenchanted with college, jobs, virtually every aspect of human civilization. He began to question the very foundations of things and would utter similar comments as my son-in-law is doing now shown in that article. Hickory had read all the legal arguments pertaining to the 16th Amendment and decided that he would not pay taxes to the government in the traditional fashion since the government was not unlike the looters who sought to take credit for his intelligence during his youth. He was right, there wasn’t any difference. The government was not able to produce anything. They simply collected from those with talent and then exploited the information as if it were their own. Their behavior wasn’t any different from the cheater in high school who refused to do their homework then copied off the paper or test of a person like Hickory. Without Hickory, the government was just a bit less intelligent and it was Hickory’s freedom of choice to decide to give his intelligence away to the government through his labor or not. But he concluded that so long as he did not fill out a W-4 form or any other traceable document that he would be exempt from paying taxes.
He was right for the most part. But the government system had a way of clamping down on him. I personally witnessed him in court many, many times, and had to bail him out of jail on many occasions. By the time he hit his late twenties Hickory acted as his own lawyer every time. In court there wasn’t a collection of minds in an entire county that could out-wit him in a court of law. Even attorneys who prided themselves with excessive fees for their legal prowess could not win a debate against Hickory. He could simply crush any opponent with his vast intellect at will. So while the entire IRS, FBI, and every police network within 100 miles of his home knew his name they couldn’t do anything about him, because Hickory knew his rights.
Hickory was universally hated by everyone he met. I have never known anyone who was just hated without any words being spoken as people behaved toward Hickory. The cashier at a fast food restaurant hated him for reasons she could not articulate—maybe it was just the way he chewed his food, the land lord who secretly despised that Hickory made him feel like a fool just in being near him, the local cop who demanded that Hickory acknowledge the power of his badge, which of course Hickory cared nothing for. I had the opposite problem from Hickory. I was always personable, and people had always found themselves drawn to me. Hickory always had lots of free time but desired the good company of intelligent people, whom he could never seem to find to his satisfaction. I could never seem to find enough free time because there was always somebody wanting to be around me. Hickory was the best man at my wedding even though the cultural significance of the event eluded him. He was loyal to my family but my wife often felt that he was so in love with me that it clouded his judgment. This love was not a sexual thing of course, but a need for good company, for intelligent discussions. Hickory never could get enough of it. It was not unusual for him to come to our house and speak about the most complex scientific notions imaginable until the small hours of the morning.
These conversations would often come back around to the invisible chains that bound us. Hickory could see them everywhere. Being a genius eccentric did not provide cover for the fact that it was lonely at the top, and Hickory wished there were more intelligent people to associate with. He felt the government took too much and left people brain-dead and stupid leaving all their energy focused on materialism. My statement to Hickory was that if I felt that government took too much from me, then I’d take it back in some other way. If they wanted to loot me, they are fair game to have it done in return. But Hickory didn’t think that was ethical. He thought my approach was dishonest. I explained that I had a family to look after, that I couldn’t afford to live life on the run all the time renting homes, not owning property, and having to make all my money under the table so the government couldn’t grab hold of it through a W-4 form.
Hickory was an excellent arborist and landscaper because of his love of botany. So he ran his own business and kept all the money in cash form. If a customer paid him with a check he’d take the check to the bank it was issued from to cash immediately. He always did square business, was always legitimate in his dealings. He never engaged in illegal narcotics sales or any form of impropriety. He just didn’t want his money stolen from him by the government so he took measures to keep his money from them. He always did things ethically as by his own code of conduct. But working with him always felt like running with an outlaw, which I enjoyed. I did extra work with him climbing trees and doing some of the heavy landscaping work for nearly a decade. We had many adventures that were at times very dangerous. I always worked legitimate jobs during the day and my wife always claimed the income I made from Hickory on our taxes as part of our overall yearly income so we wouldn’t end up in trouble with the IRS. This would anger Hickory because it defeated the purpose of his rebellion and he wanted for us that freedom he experienced. But she did it anyway because she didn’t want for our life the kind of life that Hickory had.
Hickory had so many enemies, threat letters from all government agencies, and overall attempts to contact him by some legal means that the documents completely covered the floor of one room in Hickory’s house knee-deep. In fact, my kids used to play in that room swimming in those unopened letters pretending that they were swimming in a vast ocean. The letters were so deep my kids could pretend they were underwater and could disappear from sight without much effort. When the mail came Hickory would simply throw any mail that didn’t interest him into the room. These were the warnings from the IRS, the summons for court appearances, bill collectors, new husbands of former girl friends; Hickory denied all those entities with a right to exist by just tossing them into his giant pile of bills, unopened. By opening the letters he accepted the letter. By tossing it into his room, the letter officially stayed in some limbo world. The post office showed the letter delivered, but the material never officially reached Hickory’s eyes, so nobody knew how to compel Hickory to open the letters so that the material in the letters could go to the reader’s brain. This went on for at least 10 years.
I had never seen anything like it and I warned Hickory that he wouldn’t get by with this kind of thing forever. He had too many enemies and they would eventually overwhelm him. But he’d smile and reply that there was nothing anybody could do about it. The IRS did not have power over him if he did not give it to them. And this was true. He’d get arrested for every little thing the police could arrest him on, every complaint, every mistake even if it was just walking across a road incorrectly. The IRS had many chances to hold him, to try him and prosecute him to the furthest extent of the law since Hickory was already caught and in jail so many times. But Hickory always managed to get out of it because he had better knowledge of the law than anyone who attempted to prosecute him.
But the sacrifice was that Hickory could not just enjoy life. He was off the grid effectively. He was non-existent as far as the static pattern of American life was concerned. To society everywhere he went he was like a ghost and this is what made people so angry with him. They feared him just as they would some supernatural being they didn’t comprehend. I enjoyed my time around Hickory because for me it was like spending time with a dead man while also walking in the land of the living. I gained incredible insight by being around Hickory for over 20 years of this behavior.
