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High school girls, gay guys, and European men with way too much cologne appear to be the target of Fiat’s newest Jeep, Renegade. Fiat’s acquisition strategy of the Jeep brand from Chrysler was on full display at the 2014 Geneva auto show. They revealed what they intend to do with the automotive line nurtured in America and recognized throughout the world as a symbol of rugged individuality and toughness—they turned it into a mini. Fiat is quite boastful of their skyrocketing sales after their Jeep acquisition. The new Renegade will be built in some of the former factories crushed by socialism in Italy, and targeted for sale in Europe. From their stand point, this is a brilliant move, Europe’s roads are too small, the people too tightly packed, and their governments are corrupted by the ghosts of communism. Because of their mystical beliefs in global warming, Europe’s fuel costs are too high, and their expectations for personal freedom are very low. For them, Jeep, as it has been marketed out of America under the Chrysler Corporation was representative of American independence, so Fiat has taken that image and smashed it down into something that the rest of the world can enjoy in order to boost sales. For tightly packed Europe, the dirt roads of India, the washed out trails of China, the forever college students of Germany sung to social sleep by radical professors, the drifting yuppies of Brazil, and the up and coming drug dealers in Mexico, the Fiat version of the Jeep is perfect for them. But for the American, the new Jeep will be one of those throwaway cars that dads buy for their daughters, or men lacking masculinity will purchase because it’s so “cute.” The new Jeep Renegade by American standards looks like it might be capsized during a head-on collision with a bicycle.
One of the best vehicles my family ever had was a Jeep Grand Cherokee that we drove all over The United States. Its powerful inline 6 cylinder engine could pull boats with no problem; it could handle the Appalachian Mountains with ease, and perform well on the highway for long trips. One specific year my wife purchased a bike rack for the back of our Jeep and we took a family vacation down to Hilton Head Island. Once we arrived we biked all over the island. It was my wife, and two daughters with me on that trip and the Jeep had no trouble carrying a bike rack that could haul so many bicycles and still have the girth to plow through the wind, rain, and inclement weather from Ohio to South Carolina. Inside that Jeep there was plenty of room for all of us to comfortably travel and still pack more than enough supplies for a week of vacationing. Shortly after that trip, my wife was in a car accident that the insurance company totaled meaning we would lose the Jeep. She had been hit by another vehicle taking my kids to school as another car slid on the wet pavement during the heavy traffic mornings. Because the Jeep sat so high off the ground, and was so large, the vehicle took all the impact leaving my family safe inside. The airbags all deployed and they walked away without any harm. Initially, looking at the Jeep, I thought the damage was pretty minor. The bumpers had held up, the fenders where hardly wrinkled, and the lights remained completely intact. But, since the airbags deployed, the cost of repair was up over $10,000. It was a 1996 Jeep Grand Cherokee and the accident was in the mid 2000s, so the vehicle was getting up in years exceeding the technical value of the vehicle. However, if not for that wreck, we would still be driving that Jeep to this very day. If my wife had been driving a Jeep Renegade instead of a Grand Cherokee, my family would have been seriously hurt.
The Jeep brand was fostered by American car companies and spoke to the world of a lifestyle forged from capitalism that they simply couldn’t enjoy. When Fiat bought the brand from the financially strapped Chrysler Corporation it was clear that the Italian company had plans to use that image to saturate a starving world with a mirage of American freedom represented by the Jeep brand. Chrysler and General Motors specifically have major labor problems in America largely due to socialism driven by their unions, and could not live up to their own image, leaving them vulnerable in the global marketplace to Fiat. Fiat has so far sought to shrink down the Jeep vehicles catering to the European market but dressing them up to look like the old Jeeps. The Fiat Jeep is a kind of Angry Birds version of a Chrysler Jeep; it’s purely gimmicky but has compromised itself to fulfill a larger global strategy of wealth redistribution copying off Americans without the commitment to freedom that comes from such places. Common in the discussion of economics these days is the “global marketplace” and behind that discussion there is always socialism driving the dialogue. Deep in the hearts of the rest of the world is the belief that America’s wealth should be redistributed to them, and in the case of brands like Fiat’s Jeep, the image is used and repackaged as a version more compatible with countries wrecked with socialism. The subtle goal is proclaiming that another American brand is now in control of that global marketplace—known as “the public.” No doubt that President Obama celebrated when Fiat bought up the majority of shares of Jeep stock showing a “partnership” with Italy and America that would resonate with the long-term plan academia has always fostered—a large federation of countries working together instead of being at war with one another. It is similar to the reasons why men often want to sleep with the attractive wives of men they consider their intellectual and physical superiors—so that they can take something from their rivals that they don’t have in the first place. Fiat, from Italy is taking from Jeep the American ruggedness and putting their stamp of softness to it so to reap the short-term profits while destroying the brand right in front of America’s bankrupt face—while The United States continues to pour billions of dollars in aid to such European nations through financing The United Nations, military support and intellectual property. How many global film blockbusters have been produced in France, Italy, or Germany? What was the latest billion dollar film made in Spain? ………………………Anyone……………………………………………………………………………….anyone at all……………………………………………………………………………………….I’m still waiting………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………there isn’t one and never will be. Because books, movies, music that achieve such status are created by free people—Americans—and that isn’t an accident.
