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Even though I don’t typically enjoy lyrical music, occasionally one comes out that I like quite a bit. During 2013 my favorite video game was Assassin’s Creed III, and I fell in love with the song “Radioactive” which was part of the marketing campaign for that game. You can hear the song below as it was presented to the imagery of the game which allowed players to immerse themselves in the Revolutionary War of America in a way that had never been done before. The game was just fantastic, and the song “Radioactive” became one that I enjoyed for more reasons evolving beyond Assassin’s Creed III.
“Radioactive” is a song recorded by American rock band Imagine Dragons for their major-label debut EPContinued Silence and later on their debut studio album, Night Visions, as the opening track. “Radioactive” was first sent to radio on April 2, 2012 and again on October 29, 2012. Musically, “Radioactive” is an alternative rock song with elements of electronic rock and dubstep, while containing cryptic lyrics of apocalyptic and revolutionist themes.
The song received acclaim from critics who praised the production, lyrics, and vocals, calling it a highlight on the album. Due to heavy rotation on commercials and trailers, the song became a sleeper hit, peaking at number three on the US Billboard Hot 100 chart, and has so far spent nearly a year and a half on that chart. It became their first top 10 single, and also broke the record for slowest ascension to the Top 5 in chart history. It currently holds the record for most weeks spent on the Billboard Hot 100 at 78 weeks. It was the third best-selling song of 2013, and was also the No. 3 song on the Billboard Hot 100 in 2013 year-ending behind “Thrift Shop” and “Blurred Lines“. The song has also reached No. 1 in Sweden and in the top 20 in several countries including Australia, Canada, New Zealand, and the United Kingdom, becoming their most successful single to date.
Imagine Dragons is an American alternative rock band from Las Vegas, Nevada. The band gained exposure following the September 2012 release of their debut studio album, Night Visions, which peaked at number 2 on the weekly Billboard 200 chart. Following the release of Night Visions, Imagine Dragons embarked on a world tour, and performed on major late night shows. According to Billboard Imagine Dragons topped the year-end rock rankings for 2013. Billboard also named Imagine Dragons “The Breakthrough Band of 2013,” and Rolling Stone named their single “Radioactive” “the biggest rock hit of the year.”MTV also called them “the year’s biggest breakout band.”
Here are the lyrics to the song:
Whoa, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh
I’m waking up to ash and dust
I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust
I’m breathing in the chemicals
I’m breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse
I’m waking up, I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my systems blow
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I’m radioactive, radioactive
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I’m radioactive, radioactive
I raise my flags, don my clothes
It’s a revolution, I suppose
We’ll paint it red to fit right in
I’m breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse
I’m waking up, I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my systems blow
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I’m radioactive, radioactive
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I’m radioactive, radioactive
All systems go, the sun hasn’t died
Deep in my bones, straight from inside
I’m waking up, I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my systems blow
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I’m radioactive, radioactive
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I’m radioactive, radioactive
Reynolds has struggled most of his life with depression and ADD and anxiety issues. He explained to AbsolutePunk that he penned this song “Radioactive,” “coming out of a pretty serious spell of depression and having a new awakening and a real vigor for life.” He added: “That’s the general thing where that song came from. There’s more specifics to it, but that’s the basic, general idea.” In a time that we currently live in where so many young people have been diagnosed and treated with Attention Deficit Disorder, and HDAD literally an entire generation of young people are becoming aware that they have been deliberately stifled mentally by pharmaceutical companies looking to make a lot of money off a made up disease. Creative people like Dan Reynolds look to have become aware of this stifling as he has a past with these public education attempts to put clamps on the mind of people with exceptional ability so to equalize them with students of less aptitude. That is the reason for ADD diagnosis. Medicating the made up disease is purely to stifle the mind of the victim and Dan Reynolds has been through this process.
His frustration is clear in the music. The subtle lyrics come out as though he were waking up from a dream—a cloud of haze deliberately inflicted upon the mind and the intense drum beats during the song are the natural impulse to action trying to emerge past the drugs and social resistance to exceptionalism. I find the song “Radioactive” to be an appropriate metaphor for our entire society, globally. We have all been subdued by intelligentsia, and we are finally waking up………slowly.
If ADD diagnosis was around when I went to school, there would be no doubt the teachers would have tried to put me on every drug known to numb my mind into something they were more comfortable with. Thank God I didn’t have to go through that fight. I have arrived to my adulthood without the struggles that the band members of Imagine Dragons have had to deal with. Works of art like their music are gifts to a free society and an inquisitive culture. The official music video, also shown here is just another subtle layer to the song’s meaning—the band members are imprisoned below a ring of death where innocent puppets are fighting out battles metaphorical to what we all face every day. The gamblers around the ring are making bets playing us all against each other until an innocent little creature arrives into the ring and destroys all the villains. Good stuff.
Not all rock music is offshoots of Aliester Crowley and the culture of destruction that are often associated with the Thelema. In a free market, like what does exists to a large extent in America, bands like Imagine Dragons have a chance to compete with everyone else—and excel. Thank goodness for that, because the song “Radioactive” is a song of great importance to our current time and the minds that hear the music and realize on a subconscious level the meaning. We are waking up; the flag we fly is red, but not the red of tyrannies from the past, but more like the pirate’s flag of “no quarter given.” It is a revolution and the sun still shines. Now it’s just a matter of time before everyone joins those already awake to hoist that flag to the next step of human evolution—and it is not conducive to the current class of dissidents who have prescribed a society to the drugs of diagnosis for ADD so to protect themselves from overachieving intelligence.
“Radioactive” is about hope………..a hope that through the tyrannies of every dominating force known, the human mind can wake up and react in a pursuit of freedom that is only known in the deepest recesses of every cell in our bodies. I simply love the song and what it is doing for a generation of young people—a quiet intensity that is ever-growing toward a social fortissimo that is not yet known. Powerful stuff. If you are currently on medicine designed to treat ADD or some other related diagnosis, get off the stuff right now–and free your mind to its true potential. Be the drum in the song “Radioactive” and beat with all the vigor that your life has the potential to produce.
This from Fox News:
“Uwe and Hannelore Romeike came to the United States in 2008 seeking political asylum. They fled their German homeland in the face of religious persecution for homeschooling their children.They wanted to live in a country where they could raise their children in accordance with their Christian beliefs. So they came to The United States. The Romeikes were initially given asylum, but the Obama administration objected – claiming that German laws that outlaw homeschooling do not constitute persecution. Obama’s administration essentially decided that the relationship America had with Germany was more important than the individual beliefs of the citizens who wished to flee a system they did not wish to participate in. Obama’s administration built their case against the Romeikes by saying, “The goal in Germany is for an open, pluralistic society,” the Justice Department wrote in a legal brief last year. “Teaching tolerance to children of all backgrounds helps to develop the ability to interact as a fully functioning citizen in Germany.”On Monday, the Supreme Court declined to hear the Romeike’s appeal siding with the Justice Department and Germany – paving the way for the Christian family of eight to be deported.”
Now this story:
An actress who was formerly quiet about her political beliefs has come out against what she calls “a progressive agenda” in America’s public schools. (It’s about time.)Sam Sorbo, the wife of “Hercules” actor Kevin Sorbo, homeschools her children and recently began publicly writing about the topic of education.“Of course school is the most political, because that’s where the progressive agenda is coming out the strongest and the hardest,” said Sorbo.“You people who send your kids to school, you have no idea what the schools are doing to their fresh little brains, in brainwashing them into this progressive, liberal—it’s antithetical to America, the agenda that they’re being indoctrinated with,” Sorbo said.
While it is good to see people pushing back against the government schools in America, the problem is not isolated to only The United States—it is a global problem. When it is mentioned that progressivism has infected the schools of the world, it is in all actuality socialism and communism that those schools are teaching. The Romeikes fled Germany hoping to gain freedom in America, but were turned away by the Obama administration who otherwise promotes “open boarders.” Obama supports illegal immigration, he supports tolerance of other cultures—until the culture is a Christian one looking to flee the international grip that progressives have on public schools. The Justice Department is seeking to preserve that grip, which is why they singled out this simple family to make a point to all others considering such a move.
Some high-profile Hollywood types are beginning to smell what’s been cooking for a long time, people like Sam Sorbo. Some of us, particularly at this site of Overmanwarrior’s Wisdom have been against public education for a long time and it is refreshing to see people finally starting to stand up for themselves and calling out public education and the commitment to progressive politics which is taught there. But we are far deeper down the well than a lot of people care to admit to.
It should be obvious by Obama’s actions what the goal of public education is not just in America, but across the world—they wish to capture the minds of every child born and to reshape those minds into compliant government drones obedient to the state governed by The United Nations. This is why Obama cares about the feelings of Germany instead of feeling honored that the Romeikes wished to trade away all they ever knew for a land of the unknown in America so that they could remove their children away from the progressive teaching of the world’s public schools controlled by government.
The crazed progressives know that so long as homeschooling options exists that some children will escape from their grip and will grow up to become exceptional—and compared to the mindless drones from the public schools, the imbalance will be obvious—and the government schools will be viewed as failures. The only way the progressive model can succeed over the long haul is to remove the value judgment of an option so that children have nowhere but the government to instruct them—superseding their parents.
This is why Obama injected his administration into the poor situation of the Romeikes, and the Supreme Court played right along with the global deception. (I heard one commentator on Fox mystified that the Supreme Court ruled in this way since most of them were appointed by “conservative” presidents. The “Bush” presidents were not conservative—they were both progressive types—for the record. Ronald Reagan was a born again progressive espousing conservative value at the end of his life, but spent all the years’ prior sympathetic to socialist, communist, and progressive causes. The Supreme Court is not a conservative body of legal analysis) Thank goodness people like Sam Sorbo are finally speaking out against public education because if more people knew what was really going on in public education more people would be clearly upset. The Obama administration would not be so confident to deport the Romeikes while at the same time advocating the merits of illegal immigration for every drug dealer, whore, and child molester who wishes to cross America’s boarders and plant themselves into neighborhoods in every city of The United States. Out of all those people, the Romeikes are a far greater threat to Obama and the country of Germany because of what they represent—a resistance to the progressive attack on the children of the world—an attack against their minds—and future. The level of attention given to the Romeikes by supposedly the most powerful man in the world—President Obama is validation that everything and more said by Sam Sorbo is true and far more dangerous than anybody is yet ready to admit.
These are not good people in public education. They may individually be nice neighbors, trustworthy baby sitters, and reasonable people who seem harmless. But what they are teaching children is the real danger—collectivism driven by communist influence planted smack dab in the middle of The United State Department of Education. The Romeikes exposed this attempt and the Justice Department prosecuted them for it. And that is all the evidence anybody really needs to understand what the real intention of public education is—and it is not to teach kids to read, write, and do arithmetic. It is to change them away from what a parent would otherwise raise, into a servant of the state and an eventual empty carcass lacking the individuality of the pronoun “I” on a path of world-wide recognition that will only accept the term, “we.”
Let me deal with two birds here with one stone, the sad story recently at Lakota where a student was thrown in jail for bringing a gun to school and the really stupid idea of putting a roundabout at the corner of Maud Hughes Road and Millikin. I explained yesterday my thoughts about the student with the gun and alluded to a school shooting which I had been involved in and promised to tell a story I had from personal experience. I will do that now, and tie it in to what motorists can expect to witness as they travel through the South East portion of the upcoming roundabout. Many years ago during my junior year at Lakota a car load of boys came to a stop at that exact spot in a car riddled with bullets. The driver of that car died of a gunshot wound to the head, and I was on the other end of the tragedy and will explain the why and how in relation to the current situation. The media turned the issue into a circus, I was considered to be a dangerous gang leader and modern real life version of the West Side Story. Ballistics experts had conspiracy theories about how such an expert shot could have been made, and a manhunt ensued with a door to door search across the entire region. And of course there was supernatural assistance which confirms to me the very existence of otherworldly entities which many would call God. So brace yourself for a hair rising tale and an all too true story of honor, death, and supernatural activity as we jump into the most tragic story known surrounding the hauntings of Screaming Bridge.