I don’t think our relationship ever really ended. Our static patterns just became too great. He was too far over the edge for me to maintain that co-existence. The big moment happened between us where he owed me money for some work I had done with him. He owed me $600 which I needed to pay the house payment and he didn’t have the money. While my wife and I were gone with my kids Hickory came to our house and planted a tree in my wife’s flowerbed, a tree that was worth in excess of $600. When my wife and I returned and saw a very nice note from Hickory explaining that he was very sorry he didn’t have the money we needed, but he wanted to make good by giving us this very nice tree–anger abounded!
My wife was so angry she ripped the tree out of the ground and cut it to pieces. The lack of money from Hickory meant I had to scamper off to work a second job and quit my associations with Hickory because we needed stable income, not the hit or miss type of thing that made the tree work so unpredictable. And when I explained my position to Hickory of course he didn’t understand. He had made the decision to be free of such concerns so he couldn’t sympathize.
We parted ways and haven’t spoken again since. It’s not that his way of life or mine are any better or worse than one another. My strategy and his are but two ways to deal with the same problem, yes the Federal Government is filled with looters. It’s made up of evil in that it is based on theft and encourages people to become thieves themselves to reap the benefits of such a society. But the smart among those thieves, who are too honest to become thieves themselves, will find they are outlaws just by following the law to the letter. They are outlaws because the government is designed to take by force if necessary the work of our labor, and they have concocted every illegal means possible to extort our wealth from us in open larceny. And just like in the public schools, they have made such a theft seem appropriate by attaching emotion, loyalty, and guilt to the paying of taxes to most efficiently extract our money from us.
So yes, my son-in-law is right. Most of what the government does is in fact illegal. As they are functioning now, they are simply thieves. This is not an inflammatory statement, it is a fact. Government chooses winners and losers based on their leisure and the benefit of their existence. Their motive is the casual acquisition of wealth. They want to acquire it from you at any cost. They favor socialism because they have placed themselves at the top of the looting ladder and benefit the most from that political practice. They are the lazy non thinkers among us who are attracted to this government work. They are the lowest of our species because government lacks the courage to act on their own accord. So they seek to take it from those who do act.
If a majority of the American people refused to participate in this illegal activity, they could change it. But so long as they chose to act in accordance with the thieves hoping to get a piece of the pie, our society will remain bankrupt and grossly dishonest. There are not enough jails, police officers, and the IRS is not big enough to punish everyone if society decided to do as Hickory did. And the wise American would do themselves a favor and defund their police staffing levels, and cut more funding to the IRS so that there might not be enough manpower to prosecute Americans in the future. My advice to you taxpayers is not to build more jails because you might find yourself the target of one of the cells in the future. So stop it.
Trust the Constitution and follow it as a guide. The Second Amendment is just as important as the 1st or the 5th, or the 14th. And it’s certainly as important as the 16th. I use the Second Amendment all the time and it works. It keeps the bad guys away and it limits court appearances. It also saves on police staffing. It allows me to take back what was stolen from me if I so desire. If the looters take so much from me that I cannot keep up then I’ll take it back so I don’t go without. That is where Hickory and I are fundamentally different. He doesn’t have it in him to steal, lie, or manipulate to get what he wants. So he relied on honesty and faith in the law much to his personal demise since he was choosing to be that way in a world run amuck with bandits, especially the smiling teacher who proclaims everything she does is for the kids while she plans her vacation over the summer making more money in 9 months than a private sector worker makes in a whole year. Or the superintendent who retires at 55 then gets rehired the next day so they can double-dip from the tax payer. Or a president like Obama who has racked up almost 6 trillion dollars in debt in just three years then professes to steal more money from the rich to pay for the money that same president gave away to his bloc voters to get re-elected so he can rack up 6 trillion more!
I’ll say to you dear reader what I’ve said to Hickory, I’ll play the game the same as the looters to survive and if it turns into a gun fight, then so be it. Hickory however said that violence was unnecessary because the Constitution guaranteed the freedoms he demanded, and he was right. But not without the threat of violence from the looters who attempted to harass that knowledge from his mind so he’d fear to act on it.
Personally, I like my way better. Whichever way you chose to fight, the conclusion cannot be escaped. Government is functioning illegally and needs to be ended in its current form. I personally think Ron Paul or a president like him is the best way to bring about a real fix to the American system. Unemployment will jump up to a temporary 30 to 50% while we eliminate all the looting programs, but at some point if America is to survive the pain will have to be endured eventually. The only question is when, how and where will the American people finally come to terms with these facts.
I write here, and in my books hoping to ease the mind of Americans into the reality of understanding that they have decisions to make, and they will be best equipped to make those decisions if they put some value into their intelligence and start listening to their own souls as opposed to the government looters who are seeking company in a society of thieves. The smartest of our species are not lawyers, doctors, teachers or even scientists. Many times they are those who chose not to be those things. Hickory is the smartest man I have ever personally known. I have no doubt that he could argue law with the best of our Supreme Court Judges while at the same time performing open heart surgery. But in a society of looters, it is the just, the good, and the honest who are the criminals. And until we change this aspect of our culture, America is doomed.
When I am accused of being an enemy of public education it comes from the same factions who sought to cover up the recent Mark Berndt scandal in California. When it was discovered that the third-grade teacher was blindfolding students, putting tape on their mouths and taking pictures of them with live cockroaches crawling on the kids and sipping on spoon full’s of semen provided by Berndt the first act of Miramount School in Los Angeles was to fire the long-time teacher, but to contain the story from the public so not to alarm the parents.
I have argued for years that public education is ineffective; it’s overrun by one political party, the liberal persuasion, and in spite of the increases in spending over the last two decades especially after George Bush’s No Child Left Behind act, the performance of children coming out of public education has not improved. The institution of public education seems to benefit only two groups of people in the entire endeavor, the employees who work for public education—it provides jobs of little real value and pays handsome salaries for a token service, and members of the Democratic Party who use the union dues to fund their political campaigns.