The Fiat Jeep is wealth redistribution, not just in jobs that might otherwise have been created in America, but of the essence of American creation, the Jeep as it was conceived by Chrysler. The Jeep I spoke so highly of, the Jeep Grand Cherokee from 1996 was conceived by Detroit automakers during the Reagan era before Detroit collapsed under the weight of their labor unions. The Fiat Jeep Renegade is a vehicle conceived by a Detroit that just filed bankruptcy and had to sell off assets to an Italian company who traditionally makes small cars, for small people and their philosophic grip on history. Surely the new Jeep Renegade will sell well in all the armpits of the world, the minds of Europe still recovering from the Dark Ages, the tribal hunters fresh off the Serengeti who have just spent the day hunting Gazelles because the grocery store had its food shipment confiscated by socialist radicals in charge of the country, or some hut dweller in Cambodia who is working 5 full-time jobs trying to pay for the broken leg his wife incurred during a traffic accident between two bicycles. The Jeep Renegade will be a treasured vehicle in places like that. But here in America, they will be driven by 16-year-old girls who think they are cute little “mini” cars, and will fill the parking lots of San Francisco gay nightclubs with air fresheners hanging from the mirrors to cover the odor of their clubbing activities. But on the road across America these little Fiat Jeep’s will be road bumps equivalent to pot holes for the larger vehicles which are part of a culture which embraces freedom and individual liberty with size, space, and horsepower. And all those things are missing from the new Fiat Jeep which is an insult to a brand that was built with rugged American history and a yearning for freedom that is unmatched anywhere in the world—and under assault by yet another foreign company driven by socialism to consume anything and everything that has value.
The State of the Union speech was such a comedy this year—increasingly made so incrementally over time—that there was very little of it that I took seriously. The most comic parts of it are when for the whole previous year both political sides yapped negatively about each other with much rhetoric and fanfare—yet when the president arrived all those idiots from both sides lined up to shake his hand and get his autograph. When Obama finally arrived at the podium to stand in front of vice president Biden and Speaker of the House John Boehner, everyone shook hands politely and with great respect before Obama basically announced himself Emperor of America. It was hilarious because the politicians were all talk spewing forth criticisms like a Pro Wrestler. But behind the scenes, which is what the State of the Union is really all about—they are friends. They are all on the same team. They are all part of the Washington D.C. beltway and are divorced from the reality of the main streets of America. They are power-hungry, unethical, and more or less scum bags. Out of all the coverage I heard about the State of the Union, only The Blaze Radio Network articulated my feelings accurately. Listen to Doc Thompson’s hilarious broadcast covering the day after the State of the Union Address. It’s well worth the time. Grab a snack, turn off the television, and turn this broadcast on in the background and enjoy the next couple of hours.
Glenn Beck, who runs The Blaze had even more fun to share about his impressions of the State of the Union. I’m not the only one who makes frequent comparisons to the fictional film Star Wars these days—Beck saw much what I did in Obama’s speech. Obama might as well have been Emperor Palpatine from the Star Wars series. I remember when the film Revenge of the Sith hit theaters, many film critics from the left thought that the primary saga villain reflected George W. Bush’s constant lusting to start wars so to fill the pockets of Halliburton. That president was the one who brought us The Department of Homeland Security, and paved the way for all the NSA abuses we see today. But Obama far surpassed Bush with his 2014 State of the Union speech which was almost word for word what was said by Palpatine in Revenge of the Sith. Obama surely wasn’t even intending to copy the Star Wars villain—yet he did regardless. Obama’s power grab was driven by human innate desire—the desire to acquire power, and isn’t specific to Obama—but the people who put Obama in power. That was the point of the Star Wars films, and in the case of American politics on both political sides, fantasy reflects reality all too well. Watch Beck’s radio coverage on this topic.
The idiots looking for Obama’s autograph slobbering over themselves to shake the hand of the president knowing full well that the guy was planning to rule with Executive Orders paints the whole picture accurately. These guys are scum, they are addicted to power, and they are out to hurt us all. They aren’t legislating on behalf of the American people. They are a joke—and they really think so little of us that they will talk bad about the president to his face playing the media angle representing their side—then they turn around and slobber all over him hoping Obama rubs up against them in the hallway so they can die happy soldiers of solidarity.
The only–and I mean, only media outlet that even attempted to cover main street USA’s American perspective was The Blaze specifically Doc Thompson and Glenn Beck. Obama really thinks he’s a ruler—and his fellow politicians are perfectly willing to play the role. They are selling us out—every one of them. Every idiot who stood in line to shake the hand of an American Emperor contributed to the cause.
If I were there would I have shaken the President’s hand? I knew you were going to ask that question dear reader…………F**K NO! I might have politely shunned him and if he tried to force his hand into mine, I would have slapped it away. If I were invited to The White House under this president, I would not go—under any circumstances. I certainly would not stand in line to “touch” the dude.
This folly is not the fault of President Obama. It is a failure of the human condition, the desire to be led about and ruled which comes to us from the distant past when mankind was ruled over by a village chief who designated who made fires, who hunted for food, who had babies and when, and who would be sacrificed to the sun in order to keep it burning in the sky. One would hope that after several hundred thousand years of evolution the human being would have migrated away from such primitive thinking—but we haven’t. The slack-jawed idiots of Congress, the wishy-washy Senator, and the many guests drooling from the gallery were mostly enamored by the grace of America’s symbol of an Emperor—the one who rules them all. Very, very few of the people present were there to defend the Republic of America. Those who have defended America have been label radicals, nut-cases, and right-winged extremists by those who desire to look at Obama as the embodiment of an American Emperor.