But first I have to talk about roundabouts. They are very European and a real pain in the ass. I hate them because they impose too many restrictions on driving. They are fine for the saggy assed Europeans and their unshaved arm pits, their bad breath, and their political socialism because those idiots don’t have anywhere they really need to be since most of them get a month of government paid vacation each year. They are never in a hurry to get anywhere. Here in America, where we are productive and driving along a stretch of road like Millikin enjoying the countryside at about 50 to 60 mph, we don’t want to slow down to 20 mph to deal with a dumb roundabout where some indecisive soccer mom chick imported from New England is blocking our right of way. So since the Trustees of Liberty Township want to adopt all these Agenda 21 oriented “development designs” and won’t listen to reason, then they can drive right through the ghostly apparitions of at least one of the ghosts that hang out in and around Screaming Bridge which is just a few yards south of that location. Out of all the urban legends centering around Screaming Bridge, I know at least one of the tragic stories is true–because I was there.
Read more about Screaming Bridge and the upcoming roundabout at these links:
It was early January at the current Lakota West Freshman building and three guys were picking on some girls who were sitting near me. I’ve told stories before of my experience at Lakota. I had a group of kids who sat with me at lunch who were considered social misfits and were extremely rebellious. I had a reputation for being extremely daring and one of the lunch time games had been to throw food at the Lakota administrators who stood guard around the parameter of the cafeteria during every lunch period. I would often wail large chunks of food at them right in front of everyone witnessing. Most of the time I was very obvious about throwing food at them daring the administrators to do something. Of course their inaction prompted me to do it more, and more audaciously. So I had a reputation to manage when these three boys who had a history for being tough guys started picking on a girl sitting next to me. The boys were very tall for their age and were known to fight often. One of them picked up the coat of one of the girls and tossed it on the floor so he could sit in that particular seat to impress another girl who was within that group of young ladies. The girl who had her coat thrown to the ground protested. One of the boys proceeded to call her very grotesque names. I looked to the Lakota administrator who I had been tossing mashed potatoes at and he showed no signs of doing anything about it, so I injected myself on behalf of the girl. I told the kid to pick up the coat. The boy gave me a smart assed answer as he picked it up and put it back which evolved into a small war between my group and his group for the next week where we had a food fight which escalated over the ensuing weeks. Of course when food fighting lost its effectiveness we turned to games of strength, where I ended up punching a cafeteria plate shattering it into hundreds of pieces. The plates were those old hard plastic types which were extremely hard. When I punched the plate, the center broke away showering my friends and the targets of my aggression with debris. But the rim of the plate stayed intact and badly cut up my fist requiring plastic surgery to fix.
There wasn’t anywhere to go from there but into an actual fight off-site away from Lakota. When the boys saw how far I’d take things they got a little scared. It was their suggestion to fight and none of them wanted to fight me one on one, so they proposed that I fight three of their guys all at the same time at Screaming Bridge on Maud Hughes Road. I accepted once my hand healed up in about 6 weeks and could again make a fist–because I had on a splint which prevented my hand from closing.
At the end of February 1985 Nightmare on Elm Street was playing at the Showcase Cinemas in Springdale and I made arrangements with the guys I was fighting to finally meet at the Screaming Bridge at 10:30 PM. Over the weeks leading up to the event, things cooled down between my group and their group. They were obviously nervous about what to expect out of me. They knew the stories, but were confident that three of them would be enough to emerge successfully from the fight. But they had in mind precautions which were leaked to me by one of the boy’s girlfriends who had a crush on me at the time. She told me that her boyfriend had plans to bring weapons to the fight and were going to set up booby traps on the hillside which was very steep leading from Maud Hughes Road down to the railroad tracks below. Supposedly ghosts screamed at night from there and satanic rituals routinely were conducted to car stereos blaring Ozzie Osborn music. She begged me not to go, but of course I had to. She warned me that they planned to push me down the hill into the booby traps which would be seriously harmful; some of them were jagged toothed bear traps that could take off a leg. Other traps would include spikes angled to penetrate right through a body falling down the hill killing them. The traps would be constructed based on a Vietnam War guerilla warfare manual.
I made plans of my own. My friends all wanted to go to the fight to watch me combat the three guys. It was the talk of the school for that whole Friday. The next day on a Saturday it was agreed that we’d all meet Showcase Cinema and watch Nightmare on Elm Street then head to the fight afterwards. It sounded like a fun night, go see a scary movie, go have a fight at a scary bridge full of haunted folklore, and have a good bit of fun doing it. My plan was to take care of business then enjoy the evening with some girls that we’d pick up at the movie. We’d go in two cars, I’d have my entourage in my car and some of my other friends would arrive by pickup truck meeting me at the fight. On my side there were about ten spectators, five in my car, and five who would come by truck.
Little did I know but the previous weekend I had been visiting another set of young ladies at a nearby neighborhood and a friend of mine in a bizarre act of spontaneity ran next door to a neighbor’s house and attacked a semi truck that was parked there. The big truck had a grill guard that my friend stabbed several times with a knife simulating what effect it would have on a human body. I managed to calm him down after a while. He was trying to impress the girls we were with, and to a large extent, it worked. But when we left the girls house, the owner of the truck had been watching through his window and took down my license plate number when he saw my friend who had done the vandalizing get into my car. Screaming Bridge was only a about a mile and a half from this location and I thought often though-out the evening about the fight that would take place there the following week.
A week later while at the movie, I found some girls to meet up with after the fight, it was a group of five girls, one for each of the occupants of my car. In the trunk of my car were weapons I had brought just in case things got out of hand at the fight later. I of course had my bullwhip, but there were various clubs, knives, a medieval ball and chain along with a number of other melee weapons also there. I was very specific to both groups, the group who would drive with me, and my friends arriving in the truck later, not to bring any guns. If things went bad, we didn’t want to the temptation to pull any triggers. The goal was just to hurt the kids, not to kill them. The goal was to teach them a lesson, and that was all.
After the movie I made arrangements to meet up with the girls after the fight. They didn’t want to go to Screaming Bridge after watching Nightmare on Elmstreet, so agreed to meet us at a local Perkins around midnight once I took care of business. My friends were pumped up to watch a good fight and I was getting revved up now that the fight was about 30 minutes away. We headed out to my car ready for war yelling at the top of our lungs the way boys do when they are getting themselves worked up for a difficult task. But to my surprise, my entire family was waiting in my car for the movie to end and for me to return. They knew I was going to the movies, and apparently the police were looking for me. So my parents and siblings came where they knew I’d be. They had opened the trunk to my car and saw my whip and all the other weapons in there and they wanted to know what was going on.
I tried to explain that the weapons were nothing, but there was a more pressing issue at hand. The truck driver who had his grill guard vandalized by my friend was demanding at that exact hour to see me and get a formal apology from my dad. The guy could have reported this incident to the police any time during the previous week, but he chose that exact hour—strangely. Of course none of the adults knew of the fight I had to be at when 10:30 PM hit. The timing couldn’t have been worse. It could have, and should have occurred earlier in the day, but for whatever reason, the police and the truck owner wanted to talk to me at exactly that specific time.
I was very upset for reasons my parents had no clue of. My mom took my friend’s home while my dad drove me and the friend who had done the vandalism to the house of the truck driver to try to convince him not to press charges. We were driving down Princeton Road and past the intersection of Maud Hughes at exactly 10:26, four minutes from the time that I was supposed to be at the fight. I could see the truck lights of my friends going up the road at exactly the time I told them to be there. It was odd again that out of all times of the day, it was right at that exact moment.
We arrived at the truck driver’s house for a meeting arranged by the police. My friend apologized to the guy, and we spoke for a bit. The guy was reasonable and understood what it was like to be a young person. We had a nice talk. Off in the distance we heard what sounded like fireworks going off. I was very upset about being late to the fight and was very worried that my reputation would be reflected poorly in missing the event. As we sat there I was scheming for a way to get away and sneak over to the fight because the disgrace in missing it would be too much come Monday morning. While my dad and the truck driver finished their discussion my friend and I were standing out in the driveway by the car and we heard sirens ringing all over the countryside. We anticipated that a major wreck had occurred somewhere to the North, and it sounded serious because there were a lot of police cars.
The rest of my evening was trying to explain to my parents what had been going on with the vandalism issue, and trying to explain the weapons in my trunk. The next morning I was glum, I had missed the fight which I’d never hear the end of, and I missed meeting the girls I met at the movie theater. It had been a bad night. I had to work during that following Sunday, so I left quietly and wondered why there were strange cars parked off the side of the road close to my driveway with government plates. There were several, and since I lived in the country, this was a very strange sight.
The boys I was supposed to fight had been found in a car at the corner of Maud Hughes and Millikin all shot up. The driver had been killed with an expert sniper shot that came across the field and struck him in the side of the head passing in front of the other two passengers who were both in the front seat. And my name was all over the police radio. I had to work the day shift at the Emperor’s Wok Chinese restaurant on Chester Road that morning for the church crowd and the owner called me into his office where he kept a police radio on. My name was all over the reports as the prime suspect in the murder of a Lakota student. The trouble for the police—they were with me at the time of the shooting—so it couldn’t have been me. God works in mysterious ways. Suddenly missing the fight and the meeting with the girls was not so important, and a new level of concern moved through me. My friends who were meeting me at the fight were now missing. A manhunt ensued.
Their side of the story is well documented by court records, and it was really a tragedy for everyone involved. My friends had arrived at the fight and found that I was not there. The boys I was set to fight were already at Screaming Bridge and told my friends that they had killed me, and pushed me down the hill. This panicked my friends and one of them had brought a rifle, even though I said not to. He shot at the boys as they got in their car to flee the scene. My friends chased them down pelting them with gunfire. My friends thought they were defending me. They didn’t know that the police had already picked me up for another incident. They thought I was at the bottom of the hill in a bloody heap at the hellish Screaming Bridge where the mood of the area was not conducive to logic. The boys I was supposed to fight should have never poured gasoline on that fire, but that was a hard lesson for everyone involved.
As my friends chased down the car of the fleeing antagonists the guy who brought the rifle kept firing riddling the car with gunfire. As the car turned north on Millikin Road a chance shot flew through the passenger side window and in front of the faces of two of the three boys. The bullet hit the driver in the exact spot that a professional sniper would have aimed for which led to the rumors of a professional hit which I had supposedly organized. The reality wasn’t quite so dramatic. My friends didn’t want to kill the kid; they just wanted to scare him in revenge for being scared themselves. The police confirmed in court that they found the traps that the girl had told me that they’d have there, and inside the trunk of the car they found lots of malicious weapons that they planned to use on me during the fight. So the prosecution didn’t have much to go on against my friends, there was intent to harm on both sides, and it was every bit as dangerous of a situation as everyone felt it was. If I had made it to the fight there is a good chance I would have been the one that caused the loss of life, and more people would have been likely harmed, so the situation came out as well as it could have.