When a school system asks for more money with a tax levy the advocates will declare that the tax money spent on the school stays in the community and protects the property values. This is simply not true. The high salaries paid to teachers’ fuel the union dues that flow directly into Democratic candidates. So if you are a Republican or a Libertarian, paying a tax to a public school guarantees that you will be assisting the campaign of a Democrat. Public education has become an elaborate political scam ran by the teachers unions to extort money from the public with fear—fear of having kids poorly prepared for college, fear of losing busing and electives if a levy doesn’t pass, and fear of losing the property value of a home in the district. Everywhere in public education the arguments and complaints are the same, yet the situation is never fixed.
The same advocates for public education will point to the Mark Berndt case and say that he doesn’t represent all teachers, that he is a bad apple, and parents should not worry about their kids in school. Parents are not supposed to be concerned that Berndt was a 30 year teacher with no complaints on his record during that entire duration, except for a January 1994 complaint of touching a young girl. Parents are supposed to not worry about all the times this teacher didn’t get caught, or the hundreds just like him working all over the United States that are currently performing similar crimes right now, unbeknownst to the parents of the victims. From my experience, I would say that the problem is epidemic, that sex abuse is going on in every single school in the country and is a severe problem that the teachers unions are doing everything they can to contain from a public relations stand-point. In my community I can think of two sexual abuse cases in just 2011 at Lakota, a school with an excellent reputation of academic performance and families of above average means. One was a teacher named Ryan Farhemkemp that was taking pictures of his children in a state of undress and had acts of child pornography on his school computer. He was arrested by the FBI. The second was a teacher who used a student to gain access to a mother whose father was on the road a lot. The teacher used knowledge about the family gained through the student to seduce the lonely parent. Both of those cases were carefully handled with public relations fees to sweep under the rug since the district was very concerned about the public losing faith in the district and not approving the tax levies they planned to present to the tax payers. Another case in Mason, the next district over from Lakota involved the teacher, Stacy Schulerwho had bizarre and frequent sex with members of the football team at her house. She’s currently doing 4 years in prison. Ryan Farhemkemp is doing the same.
There is no question in my mind that this is an epidemic in public education. But why? Why is public education filled with these kinds of stories if only parents did a bit of investigation? Well, what makes public education different from other occupations is that public education is government work run by a powerful union. Public education has a monopoly on the education process and because of that monopoly do not have to compete for jobs, so their minds drift to decadence. Whenever there is a condition where employees make great sums of money, and teachers do, at Lakota the average wage is $63K per year in just raw salary, but the teachers do not have to work very hard to gain that wealth, then decadence is bound to occur.
It’s not that public education is not a noble idea. It’s a nice concept; however it is one of the 10 Planks of Communism that has been introduced by socialist leaning progressives under the FDR administrations and LBJ. It’s an experiment that has failed and should be abandoned in its current form. Academics have their place in society, but they lack common sense and should be not be made into presidents, politicians, or leaders of any kind. Academics as they are traditionally positioned are functioning from a faulty philosophy. The modern intellectual from the times of the Greek to present are at odds with the nature of reality and they are not equipped to instruct society at large. They can add ideas, but they cannot drive the philosophy of a society, because they are broken as a demographic group of people.
I have met hundreds, maybe thousands of these academics and many of them are good people, who are well-intentioned. But having good intentions does not equate to success at living. The teaching profession is plagued with weak minds at odds with their own existence. Academics are functioning from the same premise as they did in the Dark Ages. They believe falsely that it is consciousness that creates existence. They believe that they think, therefore they are. The static patterns of their learning and living do not allow for dynamics to change their perception because they believe that creation starts with their minds. This is why academics believe infinite amounts of money can be raised and spent on their programs, because they have no concept of the conditions that create wealth. They are blind to existence because they believe it starts with their thoughts. So the entire premise of their very lives is a falsehood leaving them completely helpless to advance society. This is the exclusive reason that with all the investments in education that American society has invested, with all the education involved in 16 years of learning, kids are no smarter now than they were 40 years ago. In fact, it could be argued that kids are less intelligent now than they were when children were treated like adults at 16, could drink at 18, and were working and raising families by age 20. The education class has advocated extended learning, pre-school and a parentless upbringing that has been devastating to American culture, and all one has to do to see it is open their eyes.
The teachers themselves since they are a broken group intellectually often live dual lives, the life they show to the public and the life they embark upon in their private lives. It is for this reason that we find a disproportionate amount of sex abuse cases among educators who are attracted to sexual promiscuity. It’s not that sexual deviancy is not prevalent among all human beings, but a person who has worked hard for 16 hours in a day to pay their bills is less likely to have the time to indulge in sexual decadence compared to the teacher who must only work 7.5 hours a day to make all the money required for their daily needs and the monopoly of education protects them from competition, so the academic does not have to spend their time and resources learning how to be competitive. The teachers’ minds are at ease to think about sexual fantasies because they are insulated from the outside world of competition. And these fantasies serve to bridge the gaps in their conscious reality as it conflicts with existence. Since their view of the world is false, the academic covers up this discrepancy with sexual fulfillment to balance out their lives with the reality of existence. Since they often discover through maturity that the intellect of their consciousness does not drive existence they often find themselves resorting to primal desires to balance out their disappointments.
I would say that most academics struggle with this in the recluses of their minds. Few actually act on them and Mark Berndt is one of them. His desire to feed his own semen to his students is a primal rage at his existence. Just as the woman seeks to consume a man’s semen, or not to, depending on her feelings about the substance, it cannot be denied that consuming the life essence of another human being has a shared quality to it that is often enjoyed during sex practices. For the pedophile they are seeking to fix something in their static patterns with their attraction to children. Pedophiles are broken at their foundations and even with their obvious social problems by breeching their trust with the youth, the pedophile is trying to fix themselves through sexual contact by indulging in a perversion to bring their conscious mind in accord with existence. The gross perversion is considered evil to those of us with a stable mind, but to the academic who has spent their entire adult lives without being challenged under the umbrella of monopoly, a perversion is actually an alignment to their reality. The extent of these issues permeates education at all levels. Just examine the Jerry Sandusky situation at Penn State for further clarification. These are not isolated instances, they are endemic among academics. All that is required is for American civilization to come to grips with this basic reality, to admit that there is a serious problem.