Even Bill O’Reilly from Fox News is ga-ga over Obama. He’s actually proud that he is conducting the pre-Superbowl interview with Emperor Obama. Over the last couple of weeks O’Reilly came out in favor of Obama’s minimum wage increase of $10.10 an hour. That should make the pre-interview handshake more pleasant between O’Reilly and Obama. Both guys are wealthy beyond comprehension and are clearly out of touch. O’Reilly doesn’t care where the money comes from for the small business person. He doesn’t care that all the many workers who were making $10 an hour previously will suddenly want $12 and $13 an hour for the same work because now the minimum wage is $10 driving up all wages with inflationary value all over the country. He’s just another sell-out. I still watch him—occasionally he does some good reporting–about as good as any media outlet in the mainstream does these days, but he’s still too far to the left for me.
The White House is just a building with a bunch of bricks in it. I’ve been there and was not impressed. It is a symbol of an American Republic that no longer exists—it is a ghost of its former self and looters like Obama and most of the modern-day politicians are simply using that ghost to advance their lust for power. The White House is not sacred, it is not magical, and it is not enchanting. It is just a building and the people in it are flawed human beings corrupted by the imperfections of the flesh. They are small minded—lackluster collectivists weakened by an evolution of mankind which started in villages and is still functioning from those primal yearnings. The same dust-covered tribes of hunters and gatherers who spent all their waking moments trying to appease the king or chieftain sacrificing goats to the gods of the sun and moon are the same damn fools standing in the aisle of Congress wanting to shake the hand of a puppet in Obama. The whole event was just a ceremony designed to make human beings feel “safe.” To know that their place in the universe is protected by some symbol of authority—in this case it’s Obama. In the past it was Bush, Clinton, and Reagan. In the future it will be more watered down feel-good candidates even more useless and ceremonial as human evolution regresses further year by year until the whole thing collapses.
The humor of the situation is the declaration of dictatorship that completely went over the heads of all present—except those with a mind to notice. It was for me the funniest State of the Union yet. It was like watching Hulk Hogan standing in the center of a ring challenging all comers to a battle to the death—but knowing that off the stage, all the participants were making plans to go out to dinner and roll in the wealth of their falsehoods. Taken in that context, the entire event was quite funny—and entertaining—where it used to be just sad. There was no sadness this time—because I no longer even take it serious. It’s just entertainment by actors who aren’t even good—just cheesy marionettes of global interest.
Thank goodness yet again for The Blaze and blog sites who covered the situation for what it really was……………a travesty of justice cowering in the ghost-like mist of an American Republic.
I have heard for as long as I’ve interacted with people how my enjoyment of fantasy is an escape from reality brought upon by a desire to not deal with the facts of circumstance. People who desire that the earth is only 4000 years old because thinking outside of those parameters wrecks the foundations of their very lives—do not like things that rock their boat of perceived reality. They are often content to view the world as it has been prepared for them by politics, public relation firms, and religion—and react with disdain toward those who wish to think outside of those boundaries. I find such people grotesquely ignorant, small-minded, and foolishly reckless to not only their lives, but those who they come in contact with. The older I get, the more I despise those people. They are detriments to intelligence. Fantasy is the vehicle to take the mind out of circumstance and into places where new ideas are born. In the context of intelligence the need for fantasy, imagination, and out-of-boundary thought is the specific human need for mythology. Dogs, cats and gold-fish have no need for mythology—they are driven by the basic need to eat, dispose of their waste, and reproduce. Nothing else. The human being thinks—giving mythology a much more important role to their vivid imaginations bringing logic and fantasy together to consider “what if.” This important process was never so brilliantly exhibited than in the Make-A-Wish Foundation story of 5-year-old Miles Scott who is currently in remission from leukemia. Watch this!
It would be difficult to be alive and not have heard this story as the media blitz on it was ferocious. The other day during the interview I did with Matt Clark on WAAM radio, I brought up the kind of things that unify people who appear to be radically different. We talked about the “Tapestries of Ideology” and once they are removed from their lives, common ground can be achieved. One of the most powerful “Tapestries of Ideology” is the power of mythology to overcome the ignorance of political boundaries. This is often what happens in a Star Wars movie where I find I have as much enthusiasm for George Lucas’ creations as Arianna Huffington does. She is a radical progressive, I am a staunch conservative—but we both love Star Wars for many of the same reasons. We both love the plight of the rebellion against an evil empire. She envisions that government should be the way that fairness is given to human kind, and I see it as the destroyer of mankind. That is where the tapestries of ideology come into play where the color, shape, size and all other factors that go into those ornaments are shaped by society, education, and history. But the mythology of Star Wars has the power to extend beyond those tapestries to the actual truth—which is why I always emphasis the importance of mythology in society. It is far more important than politics, or reality as it is shaped by orthodox sources like The New York Times, The Cincinnati Enquirer, or the nightly local news.
As much as I despise President Obama, I shared with the guy a love for little Miles Scott. As much as I think San Francisco is a haven for progressivism, I loved that much of the city turned out to help make Miles Scott’s wish to become a superhero into a reality. Because of the little fellow’s intense desire to be a superhero like the mythical Batman—this is where fantasy can take the mind out of the grim reality of a situation to take mankind to a higher place. Reality says to this child that he has leukemia and that he will die. Mythology says to this child, there is hope if you can become a superhero—so the survival instinct of Miles Scott chose life over death—and to fight instead of accepting his fate.