Of course everyone felt bad for the kid who lost his life. We hated each other, but not that much. Later in a fight that one of the other kids I was supposed to fight that night found himself in at a Friday Night Lakota football game, he was ganged up on by several other kids and I came to his defense, the same way I had come to the defense of the girl the year earlier. Sure he blamed me for the death of his friend, but I still helped him when he was in trouble—because it was the right thing to do. He suffered enough and was never the same after the loss of his friend which of course nobody wanted to see happen. But a lot of people grew up a whole lot that night, and the community had to come to terms with the kind of violence that can sometimes take place between students who don’t see eye to eye on things. The Lakota administrators were completely powerless to do anything about the matter, just as they are powerless now. They can attempt to legislate away temptations of such violence, but what they end up with is watered down brainless drones in the process. The cost of people’s ambition and will to live are not worth sacrificing just so that tragedies like the one described are avoided. It is obvious to me the hand of God in whatever form one wishes to apply, was at play, because of the strange coincidences that really defy reasonable logic. I don’t believe in tampering with such hands. Fate has to play out the way we carry out our decisions with one another in order to have authentic results.
The recent Lakota student thrown in jail the way he was violated him in many ways. Likely he was in a similar situation as I often found myself in, and he was either the provoker, or the victim, but he was doing what he was doing to act in accordance with his nature. Lakota imposed on that process by stepping in to prevent it so to adhere to a value judgment of society which is afraid of such raw emotion, and is going to great lengths to micromanage thought so to prevent such episodes of violence. They will even go to the extreme of numbing people’s minds so that everyone stays compliant. They don’t care if they ruin people’s thoughts so long as they don’t kill each other on Saturday nights. The value to the institution is the life of everyone even if the result of that life is a numbed down version of their full potential. The big difference with me is that I never allowed myself to become compliant, or brain-dead. I have never sought destroying my mind with intoxicants, so my approach to these kinds of problems are often raw. The result was that I met these boys in the Lakota cafeteria with the full potential of my nature and I had a lot of people willing to follow me into the bowls of Hell—as I still do—because of it. This ability can be used for good or evil. I use it for good as I define good, and that definition does not come from institutional parameters, but from my own life understanding forged by such experiences.
A Lakota student died that night meeting me for a fight that brewed for most of the 1985 winter. I don’t mean anything against his name when I say that there wasn’t anything about that night that I’d take back. A lot of people suffered, it was tragic, but it was authentic and part of a bunch of intersecting lives fighting for their definition of good. For me, defending good was in honoring the right of the girl in the cafeteria not to have her coat thrown on the ground. Was that worth the death of a young boy, or the voluminous amounts of money spent in legal fees—in my world it was. Because right is right, and it is through conflict that we discover merit when the tapestries of society seem inclined to hide it from us. Because of that night and the obvious work from God’s hand in protecting me just enough to let me see the events play out, a tremendous wisdom was given to me which I use to this very day. I was intimately close to the situation without being pulled so far in that I would be lost to legal nightmares forever. I have taken the lessons of that night and done countless good with the lessons. I consider the situation very valuable. I could have done like everyone else and said nothing when the boys bullied the young girl. If I had nobody likely would have died, my hand wouldn’t have been reconstructed by plastic surgery, my friends wouldn’t have been tarnished for life, the lives of the people I was set to fight wouldn’t have been haunted for the rest of their lives and the terrible pain their families have felt all along in the loss could have been avoided. At that time I had just been elected Vice President of the Dan Beard Council because of my work in the Boy Scouts of America’s Explore Post activities for all of Cincinnati. Once my name was associated with the death of a Lakota student, they banned me from further activity which was a terrible cost to me, because I enjoyed that activity. But it was still worth telling the kid to pick up the girl’s jacket and respect her—because he did forever after—at least for the next couple of months. But others had been watching, and knew that disrespecting young ladies, at least while I was around, was not acceptable and I would not put up with it.
Lakota administrators weren’t there protecting the rights of the girl. They were too cowardly to keep me from throwing mashed potatoes at them staining their suits with my lunch on a daily basis. They weren’t then, and are even less now in any kind of position to take a moral stand on anything because the goal of all such activity at places like Lakota are to save lives—not to help create value for those lives. The government institution believes that lives are valuable until of course we are talking about abortion, or the molestation of children, or the sex trade, then they are powerless to offer an opinion because all they care about is that they can manipulate public support for their endeavors, and they can only do that so long as they pack up their mindless students onto a bus and ship them back to their parents at the end of the day brain drained and ill prepared for the future. But at least those kids are alive—by the technical definition. Their heart is pushing blood through their bodies. They do not value life as I do focusing on brain activity being more important than the blood that pours through it. I see every day the corpses of a thousand souls standing in line at the grocery, or showing their friends the latest rare stone quarried out of the blood mines of Africa. Sure their bodies live, but their minds are dead and places like Lakota kill them. Sure they will damn my name for playing a part in the death of a Lakota student, and that event will always trail behind me like many other stories have over time, but I can promise that I have seen lives benefit greatly from their own authenticity, something that I have always pushed to experience. Sometimes you find yourself on the wrong side of the law, or on what’s right such as in the case of the guy who had the semi truck damaged by my friend showing off for some girls. But when I spoke to the guy, he wanted what was right, and when he met me face to face and saw my sincerity, he found we had more in common than not.
The fight at Screaming Bridge in Liberty Township, Ohio at the end of February in 1985 was about two groups of people fighting for their interpretation of what’s right and wrong. The school did not offer the answers to the manhood questions we were asking. So we had to find those answers ourselves. I chose the path of being a daring rebel against authority. The boys I was fighting chose to be a bully, and my friends wanted to experience fearlessness through my actions, so they tagged along closely, and sometimes did things I would never think to do, like vandalize a truck not so much to impress a bunch of girls, but me—to show me how bold they were. The gunshots where probably done for the same reason once primordial motives are ascertained beyond conventional explanation.
The reason we picked Screaming Bridge as the place to fight was because it was thought to be haunted and where else would such a confrontation take place. Young boys want to know that they can go into the mouth of our darkest fears and face the demons there. So while we were fighting each other, we were testing ourselves at the same time, which was the real cause of the fight. I had fought more than one person at the same time on several occasions, but I wanted to do it against guys that were bigger than I was, probably meaner, and I wanted to do it at a place known for demonic practice where even the demons of Hell would be fighting against me. With all those emotions present and the added fear of the place in general, it proved to be too much for the people who came to watch me fight that night without me there to calm their minds with action. But all said, if the hand of God had not interfered so obviously, the death toll would have been far greater, and the impact to the community, much more devastating. God doesn’t come down out of the clouds to sit on our shoulder providing a defined entity that we can often see and touch. But I will never forget the timing of driving by Maud Hughes Road and seeing the tail lights of my friends going to the fight toward a destiny that would turn out to be tragic, while in the company of the police who wanted my head nailed to a platter for an entirely different reason, and would otherwise want to throw me in jail in seconds once the shooting took place. It is in such murky stories like this entry into Screaming Bridge and the folklore of Liberty Township that it is obvious to me that God defends the good even when the ways are not easily defined by the misery present by destruction and mayhem.
When the stupid roundabout is built on Millikin Road cars traveling through the South East portion of that circle will pass through the spot where the bullet riddled car came to a stop. It is the resting place of the guy I was supposed to fight that night which ended straying off the road by a freakish bullet strike. For years I have driven past that intersection and wondered if his ghost was there mixing with the other area hauntings. One would hope that such spirits could move on and not be stuck in a tyrannical limbo, but you never know, especially under the circumstances. I always knew that the car had stopped off the side of the road and not in the path of Millikin Road traffic. Now, with the new roundabout, the road will carry vehicles right through the resting place of that terrible incident. Since history is often forgotten by the next generation and politicians who have no problems building homes on top of tombstones and old Indian graves—and in Liberty Township, this has happened a lot—the mysteries of ghostly apparitions and minor hauntings are something to be concerned about. Now, because of the new roundabout, we won’t be able to speed through that intersection any longer, but will have to slow down and pass right through the spot where the occurrence transpired. So it will surely add one more layer to the deep mysteries and sometimes haunted past of Liberty Township, Ohio, and the occasional terrible things that happen even when the intentions are good and we all find ourselves actors on a stage play of God’s drama.
This may be the most important document that you’ll ever read and contains some of the most potent videos you’ll ever see. Give yourself time with this topic and brace yourself. If you do the research properly and let the evidence take you to the ultimate conclusion eventually the road runs out. Eventually, you will discover what was always hidden right in front of all our faces—a realization that is so troubling, and sinister, that nobody will want to believe it. But it’s true, and dear reader, what I’m about to tell you will bring great harm to your mind and make your sleep difficult. If you care even a little bit about the matters of the world around you, what you will read in the oncoming paragraphs will invite demons into your dreams to haunt you for eternity. The demons however where always there—but you will now be aware of them.
I was there in the final days of the Reagan Presidency and saw the Berlin Wall coming down. I watched the Sean Connery interview where he declared that Gorbachev “is the man of the 20th Century,” while the country was coming apart at the seams promoting his film The Russia House. In that same interview he spoke about his first visit to the country during a movie 21 years earlier called The Red Tent that he stared in where he said, the Soviet Union seemed impregnable. “It was just so potent, with this enormous army, and you felt if they were going to do something they’d do it. And nobody’d do it better.” Then suddenly without warning Gorbachaev seemed to be leaning toward peace and “democracy.” The Soviet Union surprisingly “tapped out” on the mat and begin to embrace western ways letting film crews like Connery’s come to the country to film in Moscow—behind the Iron Curtain. Something about all that never seemed right to me…………………it was mysteriously odd to be so concerned about the Soviet Union for all of my childhood and suddenly they were our friends welcoming the West into their culture and breaking their nation into small republics all seeking United Nations membership.
The more research I have done into education funding, origins of labor unions, and global socialism all these paths have led to a glaring fact that has now touched the lives of virtually every human being on planet earth. The intentions of the communists in the Soviet Union—which can be seen in all their glory in the magnificent novel, We The Living by Ayn Rand have come to fruition with a strategy invoked in a method only collectivists could utilize—people not concerned with the pronoun “I” but with collective salvation that would take over a century to fulfill, global world-wide communism. That was always the stated goal of the Soviet Union and they had President Franklin Roosevelt’s ear reaching an agreement with him on November 15, 1933.
Almost immediately upon taking office, President Roosevelt moved to establish formal diplomatic relations between the United States and the Soviet Union. His reasons for doing so were complex, but the decision was based on several primary factors. Roosevelt hoped that recognition of the Soviet Union would serve U.S. strategic interests by limiting Japanese expansionism into Asia, and he believed that full diplomatic recognition would serve American commercial interests in the Soviet Union, a matter of some concern to an Administration grappling with the effects of the Great Depression. Finally, the United States was the only major power that continued to withhold official diplomatic recognition from the Soviet Union. It also helped that Roosevelt was from the same family as former President Teddy Roosevelt who helped create the Progressive Party in the United States and were trying to do with less violence what the Bolshevik’s had done in Russia overthrowing the Tsarist regime. Being a Democrat, the Soviet Union was not all that different from progressive stated social progress goals, prompting Roosevelt to introduce Social Security and other government safety net programs into American politics so to take the edge off communist pressure during the Red Decade—the 1930s. Communists and Democrats were not that dissimilar. The big difference was that the Soviet Union was participating in major social purges where the United States at that time wouldn’t consider such things.
President Roosevelt decided to approach the Soviets in October 1933 through two personal intermediaries: Henry Morgenthau (then head of the Farm Credit Administration and Acting Secretary of the Treasury) and William C. Bullitt (a former diplomat who, as a Special Assistant to the Secretary of State, was informally serving as one of Roosevelt’s chief foreign policy advisers). The two approached Boris Shvirsky, the Soviet Union’s unofficial representative in Washington, with an unsigned letter from Roosevelt to the Soviet Union’s official head of state, Chairman of the Central Executive Committee, Mikhail Kalinin. The letter intimated that the U.S. Government would be willing to negotiate the terms for recognizing the Soviet Union, and requested that Kalinin dispatch an emissary to Washington. In response, Commissar for Foreign Affairs Litvinov journeyed to Washington in November 1933 in order to begin talks.