In my eyes public education has failed because most kids do not go to their local zoos with notes taken and curiosity on their faces. Many young people don’t even know how many planets are in the solar system. Young people are not ignited to live the adventure of life by observing existence because they are taught in public education that consciousness creates existence. They are taught to re-write existence which leaves the inquiring mind lost to true reality, because the mind is not seeking to observe the conditions of existence such as why a zebra cares for its young the way it does, or a spider spins a web between two trees. I know teachers, such as my father-in-law who have tried to show kids all these observations and ignite curiosity in them, but it is the system itself that is corrupt, it’s the monopoly of public education that fails, and individual teachers cannot overcome that opposition. The premise of public education is a failed one, and must be completely reinvented. I would say that it has little or no value in its current form.
Many will be sickened to consider how Mark Berndt could have done the evil things he did to his students, young minds who were placed in his care by parents who intended for their children to get a good education but instead were fed the teachers semen, the life essence of the teacher himself in a perverse game of control over the young lives of the children. When a woman does this for her sex partner under normal sexual interaction she is showing that she wants to consume part of her lover in the act. It’s an act of acceptance and primal urgency. This teacher through coercion and trickery behind the backs of the establishment itself sought similar satisfaction with these innocent children. It is the trail that leads to these evils that must be examined if we are to stop it, because public education paves the way for this behavior with their monopolies to create evil among civilization due to the lack of competition. And it is for this reason that public education should be dismantled and privatized with a whole new set of social expectations. Until that time, American society will continue to flutter along aimless, and perverted. Children will find themselves victims to the elderly who have lost their lives and seek balance with sexual decadence. The expectation among the youthful peer groups established in public education that make up the culture of children will continue to promote stupidity so that they are easy pickings for the predators of academia who are attempting to maintain their subconscious self-image of being drivers of existence instead of the observers of it. It is in that simple statement that many of earth’s current evils are committed and will continue so long as the public education monopoly is maintained.
To say dear reader that you are disgusted by this news, of the California teacher who committed terrible acts against the trust of the teaching profession is not enough. You must act in accordance with reality, one that is observed with logic and a history that proves faulty. Until you are ready to admit the failure and take a more proactive role in the lives of your children you will indirectly continue to feed the evil of men like Mark Berndt. So long as you believe that money will fix public education and employees being bought to do the work of a parent, these evils will continue, and you play your role in them through inaction. Being outraged won’t save the next child from this grim reality that has been constructed around the empire of public education.
There are days when it would seem to a scientific mind that all the demons of existence have gathered conspiratorially in the depths of hell to plot against you. To my mind there is a way to explain with science the beings religion calls demons, but for the sake of simplicity let’s just generalize for the benefit of comprehension. When a load of bad news occurs all at the same time, I have come to reason that such things are not coincidence, but are in fact attacks intended to put a dagger in your spirit.
Negative news will ultimately happen many times in a lifetime, no matter how well one prepares. The randomness of luck and how it is distributed to individual souls is a science that exists at a quantum level. However, when several of those negative events line up within days and hours of each other, the randomness of chance goes down considerably, and is evidently an attack designed to throw you off your game.
Life experience has shown me to take such waves of travesty like a quarterback is expected to stand in the pocket in a football game and connect with their offense to drive the ball down the field as an aggressive defense takes a shot at you. The good quarterbacks routinely take the pressure with poise even if the hits are painful. Cowering under the pressure is simply not an option because the intention of the defense is to rattle the quarterback with constant pressure.
I have no sympathy for those weaklings in our society; those poor quarterbacks who buckle under the pressure. I have no sympathy for those who have bought into the notion that collective consciousness impacts existence. If it did, home teams in football games would overwhelmingly win as the roar of the crowd would affect the play of the quarterback with a force that disrupts existence itself. But that doesn’t happen. All a collective consciousness can do is make noise that is distracting to the quarterback and urge them to make a mistake. But they cannot rob the quarterback of their skill, or their determination.
I see the role especially of men in their families to be the ATLAS, the pillar which holds up their entire family and their structures, like the cool quarterback that must stand in the pocket and carry a football team. In my life I expect to hold up the whole world if needed to achieve the goals of my family. To me, a man should always put the world on their back and carry the whole thing if needed. So problems that come my way must always be taken in stride, there is no room for emotion, for second guessing. There is only making decisions and advancing one’s position, and if the ATLAS is in my hands all will advance with me. That is the task of a man.
Carrying everything on your back is expected, and ATLAS should only be placed off your back when too many within the family structure take for granted that they are riding for free. My expectation is that all are welcome to ride on my back so long as they don’t come to expect me to always carry them. I expect the males to strive to have my strength. And I expect the women to appreciate the strength itself. If they don’t then setting down ATLAS is the only way to shake them from their neglect.
My love of the book Atlas Shrugged is for this reason. It is the only book that addresses the condition of those who ride on the back of the strong as being parasites. And those in government to me are all parasites, because they do not carry anything. All members of government rely exclusively to ride on the backs of those who work, and pay taxes to exist. However, those in government believe with collective consciousness that they can defy logic and reason by wishing into existence the dreams of their minds. They believe that if they come to some collective consensus that the weight of that consensus will steer luck in their direction and solutions will present themselves. This is why government believes they can rack up nearly 6 trillion dollars in debt in a four-year period in the Obama administration, because they are not dealing with reality. They are dealing with collective consciousness and hope that their consensus will provide them protection from the rules of existence.