Thank God for the Make-A-Wish Foundation showing an interest in this child. But more than that, thank God the politicians of San Francisco joined in the effort with an army of similar volunteers. I have never seen such a fine example of the power of myth applied to reality. Out of all the characters that Christian Bale will ever play, none will be more important than his Batman character because none will ever obtain the ability to pull a city like San Francisco together the way that mythology did. It started with the fantasy of Batman and his ability to overcome personal issues to fight crime in the actual comic. Then Miles using that mythology to ask the question “what if.” Then it took the Make-A-Wish Foundation to give the kid a chance at his dream while he is still healthy and alive—before leukemia attacks him again. Then it took normal every day people to help make that fantasy into a reality for little Miles. But in this case, Miles Scott was the focus—the reason for the event, and in a metaphorical way, he saved not just San Francisco—but the entire nation.
Make-A-Wish does this kind of thing all the time. They are a great organization. Recently they made a child in Anaheim Batman’s sidekick Robin and a Seattle child a secret agent. But before they can organize such things Make-A-Wish needs creative people to plant the seed of hope into the mind of a child so that something greater than their circumstance can be comprehended—so that they can make a wish. This is why superheros, comic books, fantastic movies, and big ideas expressed creatively are so important to us all. For many kids not suffering the way that Miles Scott is, the same power holds for them as well. Superheros like Batman are good for the healthy as well as the sick and give hope where reality provided none.
The reason I get so damn mad at those who proclaim that fantasy is an escape from reality is that they are essentially saying that the world would be better off without these influences. They believe that reality was shaped by the politics of the Greeks and solidified by religion 2000 years ago—and that is just stupid. Those periods were just small steps in human progress toward creating a mythology that pushed up against the limits of reality to seek something more than the world currently provides. In the case of Miles Scott and the massive world-wide fanfare that ensued from his desire to be Batkid for a day, somewhere a scientist determined that nobody should suffer death by leukemia. Likely long after Batkid has come and gone from this earth, there will be a cure that was inspired by Miles Scott’s Make-A-Wish dream and the saving of lives won’t just be a fantasy played out on the city streets of San Francisco. It will become a new reality—inspired by fantasy and a new ceiling of human limitation will be revealed—and we will all be better off for it.
That is the power of myth, and the beauty of defying reality through fantasy. Miles Scott saved society for a day by removing the “tapestries of ideology” which divide us all, and put the question on the table—why, and how can “I” fix it?
That! Is Christopher Nolan’s next film……………………..and I will be going to see it!
After listening to Meryl Streep attack Walt Disney while honoring Emma Thompson’s rabid feminism, it does not surprise me that many men these days seem to prefer the stinky exit of the human body’s digestive system as opposed to a heterosexual relationship with these modern “man hating females.” But I am not one of those guys. Even the vilest feminist is a better option in my book. As progressives would label such a position “homophobic” I would call it sanity, clarity in thinking, and the best option available. Some people have phobias of spiders, some of snakes, some of heights—mine has and always will be that of the poop particle. I have one real fear out all possible fears and that is of the remnants of material left over after the digestive process. I have never liked seeing cow patties on my grandfather’s farms, I hate watching dogs defecate—and worse yet—eat it—and I have absolutely no desire to ever pursue an orifice that creates such matter in pursuit of sexual pleasure. With that hatred of poop particles in mind, this educational film from the late 1950s reflects my impression of the “homosexual.”
The same people who have communicated this same-sex type of lifestyle are the same people talked about in my article yesterday attacking monogamous marriage. They have an agenda and from my vantage point it is destructive—and disgusting. CLICK HERE TO REVIEW. It’s not that I want to return America to the 1950s. For me, that period of time was too liberal. I’d prefer 1750 to about 1790 myself, but that’s just me. In that video shown above, I wouldn’t even tell a kid to inform a teacher—as the parent is the last and only line of defense that matters in a child’s life. But in the video at least the film makers addressed the kind of threats that might come to a child so they could learn to defend themselves from the vile acts of adults who are clearly screwed up in the head.
We live in a society where declaring that sex which involves fecal matter is healthy, proper, and naturally good. If anyone disagrees they are called a “homophobe.” This behavior has paved the way for the child raped by his teacher in Michigan. CLICK TO REVIEW. Likely, that teacher wouldn’t have even been a teacher in the type of society ran by those who made the homosexual video above, as that society would have spotted his antics in the light of day. As things are today, nobody is comfortable calling out any kind of homosexual behavior that might lead to abusing children, because they don’t want to be attacked by progressives calling them “homophobes.” In 2014 that is nearly as bad as being called a “sexist.” If you don’t support feminism, you are a “sexist.” If you don’t support poop particle sex, you are “homophobic.” Both carry a social stigma created by a progressive establishment and those types are directly at fault for creating scenarios where teachers like the one in Michigan have the ability to destroy the lives of his students. The fault is squarely on their shoulders.
As much as progressives hate the naivety of the 1950s and all the times that came before it where tradition and family value paved the way for strong healthy lives—the world they have created is far, far worse. Can anybody in their right mind declare that feminism has worked? Can anybody declare that the Michigan teacher was not mentally insane because of his sexual prerogative? Can anybody think that Meryl Streep would be a fun date? Progressives have created these problems, and they suppress a value judgment against them by calling sane people names for trying to identify the problem. At least there was a time in America where bad behavior was identified and a warning to future conduct was attempted. It may have been fear based, it may not have encompassed the entire enormity of the homosexual complexity—but at least a social norm identified for the benefit of a majority of the population was considered. At least children were getting a warning of what to look out for among perverted adults. Back in the “old fashioned” days, such people hid their behavior. Today they run labor unions and make decisions right out in the open.