Initially, the talks made little headway due to several outstanding issues: the unpaid debt owed by the Soviet Union to the United States, the restriction of religious freedoms and legal rights of U.S. citizens living in the Soviet Union, and Soviet involvement in Communist subversion and propaganda within the United States. Following a series of one-on-one negotiations known as the “Roosevelt-Litvinov Conversations,” however, Litvinov and the President worked out a “gentleman’s agreement” on November 15, 1933, that overcame the major obstacles blocking recognition.
According to the terms of the Roosevelt-Litvinov agreements, the Soviets pledged to participate in future talks to settle their outstanding financial debt to the United States. Four days earlier, after another private meeting with Litvinov, Roosevelt also managed to secure guarantees that the Soviet Government would refrain from interfering in American domestic affairs (i.e. aiding the American Communist Party), and would grant certain religious and legal rights for U.S. citizens living in the Soviet Union. Following the conclusion of these agreements, President Roosevelt appointed William C. Bullitt as the first U.S. Ambassador to the Soviet Union.
Unfortunately, the cooperative spirit embodied in the Roosevelt-Litvinov agreements proved to be short-lived. Shortly after his arrival in Moscow in December 1933, Bullitt became disillusioned with the Soviets as an agreement on the issue of debt repayment failed to materialize. Moreover, evidence emerged that the Soviet Government had violated its pledge not to interfere in American domestic affairs. Finally, the killing of the Leningrad Communist Party boss, Sergey Kirov, launched the first of the “Great Purges” that led to the death or imprisonment of millions of Soviet citizens as the Stalinist regime liquidated any potential critics of the government. The wide scope and public nature of the purges horrified both American diplomatic personnel stationed in the Soviet Union, and the world at large. The Soviet Union proceeded to pursue an all out infiltration of American politics at virtually every level using KGB agents to set the stage for the counter-culture movements in Europe and The United States by infiltrating the colleges in both areas and slowly breeding communist sympathizers. Again the details are spelled out explicitly in We The Living. In 1979 when America created the Department of Education, the internal goal was to usher in communism to every child in America one mind at a time. Between 1908 and 1975 130 bills were introduced to congress to create The Department of Education. They all failed–every one of them. So why suddenly did the 1979 bill succeed, it is because, it was created by communist infiltrators into the American government by sympathizers to the communist cause on the heels of the Cuban Missile Crises, and Kennedy assassination. These infiltrators worked through the labor unions, specifically the National Education Association. The validity of this claim can be confirmed by Charlotte Iserbyt, who was the Senior Policy Advisor in the Office of Educational Research and Improvement, and The U.S. Department of Education. She reported directly to Ronald Reagan who used his acting skills to help make America feel good about itself while the Cold War tore at the internal workings of government in full knowledge by him. He fired Iserbyt when she started leaking what she discovered about the communist plot within The Department of Education. Meanwhile Reagan who had sympathized with communists in the past, had been a leading member of United World Federalists, and a charter member of Americans for Democratic Action and tried to win the Cold War with the Soviet Union with lessons he learned from GE when he was a spokesman for them in the 60s. Reagan turned to advertising propaganda, and charm. Reagan outspent Soviet Russia into oblivion forcing the Soviet Union to collapse economically. But ideologically they had already penetrated all their targets fulfilling many of their 45 planks of communism outlined in the book The Naked Communist outlined extensively here at Overmanwarrior’s Wisdom. Communism had infiltrated the colleges, the public schools, the media, the movie industry, the Democratic Party, large parts of the Republican Party and now that the Soviets were pretending to break up and collapse, new members of the United Nations were being admitted so to gain voting power and fulfill another communist plank, infiltration of the United Nations, which was created ironically by Franklin Roosevelt. This new, less obvious strategy was called The Perestroika Deception.
Anatoliy Mikhaylovich Golitsyn CBE (Russian: Анатолий Михайлович Голицын; born August 25, 1926) was a Soviet KGB defector and author of two books about the long-term deception strategy of the KGB leadership which was intended to be implemented during this period of the early 1990s. He was born in Piryatin, Ukrainian SSR and provided “a wide range of intelligence to the CIA on the operations of most of the ‘Lines’ (departments) at the Helsinki and other residencies, as well as KGB methods of recruiting and running agents.” He is an Honorary Commander of the Order of the British Empire(CBE) and, as late as 1984, was an American citizen.
He has been the repeated target of KGB assassination attempts. Current President of Russia, Vladimir Putin was a 16 year officer in the KGB holding a rank of Lieutenant Colonel before retiring in 1991, about the same time as The Perestroika Deception was set to take place and go underground. The movie mentioned regarding Sean Connery, The Russia House was the first film to be allowed into Russia and filmed in Moscow and St. Petersburg. For those not proficient at geography, St. Petersburg is Petrograd in the Ayn Rand novel referred. St. Petersburg was renamed to the current which had been changed in 1914 to Petrograd in 1991. Remember that date. The novel The Russia House was written by John le Carre, otherwise known as David John Moore Cornwell who was a former intelligence officer for MI5 and MI6 in Great Britain. The KGB was well aware of what The Russia House could mean to their plot to begin The Perestroika Deception and implementing an overall strategy by a popular actor from Europe in Sean Connery, a beautiful American actress in Michelle Pfeiffer—playing a Russian woman, and a platform to announce to the world how Russia is a good country who suddenly wanted peace. The project of course was funneled through the SAG union in California from the Communist Party USA advocating the novel on the fast track for film studio production. No studio in America would pass up the opportunity to be the first American film shot behind the Iron Curtain. But what many of them didn’t know was that they were all pawns in The Perestroika Deception.
Anatoliy Mikhaylovich Golitsyn wrote a book called The Perestroika Deception which was published in 1995 and claimed:
- “The [Soviet] strategists are concealing the secret coordination that exists and will continue between Moscow and the ‘nationalist’ leaders of [the] ‘independent’ republics.”
- “The power of the KGB remains as great as ever… Talk of cosmetic changes in the KGB and its supervision is deliberately publicized to support the myth of ‘democratization’ of the Soviet political system.”
- “Scratch these new, instant Soviet ‘democrats,’ ‘anti-Communists,’ and ‘nationalists’ who have sprouted out of nowhere, and underneath will be found secret Party members or KGB agents.”
In his previous book, Perestroika: New Thinking for Our Country and the World, Golitsyn said President Gorbachev stated outright, “Perestroika is closely connected with socialism as a system.” Answering those asking, “Are we giving up socialism?” Gorbachev replied, “Every part of our program of perestroika…is fully based on the principles of more socialism….” Gorbachev has even been as blunt as calling perestroika a “continuation of the October Revolution.”
The “perestroika deception” worked like a charm. American leaders were all too eager to pronounce the end of the Cold War. Then President George H. W. Bush declared, “We live in a time when we are witnessing the end of an idea — the final chapter of the Communist experiment.” President Bush went on to spearhead a guns-to-butter policy resulting from this “peace dividend,” culminating in a massive diversion of military spending to social programs. From 1989-2004, military spending as a percent of GDP dropped from 6.2 percent to a scant 2.9 percent. Over the same period, entitlement spending went from 28 percent of federal outlays to nearly 40 percent.
US military cuts have been so drastic that former Secretary of Defense James Schlesinger has said, “The simple reality today is that we cannot fight two MRC’s [Major Regional Contingencies] more or less simultaneously.”
For more on this, please do read this very good article in American Thinker from way back in 2009.
Now fast forward to this current time of 2014 where within one week America and Great Britain announced major cuts to the military and their world-wide occupation of far away countries, the libertarian push to put up walls to the world and live and let die other nations, and the Russians attacking Ukraine for its involvement in attempting to join the European Union by rebelling against the Russian puppet president of Ukraine. The people desperately want freedom from Russia as one of those false Republics which were supposedly set up to preserve “democracy.” But they’ve had too much taste of freedom, and now want the real thing—and Russia doesn’t like it.
I received a note the other day from George Soros advising me that now was the time to invest in the Ukraine—as he has all along been involved in planting the seeds of discontent in that country, as he has been doing all over the world on behalf of his progressive sponsored groups, directly connected to Socialist International so that the economy of Ukraine will collapse. Up until a few days ago when Ukraine reached out for international financial help, their currency slid 18% just in February of 2014. As all investors know, such devaluations are ripe pickings for quick returns on investments because they are driven by market turbulence. So people like Soros are often found playing two sides against each other to provoke such devaluations. The same thing that has happened to Ukraine is currently underway in The United States. If you will read the letter from Soros below dear reader you will see that George began his involvement in Ukraine in 1990, the same year that The Russia House was released, and one year before Vladimir Putin supposedly retired from the KGB and decided to run for political office eventually making a fool of Barack Obama and the rest of America at every turn as the world does not yet want to admit that they have all been deceived by the “perestroika deception.
Dear Friends and Colleagues:
Sustaining Ukraine’s Breakthrough
By George Soros
Following a crescendo of terrifying violence, the Ukrainian uprising has had a surprisingly positive outcome. Contrary to all rational expectations, a group of citizens armed with not much more than sticks and shields made of cardboard boxes and metal garbage-can lids overwhelmed a police force firing live ammunition. There were many casualties, but the citizens prevailed. This was one of those historic moments that leave a lasting imprint on a society’s collective memory.
How could such a thing happen? Werner Heisenberg’s uncertainty principle in quantum mechanics offers a fitting metaphor. According to Heisenberg, subatomic phenomena can manifest themselves as particles or waves; similarly, human beings may alternate between behaving as individual particles or as components of a larger wave. In other words, the unpredictability of historical events like those in Ukraine has to do with an element of uncertainty in human identity.
People’s identity is made up of individual elements and elements of larger units to which they belong, and peoples’ impact on reality depends on which elements dominate their behavior. When civilians launched a suicidal attack on an armed force in Kyiv on February 20, their sense of representing “the nation” far outweighed their concern with their individual mortality. The result was to swing a deeply divided society from the verge of civil war to an unprecedented sense of unity.
Whether that unity endures will depend on how Europe responds. Ukrainians have demonstrated their allegiance to a European Union that is itself hopelessly divided, with the euro crisis pitting creditor and debtor countries against one another. That is why the EU was hopelessly outmaneuvered by Russia in the negotiations with Ukraine over an Association Agreement.
True to form, the EU under German leadership offered far too little and demanded far too much from Ukraine. Now, after the Ukrainian people’s commitment to closer ties with Europe fueled a successful popular insurrection, the EU, along with the International Monetary Fund, is putting together a multibillion-dollar rescue package to save the country from financial collapse. But that will not be sufficient to sustain the national unity that Ukraine will need in the coming years.
I established the Renaissance Foundation in Ukraine in 1990 – before the country achieved independence. The foundation did not participate in the recent uprising, but it did serve as a defender of those targeted by official repression. The foundation is now ready to support Ukrainians’ strongly felt desire to establish resilient democratic institutions (above all, an independent and professional judiciary). But Ukraine will need outside assistance that only the EU can provide: management expertise and access to markets.
In the remarkable transformation of Central Europe’s economies in the 1990’s, management expertise and market access resulted from massive investments by German and other EU-based companies, which integrated local producers into their global value chains. Ukraine, with its high-quality human capital and diversified economy, is a potentially attractive investment destination. But realizing this potential requires improving the business climate across the economy as a whole and within individual sectors – particularly by addressing the endemic corruption and weak rule of law that are deterring foreign and domestic investors alike.
In addition to encouraging foreign direct investment, the EU could provide support to train local companies’ managers and help them develop their business strategies, with service providers remunerated by equity stakes or profit-sharing. An effective way to roll out such support to a large number of companies would be to combine it with credit lines provided by commercial banks. To encourage participation, the European Bank for Reconstruction and Development (EBRD) could invest in companies alongside foreign and local investors, as it did in Central Europe.