I do not have any sympathy during such times when I personally face an avalanche of negative news in a short time, with the full intent behind the demons to shake me off my support of ATLAS. Perhaps it is the demons that do these things to curry favor with the weaklings of collective intent, so to prevent them from studying what I do and following. For whatever reason, their frustration at my refusal to be rattled, to set down the world for my own self-preservation, or desire for an easy life, frustrates them noticeably.
The question has come at me recently as it has in the past, how much can one man be expected to carry? What is the limit? Well, the answer is, if the required task is to carry an entire family, then you do it. If the task is to carry an entire community, then you do that. If the task is to carry the nation, the world, the solar system, then you do it. If the galaxy must be placed onto your back, then the mind and strength of spirit must rise up to meet that challenge. If the universe cannot function any longer because the parasites are attempting to overtake it, then it is those who are strongest who must carry that too. It is the responsibility of man’s mind to rise to that occasion if required.
Drinking to numb the mind, hiding from the trouble with over-eating, taking drugs for depression are not options for those who carry ATLAS on their backs. These are the pillars of all society. They are the leaders of their families and without them civilization falls apart if they refuse to carry the world on their backs. Ideally, the world would be much better off if everyone carried their own ATLAS’s on their backs. It wouldn’t require overman with so much strength to carry so many if more would take responsibility for themselves.
But the demons do attack at the peripherals of our lives especially when an individual attempts to shrug off the collective consciousness of the weaklings. The guilt the weaklings feel rots their minds and they pray for assistance to protect their meager lives from the guilt of their lack of strength. So the demons come to answer the prayers of those lazy, lackluster beings who lack the strength or fortitude to carry their own lives on their backs, and look for someone much stronger to do the work for them.
I expect to carry those who are not as strong as I am. But I have little patience for those who don’t appreciate it, and think for a fleeting moment that they are my equal as they rest on my back and look for me to do all the work for them. I will do such a thing for my family, but I do not wish to carry the entire universe on my back willingly without harassment from me to them. They can pray for the demons to come to their aid, but my vigilance will not stop no matter how much pressure is applied. The parasites of collective consciousness will not be able to loot off the power of the overmen without advancement. Like the cool quarterback who stands in the pocket and takes the pressure, the efforts of the weak even in collaboration with each other cannot rattle those with the strength to carry ATLAS on their backs indefinitely. It is not peer pressure that will cause those of strength to place ATLAS back to the ground of reality, but irritation to choke off the lives of the parasites hanging on for a free ride who will suffer in the end, and this is the way of reality. A round ball rolls because it is round. Water flows down hill because of gravity. The run rises and sets because of the rotation of the earth. And the strong will always be more valuable over the weak because that is the nature of reality. Strength is gained by surviving the attacks and taking on more and more burden. Strength is built by not surrendering. Strength is not given out like Halloween candy. So no matter what the intentions of those collective consciousness types, they cannot change this fact, and will for all eternity find themselves dependent on the strong for their very survival. They can pass laws, they can call on demons, they can scream at the top of their lungs for attention, but they cannot change the nature of reality into making the weak the same as the strong, because they are too lazy to pursue the strength. And that tragedy is self-inflicted.
For my part, ATLAS remains on my back without fail, and will be maintained indefinitely. It will be so because I intend it, and realize that such a reality is within my power to guarantee. And that is the nature of reality. If the strength isn’t there today, then it must be built so it’s available tomorrow. We know to recognize the men of ATLAS in sports, Tom Brady comes to mind, Payton Manning is another. There are a few out of the thousands and thousands of athletes in the world who rise up to be so great. And so it is with all man in all occupations. The goal of all endeavors is to make more of these people, not less, and only by building strength and character by refusing to surrender to the demons of the world do we discover them. Because the strong are not built without opposition, so as a byproduct of tragedy, strength is the result. Whatever doesn’t kill us makes us stronger. It’s an old adage, but it has truth regardless of repetition and stereotype.
Those who carry ATLAS can always be trusted. They are always there and without fail, they will defeat their enemies. If not the first time, the overman will eventually overtake the enemies once they have gained the strength to do so. It is in tenacity that all is conquered because only the strong have the courage to utilize the tool of time to destroy the lazy and complacent who expect to ride for free in a parasitic quest to fulfil a fantasy that reality will crush 100% of the time.
Upon this announcement The Cincinnati Enquirer interviewed me for my comments. I gave a frustrated response to the questions which can be read here. The answer to Lakota’s budget trouble is rather easy.
At some point Ohio will have a Right-to-Work amendment to our Ohio Constitution which will break up the union monopoly forever. This will happen because Indiana is going to get it, and Ohio will have to follow to remain competitive economically.Once the unions no longer run our public schools, we can then see how much money education will really costs. But not until that time should any additional funds be allocated for public education under any circumstances. Because it is obvious that the school board and administrations have no control or courage to even ask the labor force to take a 5% cut to save those 42 jobs that are in jeopardy. I know a portion of the teachers of Lakota are willing to take a pay cut, because I asked one of them on 700 WLW, and they said in the affirmative, “Yes I would take a pay cut to save the jobs of teachers.” Listen for yourself.
Once again, George Lucas has shown that he can see way over the horizon to the essence of a problem, and in this case, with his most recent film, he grapples with the spirit of America and what makes our country tick. The genius of this very, very good film titled Red Tails can be seen at the start of most NFL football games, like this one during a home game with the San Francisco 49er’s where the actual Tuskegee Airmen which Red Tails is all about, took center stage as Elijah Kelly sung the National Anthem. If you’ve ever wondered why moments like the one shown in this video gives you chills up your spine, the movie Red Tails will define it for you.