The way society is today people who might otherwise warn children away from parasites like that Michigan teacher keep their mouths shut because they don’t want to be called a “homophobe.” But is that such a bad name? Is it really a negative to be told that a person doesn’t enjoy poop particle sex? It isn’t to me. It states that my mind is not confused into behaving like a dog but would prefer even a feminist over a homosexual. I may feel sorry for the person attracted to such things, but that doesn’t make them superior to the biological structure that was bestowed on mankind for the sake of mating rituals and human evolution. The warnings of the 40s, 50s, and very early 60s were valid even if they were rooted with fear and religion into conforming society around a set of values that were being recognizably lost.
As despicable as Meryl Streep’s political views of men hatred are, she would still be a better dinner date than the eventual peril of the poop particles in a man’s hairy ass. That to me is the gauge of sanity in our modern time where such judgments are forbidden to even be discussed, let alone dealt with. In my family we have a couple of dogs and I watch often in horror when one sniffs at the other after urinating, or defecating and becomes quite excited about the occasion jumping around as though they just found out they won a million dollars. We also have a cat, and sometimes that animal will puke right in the middle of the floor and the dog will come and lick it all up clean. This behavior is disgusting by every measure of human value judgment—except the homosexual leaning beings. For them, this behavior has appeal, and from my point of view—is reminiscent of an illness of some kind. Such illnesses could be treated if they were identified, but instead they are promoted. That lack of proper danger recognition is what lead to the kind of rape case that happened in Michigan between a union president—teacher, and his student. In a society that called such behavior bad, the rape and abuse likely would have been averted.
We’ve all been told that we need to be open to other ways of thinking and embrace the “progressive” view of the world which states that feminism is more important than traditional value, and that same-sex practices are equal to traditional heterosexual practices. But they are not. One involves poop particles and the other doesn’t, and poop particles are not good, healthy, or delightful……..unless one considers themselves a dog. And that would be an insult—and nobody wants such a thing leveled in their direction. So what do we call such people? For all the faults pointed out by progressives toward films like the training film against homosexuality in the 50s, nothing has been offered as a modification or replacement to the attempt to at least identify bad behavior that might truly endanger children. Instead, we are told to look the other way and ignore the faults that progressives have brought to us all in pain, suffering and misery. And not even the fine acting of Meryl Streep can disguise her cover of a truly disgusting premise behind the progressive platform—that of the poop particle and the terrible expulsion of human waste that propagates from such unions in a sexual ritual centered purely on pleasure like a mindless animal—instead of the continuation of the human race. At least in the 50s they considered the impact that such behavior would have on children. The modern progressive does not—instead they seek to use children for their own pleasure and attempt to excuse the behavior as a “learning” experience that will pave the way to adult behavior that will never be able to relate to traditional value—which was always the real goal of their maniacal strategy.
I will give credit to the gay community and the progressive in general for one aspect of their strategy which is brilliant–the use of Meryl Streep as a growing advocate of feminism, erosion of Second Amendment rights, and general liberal causes. Many men who do not find such revulsion toward fecal matter as I do are choosing the gay life than a life shared with a feminist man-hating radical which substantially bolsters their numbers. The way to make more people turn toward homosexual behavior among men is to provide them with Meryl Streep as a spokesman for feminist causes…….brilliant.
Scott Sloan from 700 WLW reminds me of Peter Griffin from the popular Fox cartoon, Family Guy. Sloan is much thinner, and less grotesque, but his mind seems to work in much the same way. He lacks firm convictions and comes across as a guy happy to be less than perfect. This became most noticeable when he did good work with me on the No Lakota Levy arguments—but then turned around and called me a sexist because his Realtor wife wanted to take a pro levy position to help sell homes around Mason. He knew what was going on and why it was going on, but he made his decisions based on the pressure of the typical school levy supporters—people who make their livings using passed school levies to sell homes to neurotic thirty something child factories insecure about their parenting skills. (I say child factories because these typical school levy supporters only produce children, they don’t often take an active job in parenting them. They leave that to the public schools.) I’m sure 700 WLW is struggling to deal with the numbers in his time slot as listeners like and respect people with conviction—but their strategy with Sloanie was to appeal to the “middle of the road” voter listening to talk radio, which isn’t very attractive to most people. If people want to hear opinions like that, they’ll just strike up a conversation at the water cooler with a co-worker. Because of Sloan’s lack of beliefs and conviction I have stopped listening to 700 WLW all together committing my time to The Blaze where Doc Thompson is now my preferred talk radio entertainment. I have listened to 700 WLW since I was 5 years old when I received my first AM radio as a Christmas gift—but now I never listen unless someone tells me to catch a podcast of their recordings—which is how I came to learn about Sloan’s coverage of the controversial Macy’s Parade in New York on Thanksgiving Day. The topic was the segment featuring the dancers of the popular Broadway Show; Kinky Boots and Sloan’s opinion was painful. Listen to it below.
His guest came on Sloan’s show expecting to speak to a conservative audience understanding why they were outraged at the Kinky Boots presence on a family program. I was watching the Macy’s Parade and was enjoying it until the Kinky Boots bit. My wife and I turned it off once it came on because we thought it was bad. I watched the Macy’s Parade to see the SpongeBob float, the Mickey Mouse tributes and other popular culture references. The Kinky Boots thing was too much—it reminded me of The Rocky Horror Picture Show which I despise because both are progressive productions intent to erode away family value. I don’t believe there should be some protest to Kinky Boots or Macy’s, I believe in freedom of speech and I voted by turning off the television—just like I turn off Scott Sloan’s Show these days. I vote for things with my participation in them. But listening to Sloan’s articulation of the Kinky Boots defense was astonishing. In the cartoon Family Guy Peter Griffin is the dunce of modern fatherhood. He’s not very thoughtful about anything, and is perpetually accident prone. Yet because of his intellectual handicaps, he often imposes on the world his brand of stupidity which ruins things for everyone around him—and that was what I thought about listening to Sloan’s analysis of Kinky Boots.