Ukraine would thus open its domestic market to goods manufactured or assembled by European companies’ wholly- or partly-owned subsidiaries, while the EU would increase market access for Ukrainian companies and help them integrate into global markets.
I hope and trust that Europe under German leadership will rise to the occasion. I have been arguing for several years that Germany should accept the responsibilities and liabilities of its dominant position in Europe. Today, Ukraine needs a modern-day equivalent of the Marshall Plan, by which the United States helped to reconstruct Europe after World War II. Germany ought to play the same role today as the US did then.
I must, however, end with a word of caution. The Marshall Plan did not include the Soviet bloc, thereby reinforcing the Cold War division of Europe. A replay of the Cold War would cause immense damage to both Russia and Europe, and most of all to Ukraine, which is situated between them. Ukraine depends on Russian gas, and it needs access to European markets for its products; it must have good relations with both sides.
Here, too, Germany should take the lead. Chancellor Angela Merkel must reach out to President Vladimir Putin to ensure that Russia is a partner, not an opponent, in the Ukrainian renaissance.
Source: Project Syndicate
Do you see the source of the trouble here dear reader? Do you see what’s happened? Ukraine is representative of all of us the world over. They are caught between Russia and its dedicated allegiance to worldwide communism declared to President Roosevelt in 1933 when he sought peace with them before war broke out. The European Union is built on socialism. The Soviet Union, the European Union, the Screen Actors Guild Union, the National Education Association Union, the National Auto Workers Union, EVERY UNION is involved in this god damn communist plot, and if you support a labor union you have been helping the “perestroika deception” a KGB strategy to spread communism to every corner of the world and rule as a one world government. Out of all the countries in the world that George Soros could have involved himself with, why did he establish the Renaissance Foundation in Ukraine in 1990? Because Soros knew about the perestroika deception. That’s why he funds the Open Society Foundations. Ukraine does not have a choice between American capitalism, or Ayn Rand’s Objectivism. They are not being offered anything close to an American Constitution—they are offered an alliance between one communist union and one socialist union and freedom isn’t even in the cards. That same fate is intended for us, made more complicated because of the free nature of America, and the amount of money and invention which has been generated on a relatively small land mass, compared to the communist work of a massive Russian nation and the still very communist China. China has kept Hong Kong a capitalist sector so not to disturb the markets that have been generated there, which communist China now enjoys instead of Great Britain, but that is simply a hook in the water to snag up Western investment while these communist forces disguised as progressives seek to destroy the American currency—forcing America into a North American Union which will ultimately be controlled by communists already in place, especially in Mexico, Central America, and South America—specifically Venezuela and Brazil.
The situation is actually far worse than even the most controversial radio talk show host has sputtered about. The “perestroika deception” is more sinister than Glenn Beck or even Alex Jones has suggested. The attack has been more flagrant than anything Ted Nugent has uttered, or Rush Limbaugh has espoused. All those characters have talked around the problem to the results without really getting to the bottom line of what the root cause is for all these things. I have made a good living identifying problems well before anybody knew there was a problem and fixing things that other people have struggled with. When I asked years ago what is wrong with American schools, and I sought an answer, this is where it has taken me. The answer is that communism is alive and well, and still a major threat to the world. America did not win the Cold War. The surrender by Russia was a ruse designed to get America to lay down its defenses, and it worked. Actually, it’s far worse than anybody thought, because America allowed itself to be sung to sleep by the KGB quite on purpose. Once we let down our defenses, they entered our children’s minds through various labor unions and went to work turning them against the hard-working generations of the past—so that in the future, those children would be easy to conquer as adults. Once the generations who built America died off, the new generation of complacent union trained idiots would be easy to dispose of, which was always the plan—from the very beginning of the “perestroika deception.”
People in the west, which is both their strength and weakness, have a firm reliance on the pronoun “I.” The word “I” indicates responsibility and self-worth, and is the primary reason that Americans invent so many things and are so industrious leaving the rest of the world to only copy off us. Collectivist societies in every single fashion lack the ability to generate anything new. It is the pronoun “I” that allows for innovation, technological revolution, and advances in free will, increased human capacity and improved lifestyles. But it is also a weakness, because those functioning under the pronoun “I” cannot understand a group of people who would happily sacrifice their life for the greater good of some stupid ideal—like the spread of communism over the entire planet. They cannot understand living one’s entire life for the good of the collective whole—where once they perish, the work they pursued can be picked up and continued for another generation. The communist because they do not function from the pronoun “I” can happily not see their objectives met within their lifetime. They can wait for 100 years, or 200 years—whatever it takes to get where they want to go—because they lack the value of the word, “I.” Americans because the pronoun “I” is so pronounced have been exposed by the KGB and manipulated by a scam that takes place outside of the lifetimes of the participants. Americans have not been able to see the perestroika deception because the plan takes place over several generations and the career changes of many America media personalities, union officials, politicians, and celebrities. The average influential years of most Americans is about 15 years. Most people functioning from the pronoun “I” spend a number of years climbing the ladders of success, and once they arrive, they have a seat at the table for about 15 years before they retire and move on to a peaceful life enjoying the fruits of their labor. The KGB knew this and exploited it in grand fashion hatching a destruction upon America that would unite the world under communism for all known eternity—at least for the human race—and they did it with the “perestroika deception.”
Watch all the videos included in this article to learn more. If you want to read the book The Perestroika Deception, it is out of print and very hard to get. But you can download it online by CLICKING HERE.
If I speak to 100 people on any given day, 85 of them carry a loaded gun—most of them concealed. Those 85 people range in personalities from six figure executives to back yard mechanics who are more than willing to lift up their own pickup truck by hand while changing a tire to avoid the complication of going into the garage to get a jack. Guns are a fact of life in American culture and are the primary reason no country in their right mind would dare invade our homes because it would prove a tactical nightmare. Most of those 85 never draw those guns on another human being and will spend their entire lives never shooting anybody. They have the guns just in case—and for especially young boys; guns are a right of manhood. When a person carries a gun they are proudly stating that they are not betting their life on government controlled security like the TSA, the police, the manipulative CIA, the comb-over heavy FBI, the politically driven military or any other louse who yearns to dominate other human beings with government backed authority. That is why it was so disgusting that Lakota schools made such a huge deal over Deangelo Jones who had a loaded 9 mm in his backpack inside a friend’s car and was arrested and thrown in jail because of it.
By the way, all the videos shown here took place in the Lakota district over the last year, this even under very stringent security of police and Lakota officials during a levy attempt, when it matters most to them. Government workers are not a substitute for personal security.
What a wonderful school…………full of great values and educational aptitude. Take note of this for future reference.
I have some experience with school shootings which I’ll share in a few days specifically because of this case—and Lakota’s extreme overreaction to it. I was in one when I was a kid—at Lakota—so I have some authority on the subject from which to speak. Sometimes young men have issues with other young men that need to be settled, and the school imposes itself on that process when they infringe on the private rights of people, especially going through their back packs based on the word of some tattle tale who told school officials that there was a gun on the Lakota property. Lakota West Principal Elgil Card talked boldly after the arrest of Jones saying, “Appropriate disciplinary action will be taken based on the Lakota Student Code of Conduct. It is not permissible to bring any weapon onto school property even if secured in a private vehicle.” Smart…………..now you know dear reader why so many schools are attacked by lunatic gunman—because everyone knows that they unarmed places and the people there are vulnerable and too heavily dependent on complacent government workers to protect them. If you are a bad guy, or a deranged student looking for some sort of revenge, a school becomes a prime target because of the stupid comments of naive people like Principal Card.
You know what else is in the Lakota Student Code of Conduct, drug possession, and if the same vigor had been applied as the one who went through Deangelo Jones’ backpack, it is highly likely that marijuana busts on a grand scale would far eclipse this gun story—but in public schools these days, drugs are cool, sexual molestation of the students by the teachers is shrugged off, but if someone brings a gun to school—it is plastered all over the news and the freedom of a young 18 year old kid are violated ruthlessly. This Lakota story was even covered in Toledo, Ohio as school administrators beat on their chest as if to justify their awesome security methods—and ability to protect students from a potential crazed gunman on the heels of their latest tax increase. Lakota exploited the kid—Jones, for the benefit of the institution and trampled all over his rights as an American citizen—and are damn proud of it.
Meanwhile the panicky levy supporters in and around Lakota are holding their little ones a bit closer thanking Lakota officials for protecting their children from the dangerous Deangelo Jones. They are proud that they raised taxes on property owners all in the name of safety so that a do-gooder could get Jones in trouble for carrying a gun on school property. These same people have given a free pass to teachers who were caught sexually seducing students, or other teachers who are very permissive to drug use.
I would argue that drugs are far more dangerous than guns, because drugs destroy the ability to think, where guns are simply designed to tear open the flesh of another person. Without a mind, there isn’t much of a life for anybody—a mind is far more important than the flesh—because without a mind, a person really doesn’t have anything but blood which pumps through a living carcass. The amount of drugs in the Lakota West parking lot on a daily basis is likely to cause a whole lot more damage to other people and the future economy of our nation than a tiff that Deangelo Jones felt he might have had with another student—or his desire to show his friends that he was a man—and could now carry a gun at 18-years-old. Where are the tattle tales over the drugs in backpacks of the Lakota West parking lot even to this very day, and where is the will to do anything about it? There isn’t one.
Lakota made a big deal about the gun brought onto school property by a student because their social position fits the nationally driven progressive agenda against personal firearms—which was delivered to America from a United Nations intent to see the entire planet stripped of personal protection. The public education stance against personal firearms fits that progressive message—so they feel entitled to infringe upon the Second Amendment rights of Jones and anybody else operating outside of progressive politics. Jones is an 18-year-old man, not some kid any longer—in spite of what some corpulent politicians decided was best in Columbus, Ohio. The Lakota position against firearms is not about safety and logic—it is more about reassuring the line of dialogue that guns are “bad” and should be feared. Lakota, and the media, used Deangelo Jones to instill fear into the public by making them even more terrified of firearms in the same way that student athletes are used to solicit more tax revenue from property owners under Friday night lights on cold October evenings. The goal is community manipulation toward a direction that the progressive institutions desire—and Lakota is a very progressive institution.
The students at Lakota who witnessed this whole Deangelo Jones situation will grow up and accept that the school has authority over individuals who carry guns. They will accept the molestation of the TSA without concern, or when the police break down their door someday during a suspicious tip from a neighbor—all in the name of protecting the “state,” they will obediently submit to authority. If the students at Lakota learned anything from the Deangelo Jones case it was that guns are to be feared, that the state has authority over the individual, and that even close friends will rat out suspicious behavior to do-gooder authority figures. Those lessons will carry over into adulthood when those same students will someday vote, and they will think of Deangelo Jones and vote against concealed carry laws, and personal protection not controlled by local law enforcement. When that time comes, the 85 people I know who are law bidding citizens and are the makers and shakers of the local economy will become outlaws who will have their property confiscated by the state and held against their will in jail with a $10,000 bail. And that is the real intent behind the press releases, and the ecstatic dream of every progressive institution in America, especially those in public education. Those same schools will applaud a woman’s right to kill a baby, or a college student to intoxicate themselves on weekend nights destroying the genetic code of their own physiology with THC marijuana smoke and non-thinking commitment to “getting high.” But if a person declares they have a right to the Second Amendment……..watch out………the howls of fear will emit from the mouths of the school levy supporters and weak-minded government advocates—because the real goal is not the one they advocate, but the ones left unspoken and from a foreign land—who secretly yearns to possess all that we have—and can never until Americans yield their love of guns to the benefactors of authority—which they control through political strings and financial contributions. That strategy is being implemented by do-gooders laced with too much cellulite around the midsection, and people who are too lazy to change their own motor oil, let alone a tire. And when they see gun, they wet their pants, because they have been taught to fear such things by progressive institutions like the one at Lakota—a parasite on virtually everything that has value.