I loved the film Red Tails featuring the adventurous exploits of the Tuskegee Airmen for all the reasons that The Huffington Post and The Hollywood Reporter disliked it. You can read those reviews below for reference against the one I’m writing. Contrary to the three reviews below I love John Wayne films and I love “Old Hollywood.” And I love stories where the good guys know they are good guys, and the bad guys are purely evil. I also like my villains with scars on their faces so you can clearly see who they are and what they are up to. In real life it’s often more difficult to see who the enemies are, so in our movies, it’s fun to see them clearly. And I love stories where squeaky clean crusaders fight for justice against tyranny! For all those reasons I have looked forward to George Lucas’s epic story about the real life Tuskegee Airmen for over three years now and the last 6 months have left me very hungry for the meal that is Red Tails. On the day after my viewing, I feel filled the way only an exquisite meal can sooth and I can assure you that I will not forget it.
Red Tails review from The Huffington Post which complains the film is blatenly old fashioned.
I would recommend that you stop reading this review right now and go see the movie. You can return here later, after you’ve seen it………….I’m serious, GO SEE THE MOVIE! NOW!
But in case you didn’t listen to me, let me continue—many critics of films like this are those who seek to tell stories that reflect their life philosophies, which reflect their broken family trees, the propaganda education they’ve received, and believe that every story about African-Americans must include broken down beings who overcome racism in the methods determined in the 60’s. While the racism story is a sub-plot in Red Tails, it’s not the focus of the story because it was not the focus of the original Airmen who collaborated closely with Lucas and the filmmakers to bring this story to life. It is not George Lucas’s issue that most of America has forgotten what kind of men made up this era of freedom fighters, and if the men of the period were not squeaky clean, they at least attempted to appear that way, because the films of the period created the mythology that society functioned under. When Lucas makes movies, he does so with the long view in mind, and that is certainly the case for this movie. My wife and I watched Red Tails late on opening night to a crowd that was a heavily black audience. There was a lot of laughing during the film, and there was a lot of crying. When the film ended I heard something I have not heard in over a decade at a films conclusion—people clapped and cheered. When the lights came up streaks of tears were running down people’s faces and a feeling of patriotism filled the very large theater. The movie ended with a very moving scene involving American patriotism similar to the Elijah Kelly National Anthem shown above. You would have to be brain-dead to not like the characters in Red Tails so the ending was particularly potent. Every character was very compelling and I felt I knew them well as the credits rolled. My wife and I sat until the last credit left the screen and as I stood up to leave, the theater was still packed with weeping women, men who stood with their shoulders squared almost wanting to salute the screen. And little children were glass eyed and looked eager to find an airplane. In the lobby there was a line at the movie poster where dads were standing with their children in front of the painting to get a picture as mothers snapped the proud poses. I cannot remember a time when I’ve seen so much enthusiasm upon leaving a movie and it was a wonderful feeling. Even the sleet falling outside didn’t sour the spirits. As I held the door open for a woman coming out behind me, tears still fresh on her face, she said—“bless you.” Thus, the magic of movies, where they can unite an audience toward a common theme and touch their hearts beyond any social conventions and provoke them to bring out the best in what stirs in the mind of each and every individual on planet earth, a love of freedom, and a yearning to overcome adversity.
Lucas and I both have in common a love of Joseph Campbell, in fact Lucas served on the board of directors of the Joseph Campbell Foundation for a number of years while I was also a member. I had the fortune of attending a special showing of the Star Wars Smithsonian Exhibit back in 1997 because of my affiliation with the Joseph Campbell Foundation, and I can report that I understand exactly what George Lucas was trying to achieve as a filmmaker in Red Tails, and I agree with him 100000000%. He knows the period of history between 1900 and 1970 better than most functioning historians and his knowledge of history is reflected accurately in Red Tails.
While watching Red Tails to be honest I did not think about black men and white men until the characters reminded me of racism during the film. Racism has long been destroyed in America and it was largely through events like what the Tuskegee Airmen performed in World War II that ended it. There was a gradual acceptance by whites of black culture as they enjoyed Jazz in the speakeasy of the prohibition, and the actual black soldiers who fought for the South in the Civil War and begun the process shown in Red Tails of respect for the men behind the color. Respect for the African-American was well on its way by natural causes. It was the looters of government who used the Civil Rights movement to grab power, create bloc voting groups, and push social programs in the 60’s and 70’s that distorted history, and ironically created the falsehoods in education that many of the current movie critics are functioning from.
It’s not that those men of the World War II period did not abuse their wives, or tie up their children into dog cages and torture them, or did not run around womanizing and getting drunk. The difference between the age of Red Tails and today is that the behavior is now accepted, so watching a film about characters who are either squeaky clean, or are trying to be squeaky clean is an accurate representation of the era, and Lucas clearly loves the period so much that he poured $100 million dollars of his own money into a modern mythmaking endeavor, so he’s going to tell the story he wants to tell, and for Lucas, a true historian, he’s going to not only capture the time period, but also the propaganda mood of the films he grew up loving as a child. So the supposed insult from many critics that Red Tails has all the bravado of a John Wayne picture is to me the highest compliment. In fact, the movie is so good that if you did not listen before and are still reading then I urge you to stop right now at your computer and head to the movie theater. Finish reading this review while you wait for the movie to start on your phone because when the lights dim, magic will happen right before your eyes.
The picture opens with my personal favorite plane, the P-40’s on an attack run, and that’s the way I like a movie, fast and furious! And Red Tails is fast, the action is dramatic. It’s a grand, epic film that if directed by someone else, and produced by anyone but Lucas, the film would be touted for an Academy Award in the year 2012. The acting reminded me of the film Chicago, which was critically acclaimed. The dialogue reflects the period. If people think its cardboard, they need to go back and watch more films from that period.
For those who think the characters are unrealistically squeaky clean then I would suggest a visit to the next air show that comes near the town you live in. Over the summer, my wife and I met some of these Tuskegee Airmen at The Dayton Air Show where they routinely attend these events. So it is possible to shake their hands, and speak with them. They’ll tell you stories from those days and history will unfold in front of you. Were they squeaky clean—no. But they tried to be, and that’s the clear difference between the age of the Tuskegee Airmen and the modern young person.