I wouldn’t go to see the play Kinky Boots if someone gave me tickets and back stage passes. It is not art I support, it is not representative of traditional America, and I have little interest in ever wasting a few hours of my life watching a play about a topic of drag dressing guys exploring alternate lifestyles. The progressive movement uses this kind of entertainment to advance their political platform and within that platform is the acceptance of alternate forms of raising families—which does not work. Many of the failures we are seeing socially in 2013 come from the infestation of progressive value where traditional beliefs were perfectly adequate. When progressive film makers, financiers and actors made the film—The Rocky Horror Picture Show with catchy songs and sexual deviancy which was an easy sell, the plot of the film was the break down of the main protagonists who were straight average Americans. Over the course of the movie the young traditional couple newly married are converted by the end into gay loving, lesbian kissing Susan Sarandon’s. The film was a cult classic that still plays on many college campuses with special midnight showings where attendees dress up in drag and throw popcorn at each other and yell at the top of their lungs with mass celebrations of collectivism. The Rocky Horror Picture Show was designed to sell progressive ideas by ridiculing conservative ideas—and I hate it. I don’t support it—although I have seen it to understand what all the fuss was. My reaction to the movie was that it is one of the worst films ever made, although it has catchy songs designed to get people humming the tune. The result of the film is to plant seeds of sexual deviancy into traditional America and destroy the concept of the family unit as the strength behind individuals. For proof, just speak to the producers of the film and it becomes clear. The producers intended the film to be a gay rights activism endeavor—and were openly blatant about it.
Kinky Boots is just a modern spin to The Rocky Horror Picture Show, and the intentions are the same—the desensitizing of Americans from conservative values to progressive beliefs—namely sexual tendencies—sexual equality, and an anything goes mentality. I watched about half of the Kinky Boots Macy’s Parade segment, and found the images grotesque—so I turned it off. I didn’t think it was funny. I didn’t see any social value in it. And I saw it as an attack on my way of life in the same way that progressives would find it repulsive if I paraded my lifestyle in front of them—where my wife brings dinner to my chair every day, cooks all our meals, does all the shopping, changes all the diapers, and makes crafts for all the family members throughout the year–blankets, sweaters, and country decorations. She gets out of the arrangements a man who puts her on a pedestal, frees her of producing income, and takes care of any trouble that might come toward her family. People like the producers of The Rocky Horror Picture Show are very intolerant of the way my wife and I live our lives—so it’s only fair that I show the same intolerance for theirs. This live and let live crap is for pussies, and it hasn’t worked. It never has, and it never will.
I expected a lot of the trouble I had when I called the levy supporters of Lakota Latté sipping prostitutes………….I knew there would be push back, and I laughed about it with Scott Sloan and his producer off the air the night before I was set to go on the air and talk about it with him. I had worked with 700 WLW for a few years on school levy issues and had thought Sloan was a man’s man, and actually valued his man card. After the position he took with me not just on our interview, but later that day, I had the feeling that I had misjudged Sloanie. He wasn’t a tough guy who was willing to take on the teacher unions with me—like he sold himself—he was just another guy trying to appease the women in his life hoping to keep peace in his household by any means necessary—and I was very disappointed in him. Like Peter Griffin from The Family Guy, Sloanie put his finger to the wind and took the position he thought the majority of people believed. I tried not to hold the incident against him and continued to speak to him through email for months after. But over time it became obvious that we were two different kind of men, and people can’t be friends or otherwise if they don’t share common values. The same person who calls me a sexist for distinguishing that there are dramatic differences between men and women and that traditional America had more right than wrong on the matter is the same person attacking a conservative advocate who found Kinky Boots appalling. Sloan took what he thought was a libertarian approach to the Kinky Boots issue stating that it was harmless entertainment that people can take or leave. But when it shows up on a public street, on a public broadcast, or on a largely watched family holiday program during Thanksgiving, it’s not just about fun and promotion of a Broadway play. It’s about advancing a progressive agenda—and in the defense of traditional value—men are needed, and there are too few of those these days to do the job. Men these days think it’s better to be open-minded and slap-stick stupid like Peter Griffin than rugged tough and rooted in conviction like John Wayne—and that is disappointing.
During Halloween this year a kid was dressed in drag, he had on very high heels, a super short skirt and a long blond wig. From a distance he looked like he belonged in a Whitesnake video played by a Victoria Secret model. He passed as an attractive woman until we came closer to him and heard his voice. He was very disruptive going door to door pretending to be a woman and giggling about the negative reaction he had from the homeowners after they had closed the door. He obviously lacked a strong father figure in his life and as a result filled his thoughts with progressive influence, like The Rocky Horror Picture Show and Kinky Boots. What kind of father would this kid grow up to be—what honor is there in such a life where pictures of him will show up many years from now dressed in drag as he is trying to raise a family? The answer is not a very good one—and that is the real cost of this kind of recklessness. When a man or confused boy dresses in drag, they are surrendering their man card, and in doing so; they surrender their authority to ever be a “father knows best” type of family man. Any off-spring he may have will want “a father knows best” type of person in their life. Daughters grow up and almost always have reverence for their fathers, and sons almost always grow up to become like their fathers and if that kid has two or three kids of their own later—those children will be denied a person in their life who sets the bench marks of acceptable behavior high enough to be proud of. And that is the cost of living a life lacking conviction. The cost of being a Peter Griffin dad is that you get a lot of laughs, often they are the life of a party—but when it really matters, they are a let down to their families and to themselves—and will end their lives being embarrassing disappointments to their off-spring.