As to all the news stories shown above, how can Lakota keep all those stories contained so that the public thinks they are getting a lot of value for their tax dollars……………well, they spend a lot more tax money on public relations to keep their image good so that all the sad little things like murder plots, vandalism, sexting, and mass shooting threats stay off of people’s minds. But for students who know the reality, carrying a gun isn’t a bad idea. Smart people do carry, because they don’t trust other people to their own security. Obviously, Lakota isn’t up to the challenge of providing security, as the evidence presents.
It is time to have a serious discussion about education outside the realm of simple difficulties in funding it. It is time to challenge any assertion that government schools have of taking American schools into a realm suitable for a “global marketplace.” Any educator who says such things should be instantly terminated for non conformance by American standards. As proven, the rest of the world has been corrupted by the Cold War of the 20th Century where communism spread through virtually every institution of academics in the world, from Jakarta to Cambridge, to Yale. To understand more clearly, read the book We The Living. It will tell all everything they need to know about the current problems in public education. There is NO doubt that the conditions described in that book are what’s causing our present problems in education. Yet only in America has any real economic progress of any worth taken place. If American economic markets failed, the car industry in Japan, China, Korea, Germany and elsewhere would be destroyed, the iPhone factories in China would whither away. Many other products that are produced by American companies in oversee markets essentially to run away from American labor unions and the tyranny of the Department of Labor, and the EPA would cease, because the initiative to create those markets started in America and no place else. It is time to have a heart to heart discussion of just how bad the situation truly is and to stop apologizing to the world for being so damn good, and America has been. The rest of the world should try to be like America, not America trying to be like everyone else corrupted by communist attempts to alter their economies.
After my article the other day about the OEA union in Ohio, I received a lot of interesting feedback from my friends in Galt’s Gulch, it’s an online community who have created in cyberspace the kind of Atlantis found in Ayn Rand’s novel Atlas Shrugged. The filmmakers created the place to promote their Atlas films, but the site has taken on a life of its own where really intelligent people from all levels of society are spending time with like-minded enthusiasts who are generally philosophic Objectivists. I would say that the intellectual capacities of the typical people who spend time in the Gulch are well above average, so feedback from them is very valuable to me. After my article, I received two comments from Gulch members who have been involved in education for a great many years and left their impressions. Those impressions were worth noting and have been listed below along with the links to the place in the Gulch where the original comments can be found. They are worth reading as specific entries into the education argument and I offer them here for that purpose. These are not people who are like me in that they just despise public education as a primary infringement on personal liberty. These people tried to work within the system and have turned away to report their experience—something which I think is just the tip of the iceberg. I have spoken to quite a few teachers in person, on the phone, and am friends with quite a few, and they all reflect these next two entries. Once a few teachers see others breaking ranks and voicing their opinions, I am confident that many more will follow—and they need to.
Posted by Susannah 2 hours, 33 minutes ago
I retired from teaching 7 years ago, after 20 years in education, for several reasons, one of which was that the Progressives had completely taken over public education. I taught American History to 11th graders. The textbook I was to teach from was ridiculously slanted left: half a chapter on the American Civil War, 1 chapter on WWI, 2 pages on the Spanish-American War, on 3 chapters on Progressivism, 3 chapters on the New Deal, 1 chapter on WWII, lots of information on LBJ, Nixon was the anti-Christ, the usual leftist views on Vietnam, etc.
I usually assigned the textbooks to the students because I was required to do so, then taught from my own notes and my own materials. Until the last few years, I had an assistant principal that did not concern himself with what I was doing and so I taught American History, not Revised American History. The last few years I taught, though, I had a new assistant principal who was a dyed-in-the-wool Progressive. The woman hounded me like a coon dog on the scent. I was reprimanded several times for not using the textbook, subjected to unannounced observations, and once suspended without pay for 2 days.
Common Core is the Progressive’s wet dream. It does not teach any higher thinking skills, no extended thought processes, no critical thinking. It turns out nice, stupid automatons who will not question TPTB. It destroys any interest in life-long learning, because learning under Common Core is so tediously not fun.
I don’t know how much this adds to the discussion, but I want to add my conviction that public education is broken … has been broken for some time. There is no quick fix; I don’t believe it can actually be fixed at all. At this time, charter schools or private schools are a parent’s best bet.
Posted by Stormi 3 hours, 38 minutes ago
This is definitely representative of what is happening in Ohio schools (as well as across the country), and has been for 15 years or more. 15 years ago we had Maslow group therapy and group hypnosis on all classes in grade schools here, instead of academics. We had history teachers teaching kids they had “rights” with no mention of responsibilities. We have ongoing values clarification in required health classes. It leaves one asking, “Where’s the academics!”
These teachers are brainwashed, either by the colleges where they get their free Masters degrees or by their unions. Our local union leaders once admitted to me they were turning children against their parents, because THEY thought it was best for them. Kids are taught, “There is no I in team.” – at which point I gave our daughter “Anthem” to read. khalling just talked to the father of a 7 year old the other day, who said he could not understand why his daughter suddenly acted to disrespectful to her family – I filled him in..Teachers and even administrators are all in for this collectivist agenda. I thank Tom DeWeese (Ohio guy) of American Policy Center for letting me know 15 years ago.we were facing a nationwide agenda. Actually it is UN driven at this point. Kids will be taught to embrace UN Agenda 21, and already learn property rights must go.
Yeah, I too started out the 60s as an anti-Vietnam liberal, while my grounded brother told me another Civil War was in our future. He read history more than I did, but being curious, I started reading history. Mao did it for me, I began to see the agenda around me, I began to learn that McCarthy was right, there were commies in the government and other professions, trying to turn the US. I should have known, living in North Dakota in the early 60s, my Dad moved us to Texas, after he felt overwhelmed by the scope of an active CPUSA up there at the time. I hated Johnson, still do, and that also helped wake me up.
Believe me, what you see on the excellent post by overmanwarrior is not just Ohio, it is coming for your kids as well, and Common Core is their hammer.
Read more at http://www.galtsgulchonline.com/posts/4f180f8/becky-higgins-oea-introduction-a-tribute-to-communism-if-i-had-a-hammer#aWHMYbBHAMspMJWC.99
John Stossel is a regular at the yearly Atlas Society events, which is a large group advocating the Objectivist views of Ayn Rand’s work in philosophy. You can see Stossel’s speech from the 2013 conference below. One thing that jumps out at such events is the large number of people who are involved from all levels of society. If this event were directly compared to a recent Ohio Education Association meetings of a same general type, anybody would conclude that the Atlas Society members were much better prepared for life, had vastly more intellectual capacity, and were generally better people in virtually every category. However, the OEA is much more widely known and accepted in political circles where the Atlas Society is still considered a “fringe” group, but this is changing rapidly.
I am not a group oriented person. I avoid them like a plague—even those where I generally agree with the participants, I quickly become disenfranchised when too many people are in association. The reason is not that I dislike the people; it is that I value my individualism to a greater extent. Group associations are corrosive to personal authenticity so I avoid them. Objectivists are closer to my personal epistemologies in virtually every category except for their position on drugs, personal relationships, and religion. Objectivists are more likely to be sexual swingers which is not something I find attractive. So there are issues where my values do not completely align with Objectivists, but in many more ways than not, they are best positioned to represent my general philosophy.
Ayn Rand essentially was advocating for the freedom of the human mind to be creative without the restriction of group oriented psychological anchors. In business, to her, the activity of an entrepreneur was a creative enterprise that had great value and most groups–socialists, governments, hoards of second-handers imposed themselves into that important attribute destroying production. Being productive is what Objectivists are all about, productive in the way they cook their food, make their money, even how they maintain relationships—everything is centered on productivity. Productivity in this case is the creation of something new whether it is art, a material item, or even an ideal.
Contrary to this is most every faction of human existence where the goal is to avoid productivity. Group oriented activity is all about sharing burdens so that one does not have to go it alone—and in that process individual productivity is lost. This is why such group associations are essentially evil—because they hamper individual creative input. In my life I create something in virtually every hour of every day. I typically get up at 5:30 every morning and I go to bed often very late. In those waking hours I am creating, whether it is for business, art, philosophy, or personal growth—I am always looking for ways to create. One of the most despicable moments for me is when someone comes to my door wanting to sell something—not because I don’t want to buy Girl Scout cookies from the little girl down the road or hear a sales pitch from a representative of a local church—it is because of the lost time robbed from me to be personally productive. While I’m standing on my porch listening to someone else’s needs, I am not being productive, personally—and it bothers me. Without shared values to unite people in such a conversation, I will always come away emptier than I began while the other party will leave filled and I will have also lost my productive time.
I have spent hours upon hours alone and closed to my thoughts being productive and been quite happy because the enterprise was not so much to get a pay check, or have someone else recognize my value—but in conducting my life as an individual contributor to my own authenticity which is fulfilling in itself. Only people at the Atlas Society understand these traits. The local teachers union has no comprehension of these things. They are simply parasites off the tax payers. The local firemen have no idea about such things because their entire existence is built of personal sacrifice. The local church has no idea because they are built off sacrificing this life for the next. The local business has no idea because to them everything must be sacrificed for the greater good of the company. The unifying theme of all these groups is the term, “sacrifice.” It’s the old notation left over from our Neanderthal past that something must be given up so that something can be created and this just isn’t the case.
Creation occurs from a free mind. It is not something that can be concocted by force as government believes. There are no kings, queens, college professors or figures of authority who can use force to “create” anything—whether it be a work of art, a magnificent novel, a painting, or a business. The more rules that government creates only serves to destroy creativity in the human spirit. It does not “create” fairness, it only limits creativity.
This is why the only organization that is really doing the right things for the right reasons that I can see is the Atlas Society and those similar attempts to take the work of Ayn Rand and take the next step. The people in that room with John Stossel, and the people who are involved with the new Atlas Shrugged films, and the site Galt’s Gulch are truly pioneers in a time where all the elements of oppression are aligned against them. They are literally on a new frontier of human thought which can be a scary place, but it is good to see that they are up to the challenge and facing the tribulations against creativity with a boldness that will become the headlines of future folklore.
Congratulations to the 1851 Center for making the Ohio Education Association “ENEMY LIST” as provided on the agenda page of their OEA 2014 Collective Bargaining Conference which can be seen in full at the bottom of this article. I have been on their enemy list for a number of years and am very proud of it, specifically covered on Session H-1 during this conference and H-4 EXPOSING OUR ENEMIES: ANTI-UNION AND ANTI-PUBLIC EDUCATION FORCES, parts I and II. It is good to have such social parasites name you as an enemy. It’s like a cockroach damning your name just before your foot crushes it—it makes you feel good. As far as education, these OEA members are the cockroaches of our children’s lives. They are openly destroying their minds with a war against traditional value replacing those values with a progressive education that will doom them for life—and that is something which should anger every single person with a child in a public school.
Oh, you don’t believe me? Then dear reader, watch this video.
I have said much on this issue and have been in front of it for a number of years. So I’d like to welcome the 1851 Center to the position behind the battle lines with me with great fanfare. Please enjoy the press release from Maurice Thompson from that center covering their response to this new honor. It is wonderful to learn that these government unions see a group dedicated to preserving Ohio Constitutional Law as their enemy—because it reveals what the OEA has always been about. The pressure we have applied to them has revealed their true intentions all along—which is confirmation of all the years I’ve made the statements against them.
|FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE February 19, 2014 MEDIA CONTACT Maurice A . Thompson(614) 340-9817MThompson@OhioConstitution.org|
Teachers Union Places 1851 on “Enemies” List
1851 Center responds to unearthed Ohio Education Association “Agenda.”
Columbus, OH – The 1851 Center for Constitutional Law today issued the following response to news that Ohio’s largest teachers union, the Ohio Education Association, has named it to its “enemies” list:
Today, the 1851 Center learned that OEA invests its time in identifying its enemies, and that deliberating on how to “deal” with them.