Lucas is offering in his film Red Tails not only some very good role models for young African-American boys ages 7 to 19 to learn about, but a film for all young people to enjoy that is a pleasant alternative to the apocalyptic visions of today’s filmmakers who try to attempt their own versions of Star Wars, but get lost in the special effects and forget about the heart of the story, the characters and their likeability. But Red Tails is not just for the young person, but the historian, the airplane enthusiasts, the avid museum goers who number in the millions, there is no better display of old vintage planes anywhere. To see so many P-40’s flying through the air, 109’s, 262’s, and P-51’s was a serious treat that brought an epic quality to this picture that I personally found overwhelming.
I enjoy the company of these old pilots and enjoy thoroughly the time period of early aviation, which is why the only jacket I wear is a period styled flight jacket. Although I enjoy modern flying, I can’t stand all the rules of the modern FFA. I do not take instruction well, so having a tower tell me when and where I can land does not sit well with me. In the film Red Tails my favorite character was Lightening. I live my life-like Lightening does, so I particularly found myself attracted to his character. Lightening if he lived in the modern age might have found himself paralleling my own life, constantly in trouble and always in a fight. I don’t like to be told what the flight ceiling I’m allowed to fly is when flying near a municipality, so the regulations are a turn-off to me. I prefer the early days of aviation before all the rules when adventurers took to the air at age 19 and were given expensive airplanes to go up and shoot down the enemy and expected to land in one piece, and they did. Most of those planes did not have good heating systems, so the cockpits were cold a few thousand feet off the deck, and the rough conditions made for tough men. The demons that rot the mind of modern males who have adventure robbed from them with too many regulations in our safety conscious society did not rot the mind of the fighter pilots in the largely unregulated early days of flight. And it shows. If you shake the hand of the modern Tuskegee Airman you’ll see a man look back at you, not a watered down human being lacking real experience. When a 19-year-old took to the air to face every fear imaginable, and conquered that fear, they became men of a higher caliber. And that swagger, that higher caliber is what is seen in this film.
To keep that ambition alive in my own life I ride motorcycles here in the modern age to stay sharp. The big pistons on my 1500 CC motorcycle remind me of the big engines in the old P-40’s and P-51’s. When I ride to work in the pouring rain and the snow I get noticeably perplexed gazes. In fact just the other day I was pulled over by a West Chester cop who was shocked that I was riding in a torrential rainstorm down the highway on my way to Congressman Boehner’s Office. I had to attempt to answer the question the cop had about why I was riding a motorcycle on such a terrible day. The young fellow thought he would be looking at a maniacal lunatic of some kind when I took off my winter gear and face mask to reveal a middle-aged suburbanite on his way to a congressman’s office. The cop thought he hit the mother load when he pulled me over, assuming that nobody would be crazy enough to ride in such harsh weather on a motorcycle but a criminal of some kind up to no good. I couldn’t tell the cop that I rode in the hard winter out of a desire to stay strong, to harden my resolve, to reach for a fraction of the adventure old fighter pilots used to feel in my daily commutes.
My eyesight has always been 20/10 which is better than normal and my physical attitude is such that when I was younger I could have easily passed the Navy or Air force examinations for admission, and my intelligence would have easily qualified me for being a pilot in the military. But I couldn’t stand the idea of being in the military for years before I could fly. I couldn’t stand a drill sergeant harassing me. I couldn’t take orders and acknowledge anyone as sir, so military life was an out for me. I would have been attracted to the military in the days of Red Tails, but not in the days of Top Gun. There is too much math, too many rules, and too many computers who come between the pilot and their craft as a modern fighter pilot. Each day when I get up I start-up my big motorcycle in the cold of the darkened mornings and listen to the big pistons roar to life in the massive V-Twin, I think of fighter pilots like the Tuskegee Airmen, The Flying Tigers and the Great Chuck Yeager. This morning I had to pull back into the garage because one of my hydraulic lifters was starving for oil with a very noticeable “Tick, Tick,” emerging from the engine. This required an engine flush since the oil was a bit dirty, the viscosity was thickened in the near zero temperatures, and the hydraulic lifters weren’t filling because they were clogged from the hard weather. To run the engine with such a clog could ruin the piston tolerances, so immediate action had to take place.
The old pilots of the P-51’s had similar concerns. They listened to their craft and responded between their mechanics and the desire to fly into combat by the sounds that came from their war machines. Pilots listened to the way their pistons sounded as exploded gas was pushed out and a fresh mixture was pulled in. The mess halls between flights where card games went on and camaraderie among those who pushed danger to the limit bonded pilots in a unique way that is lost to the modern latte drinker in Santa Monica which is why Lucas had to fund Red Tails on his own, the studios just don’t understand these kinds of things anymore, because bravery and valor have been driven from our society. If Lucas wanted to make a film about some young twenty something’s who bar hop around LA, the studios would scramble for his project. But some black pilots fighting Nazi’s over Europe and empowering themselves to rise above their station does not fit in with the modern perception of history, so the project sat on a shelf as studios had no idea how to make or sell such a picture to the public.
I do everything in my power to avoid these pretentious types, the leeches of bravery that have infected our society. I instead from the back of my motorcycle seek the bar and grill with the heavily tattooed bikers and the earrings draped from their ears and noses who frequent such places because there is honor among them, at least in the fashion of pushing danger and a love of piston engines. I have more in common with them than I do the well dressed executives at the Katsuya restaurant at Americana at the Brand in Hollywood. I sat at the bar eating my sushi there one night and had to listen to a very sheltered couple both dressed in pink designer shirts explain to me the fundamentals of economics in America. This man and his friend were nice enough, but were obviously lacking experience in their lives, which I felt sorry for them because they were the same age as I was. Both men had six figure incomes so life in L.A was easy enough for them. They could shop at the Americana, and work in the valley, and never leave. Their biggest trip was a daring adventure over the mountains into Las Vegas in a coming weekend. They were complaining that they couldn’t get a flight out of Burbank soon enough. I suggested they rent a couple of Harley’s and ride there on their own. They gave me the oddest look—such a thought was incomprehensible to them.