Men like it or not are the pillars that hold up a family. Women often provide the love and nurturing that is needed, but men provide the needed reliability that gives a family roots to grow in. Progressives despise this ideal, as they wish to make the world need government services to equalize the world of the inequalities that exist. Not all moms are good ones and not all dads are honorable, so the progressive solution was to destroy all good dads and good moms so that everyone is equally penalized and let public schools do the child-raising. What productions like Kinky Boots are really up to is letting men know it’s OK to be a floor tile inside a family home instead of a pillar of strength that holds it up—walked on and discarded as useless. Dads are belittled routinely in popular media, and the effects are starting to show in mainstream attitudes. People like Scott Sloan have bought into this concept and many others who have grown up watching shows like The Family Guy featuring Peter Griffin as the bumbling fool of a dad setting the bar so low for their ambitions that they are walked on by society instead of holding it up. Kinky Boots is about finding your passion, overcoming prejudice and transcending stereotypes—and one of those stereotypes is that a man must be straight-laced, strong, and a pillar of strength in their family. And when a man can’t live up to that lofty height and stand by a set of convictions that their family can honor, and depend on—they call those traditional types of men a sexist—and hope their wife gives them a piece of ass two weeks after their last period, and consider themselves lucky for getting it. And in the quiet moments when they think nobody is looking, they dress in their wife’s clothing and pretend to be the authority of the house by wearing her pants—then they by a ticket to Kinky Boots.
You want to see hypocrisy, let a traditional family group put a float in the Macy’s Parade full of house wives and home schooled children……………and wait for the violent storms of rage from the gay community, and other progressive groups……….and the result of all their strategies will become very, very clear.
There were a couple of really nice days in Ohio during the normally cold month of December where many of my peers went out for a few rounds of golf. I was invited to more than one of these games—but I declined because I had a different game that I wanted to play—one that I am thoroughly obsessed with. During this past week The Old Republic released it’s most recent release to their MMO game which my wife and I play together and that update was a space combat simulator featuring PVP action called simply enough Galactic Starfighter. Since it came out on Tuesday–by Saturday I had shot down hundreds of opponents in dog fights through floating ship yards in a capture the flag type of game scenario—and I have been having a blast with it. It is full of detailed attributes which are boundlessly applied to multiple strategic circumstances and is a lot more fun than chasing a white ball around on a golf course with the object to knock it into a hole. To begin to get a grasp of the level of detail, and learning curve needed to play the game have a look at the link below which features some of the basic weapons, upgrades and ship types utilized within the environment. http://dulfy.net/2013/11/11/swtor-galactic-starfighter-ships-and-components-guide/ When I play these kinds of things with hundreds of other real players I can’t help but make some basic observations about those players which sustain many of the comments I make in political and economic articles of a serious nature that are worth noting. Galactic Starfighter for me is a well executed science experiment confirming the merits of capitalism and why nations should support that system of economical means as opposed to socialism. The answer is clearly exhibited in the popular BioWare game. I was amazed while playing that during the queue up screen where live players sign up for a mission to fly against opposing players, I would have thought that it would take a while to find 12 real life players from each faction to load up. There are two factions in The Old Republic, those of the Republic and those of the Empire. The Empire are statist types who are big government advocates and love the power of collective force to impose their will upon everyone else. Think of the Nazi regime, Stalin from the U.S.S.R. or the Obama administration—they are very much like the Empire in the game The Old Republic. The Republic of course is very similar to the original idea of a Roman Republic most currently experimented with in The United States. In the game scenario of The Old Republic the Republic are the good guys and are part of a rebellion to stop the rise of the Empire who are the unequivocal bad guys. I of course play as a Republic player. My wife and I won’t even consider playing story lines in the game that involve the Empire. We are clearly aligned with the Republic faction ideologically. If something like the Republic was not an option—it is likely that I wouldn’t enjoy the game so much—but because it is, and reflects my thoughts about things in the real world, it is immensely exciting for me to fight on behalf of the Republic in a space dog fight scenario meant to capture and maintain control of specific strategic targets. I would think that there would be lots of people who want to play as Republic players as they are the good guys, but that such a flight simulator would struggle to find Empire players—NO—the average queue up time was about two minutes. Of course there were lots of Republic players lining up to fly, but there were equal numbers of Empire players as well. In fact, sometimes it appeared that the Empire side had more pilots than the Republic side. For this to happen there would have to be thousands and thousands of people online across over six servers wanting to play the game at all hours of the day. The queue up time was the same at 3 AM in the morning as it was at 9 PM, or noon. And of those players, they were equally split under their own free will right down the middle ideologically. There were thousands of people who were attracted to the role of the Empire. They willingly wanted to play the bad guy—which was interesting in and of itself.