The Agenda for the OEA 2014 Collective Bargaining Conference outlines its “Critical Issues Sessions.”
What the OEA “considers critical” is identifying and destroying its “enemies.” Session H of the OEA’s annual meeting was entitled “Exposing Our Enemies: Anti-Union and Anti-Public Education Forces.” There, the OEA explains, “Participants will learn the scope and main goals of key local and national anti-union and anti-public education groups pushing the corporate school reform agenda. Participants will explore key major opposition and corporate reform players, including the Koch brothers, Students First, ALEC, Tea Party Patriots, the 1851 Center for Constitutional Law, and the Ohio School Board Leadership Council. Participants will learn how to identify . . . enemies and key players in their own communities. . . “
Equally disturbing, the other “critical” sessions were largely devoted to how these government employees could obtain less accountability and more public funds for themselves at taxpayer expense: Collective Bargaining, Negotiations, Compensation, Teacher Rights and Working Conditions, Bargaining Teacher Evaluations, and ensuring the rights of lesbian, gay, transgender, and bisexual employees.
Not one of these sessions concern how to become a better teacher. That apparently is not considered “critical.”
These are the people who have captured the power to educate Ohioans’ children and intercept Ohioans’ funds. And this is, literally, their agenda.
They did not share this agenda willingly. But we will share ours.
We support defending constitutional rights and limiting government. As to education, this simply means the following:
Are these principles “anti-union” or “anti-education”? You decide.
But if supporting freedom of choice, educational opportunity, limited taxation, and fiscal responsibility makes us an enemy of the Ohio Education Association, then we proudly stand as an enemy of the Ohio Education Association; and we are honored to appear on this list. Perhaps dissimilar from the OEA, our allegiance is to the betterment of Ohioans and their children; not to the union self-interest that consistently operates to their detriment.
The 1851 Center maintains that Ohioans would be better served with public servants who spend more time concerning themselves with educating Ohioans’ children, and less time attempting to plot political victories and milk already-struggling Ohio taxpayers.
But this won’t happen under our current set of rules; and so it’s time for those rules to change.
We remain committed to protecting you and your family from these people.
Stupid people who don’t comprehend what they read very well believe inaccurately that I am anti-education when in reality I am anti-liberal instruction. If there were other viewpoints reflected in colleges and public education—ones that reflect my sense of conservatism, I would be more tolerant. But I was fighting this fight long before most people even knew there was a battle. My school days were very contentious and my college experiences even worse. Basically I never did yield to the left leaning sentiment of most of the teachers I grew up with, and they were never as obvious about their political leanings as the teachers of today are—and my attitude toward them hasn’t yielded. In kindergarten for me at Lakota it started from day one—I went toe to toe with Miss Mays and was always in trouble. She ended up in a mental hospital. Every teacher I had through the rest of my elementary years called my mother crying about how they thought they were failing me—because I treated them with so much disrespect. My desk was always mess, I had no reverence for their instruction, and I wanted to spend all my time drawing pictures and writing stories. They hoped that my mother would put pressure on me to cease the behavior—but it was my mother who gave me the independence to begin with—wisely before I ever entered public school. By that time there was no going back, even if she did at times want to. And those were the good—peaceful years. I spent more time in the principal’s office and in detention than in class—which was fine with me because it was more time to read and write what I wanted—not what some leftist teacher wanted me to learn.
To show off for his girlfriend teacher at the time my 8th grade gym teacher took my bullwhip from me which I had brought for show and tell, and kept it in the gymnasium to play with in front of his entourage of junior high football players. He did it to show he had power and authority over me. So after feeling bad for half the day I got up in the middle of my English class as my teacher protested and marched down to the gym right in the middle of that guy making a fool of himself with my whip in front of the school’s athletic elite. I took the whip from him, gave a quick demonstration which made everyone’s mouth drop and went back to my class to a parade of harassment from school administrators demanding that I head straight to the principal’s office. That day confirmed it for me, my teachers believed that they were my parents, and functioned from a position that they believed I had an obligation to listen to them—which I did not. I went back to my class and sat down leaving them mystified that I did not have any fear of them. With my whip in my hand I knew there wasn’t anything they could do to me because nobody—not even the athletic gym teacher knew how to use it the way I did and that gave me power over them.
I helped drive my freshman English teacher into a mental breakdown the next year. They were an extreme bleeding heart liberal. I had no interest in learning what they knew—because their mind was a mess. They had no right to stand in front of a class and teach anybody anything. And from there things went severally downhill culminating during my Senior year with a drag race down I-75 with beer and the future Superintendent of Lakota Schools after a year of cat and mouse furiously engaged. That guy tried to pin everything that went wrong at the school on my back out of revenge for my behavioral rebellion.
One of my good friends during my sophomore year was a very tough guy who got into a lot of fights. He was humongous. He wasn’t afraid of anything, because he was literally bigger than everyone else, stronger, and if both those things failed, he was more fearless. He sat across from me in one of my study halls after a weekend where he had gotten into a fight and cut open his knuckles revealing the bone from his victim’s teeth. He left the wound open to close on its own and never went to a doctor. The wound got terribly infected but he didn’t care. He left it to grow closed without stitches for the remainder of the school year. He didn’t fear infection, he didn’t fear losing the hand, he didn’t fear death, he didn’t fear other people’s opinions, and he completely lacked concern. The next year when I had the same type of wound from the same kind of activity where my bone popped out, my ligaments were strung from my hand with pouring blood and it took a plastic surgeon to reconstruct my fingers he saw me in the hall and grabbed my wrapped appendage and laughed calling me a “pussy.” Then he winked at me. His hand was still infected a year later from the same wound which he had broken open half a dozen times. It was his way of telling me I was right, and that he should have went to the doctor—that time. The cops were scared to death of him, and no administrators knew what to do with him. We had in common that we both wished to live free of any chains. He learned from me how to outsmart his enemies and I learned from him how to fight—how to be so certain with yourself that you never had to worry about a confrontation no matter how many people were involved. He eventually got into a fight about 20 years ago where he got stabbed in the heart and died. As time and distance moved between us he resorted back to just raw knuckle fighting which left him vulnerable—and eventually dead. But he lived quite a life. He lived outside of the law, outside of the school rules because no administrator knew what to do with him. He could walk down the hall and call the principal by his first name, grope any girl even in front of their boyfriends and never be challenged, and pretty much do what he wanted any time he wanted. We got along fabulously and had a symbiotic relationship. When he did end up in jail, he got into a lot more trouble of course which eventually pulled him down a vortex where I could no longer reach him. For him, his best times where in school where he could let me piece him together again—because he lacked structure otherwise. The teachers couldn’t do anything for him, but I could. Liberal education made him worse—he needed my conservativism, and structure.
I knew from day one even at a very young age that the school system was wrong, the lines, the recesses, the teachers, the desk assignments, the whole intrusion on personal liberty was designed to break people—and I determined that I would never be broken—and I never was. That has given me the clairvoyance as an adult to speak accurately about the public school system and what it does to people.
A vast majority of the educators in any school system lean-to the political left and they believe inaccurately that their job is to mold us all into some collective fabric of interwoven social blanket for which we are but one silly little thread. They reflect accurately the opinion revealed in the first video on this article. In my experience at Lakota—which was supposedly the best in the area, I can only think of maybe five teachers who were not extreme liberals. By the time I got to my junior year and had been in some high-profile violent acts that were plastered all over the newspapers and television the school finally gave up—except for a few who decided that I would be locked away for my insolence—I did discover a couple of teachers who were relatively decent people founded in conservative philosophy. The rest were bra burning scum bags—old drug hounds and loose moral scum bags from top to bottom. One of my current friends who was a school board member at Lakota during this period will recognize word for word what I’m saying—and can confirm it all and more.
To prove my point there was an article just the other day about an upcoming election featuring Kelly Kohl’s and Shannon Jones, both known as hard-core Tea Party candidates. That article wasn’t all that surprising to me, as I have been covering those kinds of things here at Overmanwarrior’s Wisdom for a long time. Shannon caved under the pressure of the SB5 defeat along with John Kasich and the Tea Party wants to eradicate them from the earth. Nothing new there—as the emotions are justified. Just because you lose one battle you don’t tuck and run yielding to the liberal menace. You fight them—and you fight them high and low with methods that they can’t fathom until they yield, beg for mercy, and are willing to make a deal for their very life. Then when you have them in that state—you end them. There is no debate. Shannon didn’t do that—so Kelly is challenging her political seat. Well of course this article stirred up comments at the end of it and guess who was the most vocal? Supporters of the education industry were the ones who left the most left leaning comments against the Tea Party. Check below for a sampling of their diatribes and click the link at the end to verify for yourself. That first guy—Scott Malone is a psychologist for two different Lakota schools. His political leanings are obvious and he is the one who advises young people in matters of psychological difficulty.
Either way Americans lose
Terry Battle · Top Commenter
If you wanted to give Ohio an enema you would stick the hose in the Tea-bagger party
If the Tea Party was made up of bears, they would all be polar. Maybe some would be Bi-polar, but they would just roll around in the snow a few extra minutes and hope no one notices.
Now this is truly funny. When Shannon Jones is not conservative enough for the Tea Party you know things are really getting screwed up.
Can you imagine what the party purity test looks like ?
What those names have in common is they are either educators or political activists and in public schools, colleges, and labor unions who attach memberships to those activities. Their core beliefs are confirmed by what Paul Reville revealed in his talk at the Center For American Progress recently—a liberal think tank designed to “progress” society into collectivism. “The children belong to all of us,” that is what Reville said, and he’s not the only one. That statement has been said during virtually every school levy campaign in America for years, by more than one pandering politician and bucket loads of misfit parents who suck at instructing their children anything—and want “society” to do the hard work for them. That is the root cause for the collective belief of group ownership of children.
Is it any surprise that Peter Dinklege did pro communist commentary for NBC during the 2014 Olympics in Sochi? NBC apparently did not understand the Twitter backlash when they announced, “the towering presence, the empire that ascended to affirm a colossal footprint. The revolution that birthed one of modern history’s pivotal experiments……………..” Most teachers think the same way as the NBC producers who thought that the Cold War against Russia was long over. Yet what they all have in common is that they were taught in public schools by disciples of the original KGB to push the entire world into a communist state—and they aimed to do it through American schools. I have covered the proof extensively in previous articles for those who are new to this problem. Minds are formed in schools and once the mind is reprogrammed into a liberal thought process, for most people it’s over for the rest of their lives. If they grow up to become Republicans, they end up wishy-washy, watered down people like John Boehner. I know hundreds of them—they think they are conservative, but their educations where teachers believed they were co-parents ruined their minds with a liberal mentality exclusively—as conservatives have been deliberately shoved out of the public education experience. They do not last in the education profession at any level except in the extreme situation where the education institution is decidedly conservative such as Hillsdale, or Liberty.