I can’t imagine such a sheltered existence. From my perspective I would never dream of flying from L.A. to Las Vegas. It’s just too close. You can almost see Vegas from over L.A. just a few thousand feet above the city. It’s not very far at all. And on the back of a motorcycle there’s a lot of adventure from one city to the other.
I’ve been on motorcycle trips where I’ve met riders at a McDonalds in some far-away land for a group ride, and I find I always enjoy the company, not because most of the riders are hardened men who could have led more productive lives, or smell like B.O. and lack dental hygiene. We share in common a love of freedom and a willingness to brave danger to have it. To me, it’s the closest experience to being a fighter pilot like the camaraderie seen in Red Tails that I’m likely to get in my lifetime. Piston driven motorcycles and piston driven airplanes are brothers from the same mother but different fathers, but are family none-the-less.
Red Tails is a fantastic film that is about everything that is good about Hollywood, and everything that Hollywood used to be, and is still hungered for by the ticket buying public. That is why despite the poor reviews from a generation of people who have lost touch with their history, the movie does what it is supposed to do, entertain, inspire, and leaves the viewer hungry to know more about the subject matter. Because of Red Tails the History Channel will cover the Tuskegee Airman and at air shows little children will seek the hand of the real Red Tails like celebrities, which they deserve. That is the magic of movies, to extend into the daily lives of the viewer long after the lights come up in the darkened theater, a feeling of hope and inspiration. Red Tails does all this and more, which makes it a successful film and one I will purchase on Blu-Ray when it comes out. And I’ll show it to my grandchildren before I take them to the Dayton Air Museum so they can see the real planes. Red Tails is about having a great time at the theater, then reaching for more in an experience that doesn’t just give back for the two hours you watch it, but will enrich your life for years as the name of a Tuskegee Fighter Pilot comes to your mind and evokes images of bravery and fortitude.
The idea of America and the film industry in general became one of the greatest exports of the United States because Hollywood used to make many movies like Red Tails. It is sad that such films are now a rarity, but thank goodness this one was made. George Lucas for many reasons that I’ll cover in a separate article has been under attack by the filmmaking establishment for years, and much of the anger toward Red Tails has nothing to do with the movie. Lucas is a visionary and that makes people angry. But Lucas is more than a visionary. He knows what society needs and he knows how to tell a story that stays with people in the deepest reaches of their minds. Red Tails is in many ways a movie about healing, not just in race relations, but in American spirit. It is an instant classic in my book and will prove to be a film that will be reflected on generations from now as a pivotal moment in Hollywood’s history that might just save it from itself.
If you’ve listened to me, then you are now sitting in the movie theater and the film is about to begin. So turn off your phone, buy some pop corn, and hang on tight. Let the Tuskegee Airmen take you on the ride of your life, and relish every frame of film shown on the screen, because what you are about to see is movie magic at it’s best, and captures the spirit of America in a bottle for all to enjoy for the price of a movie ticket. That’s why I’m going to post this, then go see it again!
In the title I thank George Lucas personally because I am grateful to his contributions of art to human civilization. I truly am. Without him, I wonder what would have become of the human race. As we speak millions and millions of young people are playing the latest Star Wars online game called The Old Republic, which is a valuable social myth maker in its own right. The impact Star Wars has had on so many lives is obvious. But other films like Willow, which is a personal favorite of my wife and I, and the great movie Tucker: The Man and His Dream taught me at a young age how quickly and precisely why men like Tucker and Howard Hughes were pushed aside and attacked for their innovations. Red Tails does for racism, bravery and American pride what thousands of films have failed to do, and is a skill uniquely suited to George Lucas who continues to bring quality to a society that seems hell-bent to destroy itself. The subtle message to Red Tails is that if the pilots had behaved nicely and not pushed politics the way they did, nobody today would know anything of the Tuskegee Airmen. They constantly pushed the limit of their orders and the law to arrive as heroes, especially Lightening. So George Lucas……..THANK YOU!
To learn more about this period see my article about the Flying Tigers here:
Also, if you want to meet some of the old bomber pilots and actually touch some of the old planes, you can see and speak with both at the Tri-State Warbird Museum in Clermont County, Ohio. It’s a wonderful place.
I would replace them all in government with the people who just obtained their citizenship on Friday the 13th 2012 in less than a second if given the opportunity, and the Republic of the United States would fare far better than its present course because it is this group of people who worked hard to get a citizenship that is coveted all over the world as excessively valuable, who appreciate it. Because it is this United States Citizenship that gives an individual the right to their own property, and the right to pursue freedom without being ordained by any political party, religious idea, or tyrant of heredity.America is all about the Battle Hymn of the Republic because the fight will march on, and domestic enemies to the Constitution will be met, and at the same time threats from foreign enemies will be confronted to preserve the value of a citizenship sworn to at St. Dominic School in Delhi under the idea and pursuit of freedom.
Meet my son-in-law and what he intends to do as he answers the battle call of an American citizen at this link:
The battle before us this time does not involve a war across the sea, or the spilling of blood anywhere on earth. The battle we are fighting for now is to restore the idea of America after many years of abuse by greedy, unsophisticated, caretakers. And to those who wish to maintain such a quandary in American culture, fear that song. Because it’s coming for you! The looters, thieves, and feel good police have hijacked it for too long, and it’s time to restore it to its rightful place in our popular culture. For it is the idea of American culture that should be spread throughout the world as evidence by the gathering of those who seek refuge under the citizenship of being an American and why such a thing has so much value. It is that value that we protect now through first art and literature and if those things fail, then with the gun. But we will have that value. YOU CAN TRUST THAT DEAR READER! So wipe away that tear that is running down your face from hearing those songs, clean your gun so that it is ready, and in the meantime spread the word.
The Overmanwarrior 