It does not work to say that just because someone is against the liberal education of America they are against education. If there were openly conservative teachers at my district public school of Lakota, I would feel differently about a great many things, but there aren’t. The further I became involved in Lakota due to my political activity, I found it shocking how much sexual molestation was going on, how many teachers were openly gay, how many support communism, socialism, and Barack Obama and once I learned that it tied right into my own school day experiences where my refusal to be considered “one of their children” got me into a lot of trouble which I am very proud of today. My wife was a straight A student. Once she met me—she dropped down to Ds and Cs because I told her the whole experience was stupid. My very best friend was an Honor’s Society member who sold his robe to a kid for a $100 bucks on graduation day. I am proud to have had an influence on them because to this very day, they are far freer than if they had been pulled into that vortex of social engineering at such a young age. But all the kids I knew back then who did follow all the rules, they ended up watered down versions of their true potential—which was the intent of public education from the very beginning—once the Department of Education was created in 1979. Public education isn’t trying to teach anybody anything—but how to be compliant—and answerable to the collective sum of society. And that makes public education a vile enterprise with sinister intentions confirmed all too well by the comments of Scott Malone—a psychologist at Lakota who should not be in a position to instruct conservative children from conservative families anything. The basic belief that the teaching profession has that “children belong to all of us,” is one that says the shared experiences of Scott Malone’s liberalism is just as valuable as a conservative child’s parents. Anyone in math knows that you can’t multiply “0” with anything and get something back in value. Malone’s liberalism is a “0” while a strong conservative family with a mommy and a daddy who go to church on Sunday may be a “10.” What do you get when you multiply 10 X 0? You get a kid that has zeros in their life where there should be value, and the mind of the child becomes a watered down version of the parent’s instruction—because society with its collective liberalism has entered a zero into the equation, and given a child little value to carry into their adult lives. That is why I’m against public education in the form it is now. Now—put some Ronald Reagan type conservatives in front of a class with a suit, tie, and some firm American beliefs—and we can talk. But until then, it’s a waste of time. I have literally felt this way my entire life—and it’s not going to change now. But what will change when an immovable force interacts with a bunch of squishy minded liberals—is the immovable force will have its way. Mark it on the calendar. I intend to do for many others what I did for my friends during my own school days—and that is help free them from the bondage of a nanny state and the collective ownership of the value in their minds sucked from them by the many liberals who teach public education.
The primary reason that we have a Bill of Rights, specifically the First and Second Amendment, is that WHEN corruption takes over a government, that the people can wrestle that power away and remove those corrupted restoring order. The Second Amendment is not to secure the ability to hunt, or provide personal protection in case some punk decides they want to steal all our cookies. The Second Amendment is present so that American citizens can defend themselves against the federal government if that body of government gets out of control. And the First Amendment is present so that the Second Amendment might be avoided. Power corrupts—it happens even in silly fast food restaurants when a manager has power over other employees, it happens between companies who are both fighting for power and influence, it happens among family members arguing who will sit at the head of a table, and it will always happen in government. There is no possible way that a centralized government can be expected to perform at an intellectually superior place of neutrality. Power is leverage over others, and so long as human beings desire such things—corruption will thrive in any government activity. This corruption has never been so evident than in the IRS scandal where Tea Party activists were directly attacked by government. Lucky for the government there is a First Amendment, because as long as its respected, the Second won’t be needed—and testimony like the one that Cleta Mitchell performed below can take place.
Explosive testimony lit up a House hearing on the IRS targeting scandal recently, as GOP super lawyer Cleta Mitchell told representatives that the systematic effort to delay the processing of grass-roots groups’ applications for nonprofit status continues to occur.
Mitchell represents several grass-roots conservative organizations whose applications under sections 501c3 and 501c4 of the internal revenue code were delayed for years in the run-up to the 2012 election. She said that targeting had not stopped. As seen in the video above, she listed a number of instances which are gigantic red flags concerning the IRS scandal that link directly to the President of the United States. In the case of the IRS, and history will certainly make note of it—the media has been complicit in a deception right along with the federal government. They have openly suppressed the scandal for the ideological benefit of their own power grab as those enjoying the current power of being in government wish very much to see that power grow.
Years ago I worked at a Wendy’s restaurant as a part-time job doing grill cook obligations during their busiest times of the day. I needed the extra money to pay off a tax obligation from a business start-up that didn’t work out, and I didn’t want the money to come out of our normal family budget, so I took on an extra job just to pay my tax obligation. I already had a normal full-time job along with dozens of hobbies to fill my time, so my time at this Wendy’s restaurant was something I could take or leave. One of the managers was a girl about my age who I got along fabulously with. She understood what I wanted out of the job, and she clearly understood the trade-off that her restaurant received by my services. On a normal day I saved her anywhere from 2 to 5 staffing positions because I was so fast. But there was another manager there whom was a disgusting, self-indulged, narcissist. She was a typically school levy supporter—she had a gigantic ass, an obtuse cranium from the very little brain capacity going on behind her skull and she was deeply in love with power. She loved having power over all the teenage employees and she relished instructing them what to do. Of course she and I clashed often as I was not responsive to her at all. She certainly wasn’t going to tell me what to do, and that was the end of it—but she tried often—and we fought just as much. She turned a simple task of making food for people into an excruciating ordeal just because she loved power.
I was also a waiter at Frisch’s for a number of years, again, as a second job making extra money. Frisch’s didn’t pay much, but I did make a lot of money in tips. I worked at the Fields Ertel location for a few years, and I did it because of the money I could make. Readers of my novel The Symposium of Justice can enjoy a bit of trivia to know that the climax chapter, “Salad Bar Goddess” is based on my experiences as a waiter at this job. The location described is the Frisch’s location at Fields Ertel—where the suicide of the hit man occurred, it was there on I-71—where he threw himself in front of an oncoming simi so to rid the earth of his corrosive—irredeemable presence. That’s why the book is called, “The Symposium of Justice.” Anyway, there was a manager there, a guy who was obviously miserable with his personal life, had no real personality, and was an otherwise social outcast who was the manager. He would invent tasks to perform at the close of business long after the tips stopped flowing just to exert power over people. Just when you thought all the closing duties were performed as a waiter, or waitress, he’d come up with a whole list of things to do at 1 AM in the morning just to show that he had power over you. Of course I also clashed with this guy. I made his life such a miserable mess in retaliation for the things he attempted to do to me, that he eventually was transferred away. On one particular instance I was on my break in the back reading one of my books when he came to tell me to handle another section because they were getting busy. Well, they weren’t that busy, and he didn’t need me to end my break. It was well-known that he hated that I read so much because he spewed about it all the time. So I refused. When he grabbed my book and tried to wrestle it from my hands, I grabbed his throat and threw him against the wall pinning him in place with some much directed dialogue that shut him up for several months. I got rid of him by going to corporate headquarters and letting them know what kind of guy he was. A few months later, he was transferred to another store. I still see him around town as he is still a manager at Frisch’s. He is currently a manager at one of the Liberty Township restaurants—and when he sees me he never makes eye contact. With him it was always about the power and when he sees me, it is a terrible reminder that I did not respect his authority, so he chooses not to deal with the reality which he has built up in his mind. I could tell hundreds of similar stories very closely related, but when it comes to fast food—where the pay is low, the work is hard, and the hours are disastrously difficult—there are always these types of power-hungry scum bags. There isn’t anything in it for them to be that way. The companies don’t promote them more than other people, and the pay is always bad. They are often forced to work lots of strange hours and in the case of the Frisch’s manager, he hated it that I read so much because he was afraid that I’d become something that he couldn’t ever become—and it drove him crazy. Yet he didn’t want to put the work into becoming better himself. His desire, and the levy supporter mentioned prior took jobs in management just so they could mess with people and have power.
Government is filled with these types of people—people who really only want to have control over other people—for the simple reason of having some sense of control. It’s an infantile desire that exists in every strata of society. But in the jobs mentioned, I was free to choose whether or not to work in those places, or whether or not I would ram the manager’s head through the back of a Frisch’s wall for interrupting my reading time during a break. When it comes to government when those types of people work in the IRS, the TSA, the local police and fire departments, zoning, code compliance you name it—those government jobs are filled with insecure despots suffering from deep insecurities that they wished to overcome being in charge of other people. Like I’ve said, I have lived a very colorful life—and I’m proud of it. I used to come to work at Frisch’s wearing a Mexican poncho and a cowboy hat with my whips strapped underneath to my shoulder. I wasn’t going to war, but between jobs I would practice in an abandon lot off Fields Ertel road. My day job was a kind of political one, where I would spend a lot of time down at Cincinnati City Hall. During an occasion where I had to deal with Mayor Qualls back in the 90s her office was wreaking with these power-hungry types. She loved the power of the Mayor’s office in Cincinnati even though she was a long way from qualified to perform management of any kind. After dealing with people like that I had a need to re-center myself, so I dressed the way I wanted, said what I wanted, and lived how I wanted. I had the eccentricity of a rock star without the tour bus especially during my tenure at Frisch’s which infuriated the manager mentioned. He became so frustrated with me that he actually pretended to have a nervous breakdown hoping that my compassion for him would pull me in line. It didn’t. As he fell to the ground with an apparent seizure flopping around like a fish I said to one of the waitresses as I stood over him that if he died, we’d be able to leave on time for a change. Miraculously, as the paramedics came to revive him, he got up and locked himself into his office. Four hours later, he was back to himself as he ran out of gas to perform the charade—at the end of the night he stopped me as I was leaving. He asked me if I cared about anyone. I said yes, my wife and kids. He then asked me why I worked at Frisch’s if I spend my days hanging out with mayors and Cincinnati “big wigs” then spend my evenings in his restaurant reading books that aren’t even taught in colleges dressed like I’ve walked out of a Clint Eastwood movie. I said—to make money.
The IRS, The White House, the military, the police, every government agency is filled with these types of people, and they are not capable to rule over anybody. If left alone, they will become corrupt with power for the simple reason that they have a psychological need to rule over others to justify their insecurities. For that reason alone, the progressive position of large centralized government will never work. They can’t even do basic tasks correctly—yet ideologically, all those who support such things have been willing to lie openly to protect that desire. This is what is behind the open lies going on over the IRS scandal. The power to rule over others is what committed the crime, but the denial that government is filled with these types of personalities propels it—because once that is admitted to, the foundations of progressivism—and liberalism in general—falls apart.
Government is not capable of self-correction. When confronted, they will attempt every ploy known to shake the truth from their actions so to avoid the grim reality of their personal tyranny. So we have the First Amendment to call out the bad behavior when we see it, just as Cleta Mitchell did in the testimony seen above. It’s not just one or two people involved in this scandal, its entire branches of government and most of those workers have similar problems as the people mentioned in my story. They fear to stand on their own—fear that they lack intellectual resources to do things on their own—so they are attracted to government. Once they have the power of an office, or the federal government at their back, they are free to be little tyrants to those they see as their intellectual superiors. With the IRS, they see the Tea Party movement as a threat to them—so they targeted them with all their power in the same way that the Frisch’s manager targeted me just for reading a book. My action made him feel bad about himself and he didn’t want the self-reflection. So he attacked me. The same thing has been happening between The White House, the FBI, the CIA, the DHS the IRS, and the Tea Party groups.
But there are rights and government is not allowed to harass people, so by using the First Amendment as a way to keep those corrupt souls in check, a balance of power can be maintained. If that doesn’t work, then we have the Second Amendment. But losing one or both of those options is not in the cards as much as progressives would like to see. They of course want unchecked power—but so long as humans desire such things, there will always be needed balances of power to counter those aggressions. Presently power has been abused by the IRS and the federal government in general—and action against those villains is justified—and expected in defense of the First Amendment. If it does not happen, well, then that’s why we have the Second. But turning away and letting the situation die down is not the path to justice—as we can’t expect the bad guys to do the right thing and throw themselves in front of a truck to rid us all of their intellectual burden. Cleta Mitchell has every right in the world to be upset. Crimes were committed and since the government is in charge of the investigation, nothing is happening—which is corruption. This is why government can never be so large, or can even be trusted to do basic tasks—and why progressivism is a failure that should be eradicated from the tongues of mankind forever.