When I was a kid and we’d play cops and robbers, or cowboys and Indians, or any game of good guys against bad guys—all of which public schools are trying to outlaw these days—there were fights with my friends over who would be the good guy. Everyone wanted to play the hero and nobody wanted to be the villain—very few did anyway. The people who did find themselves wanting to play the bad role were often the kind of kids who came from broken homes, had troubled childhoods and lived in homes where their mother worked and were often home by themselves a lot. They couldn’t identify with the kids who had mothers who were always home, were generally loved by their parents and knew it. The bad guys had power to impose themselves on others and that was attractive option to kids who had daddy issues—mommy issues—and genuine social insecurities. I never played a bad guy. I can’t even think in such terms in a role play scenario either as a kid or a grown up adult playing The Old Republic. So it was rather stunning to see so many players who not only wanted to play for the Empire, but they were proud of it. The funny thing about the whole experience is that Galactic Starfighter treats players who struggle through the dogfights—which are often very intense—with two forms of currency—requisition, and fleet requisition. With that currency upgrades for pilot’s ships can be purchased and this incentive is enough to send most of those pilots into countless hours of combat so that they can get paid the requisition currency they have coming to them. I found myself playing the game for an extra two or three hours finally turning the game off around 4 AM last night just so I could earn enough requisition to purchase concussion missiles with long-range target lock for 10,000 req. And I wasn’t alone—there were hundreds of people doing the same thing who had played for 10 to 12 hours straight just to earn some virtual shielding, proton torpedoes, engine boosts, and armor increases. The reason that the BioWare game of The Old Republic is successful and MMO games like it is because they offer “rewards.” The game designers know that the human being will do just about anything for the prospect of profit, and when they have to earn it—they value it. Galactic Starfighter would not be a fun game if everyone received the same currency no matter if they won or lost their engagements. And if the game did not offer incentives for players to purchase ship upgrades so that they could have an advantage over another player—the game would fall flat on its face with boredom. It’s likely that nobody would want to play, and the few who did would not be renewing the queue every two minutes with fresh players spontaneously wanting to dog fight opponents all over the world.
The game environment as I’ve pointed out many times of a MMO based endeavor is a microcosm of capitalism. The more rewards offered, the harder people are willing to work to get them. In the real world women get their nails done for the same reason that pilots in Galactic Starfighter paint their ships different colors—to show that they worked hard and have achieved some level of success. When a young home owner buys a lawn mower and spends all day of a summer Saturday working on their yard, they are caring for the product of their hard work. They worked hard to purchase a home, and they want to show it off to others. That is the power behind capitalism. If Galactic Starfighter were a socialist game, all the ships would be the same, none would be better than another. All players would be forced to be equal. Players also wouldn’t be able to win—so there would essentially be no point in even playing. Since there is nothing to work toward, there would be no reason to risk anything and try to pit your skills up against another person. There would be no conflict, no violence, but there would also be no activity to generate any production. The game would be boring and uneventful. Lucky for me, Galactic Starfighter is a wonderful celebration of capitalism in the most pure form of the word. If any economist of the typical Keynesian school of thought wants proof of how flawed their socialist theories are, check out Galactic Starfighter at 3 AM in the morning anywhere in the world—and the evidence of capitalism’s superiority will be clear. When Keynesian economists decided to tamper with the economy artificially with regulation, they discovered that there were fewer incentives for people to try to produce anything. In the game environment of Galactic Starfighter the production is a vibrant world where combatants try to kill each other with specially designed ships and augmented modifications looking for a competitive advantage. The result is activity—in the case of Electronic Arts and BioWare—money spent on their product so players can experience such a thing. The fact that there were so many Empire players and Republic players wanting to play against each other every two minutes is a testament to the economic activity generated in the game. As to the Republic and Empire players, one craves freedom and liberty, the other tyranny and terror, they seem to represent the same kind of voting preferences currently at play in politics where half the country voted for Obama, the other half against him, or half the voters support school levies, the other half does not—the demographic of the game between good guys and bad guys is clearly evenly balanced—startlingly so. The Old Republic is not struggling to attract players to the Empire faction, and in my opinion if all was right in the world, it would be. So it has been easy for me to fly against the Empire players and yell at my monitor in joy when I blast them out of the sky. It has been tremendously fun to tear the crap out of them with my Strike Fighter and long-range concussion missiles. As I tore through the fuselage of hundreds of enemy craft, I thought of Lakota levy supporters, Obamacare, and labor unions—and my score increased dramatically. I had lunch with a few of those golf friends who took advantage of the nice weather on Wednesday to play and I ribbed them about how less dramatic it was to knock a ball in from 15 feet for Birdie, than shooting down 50 enemy craft during several hours of play on the video game Galactic Starfighter. Those same friends questioned why I had no Fantasy Football picks for the last several months, and the answer was that I didn’t find it interesting to randomly pick players from different NFL teams and hope they do well to provide me with points. I like to provide my own points—not to passively rely on somebody else to provide them, so I don’t enjoy Fantasy Football even as a recreational sport that wastes too much of my time and thought paying attention to whether a player from a team that is not the Buccaneers had a good day on the football field. They gave me a quizzical look as our food arrived at Bravo! Cucina Italiana–the Lobster Ravioli Alla Vodka as the weather outside had changed from spring like weather to a dramatic snow storm. “So what do you think about while you play that game of yours,” one of them asked genuinely. I replied that it was a more active endeavor than passive ones where other people determined your outcome, like a football game, or gambling, which many people tend to consider entertainment. I added that when I play Galactic Starfighter not only do I scratch the itch of a time gone by where I would have loved to have been a fighter pilot during World War II, before all the stupid rules the FFA has today, and that game gives me a feel for that kind of activity. It also makes me wonder why we don’t have shipyards in space, similar to what we have in Norfolk, Virginia building battleships and carriers, or the Boeing facility in Washington making airplanes—in space creating space stations, and deep space transports. One of the battle zones in Galactic Republic takes place in a Kuat shipyard and there are several half-built Star Destroyers floating around in various states of construction. Just the previous night I chased a poor soul into the superstructure of one of these things and blasted him with so much fire that he turned out of my targeting reticule right into a giant support beam ending in a fiery crash. You don’t get that playing Fantasy Football. By the end of our meal all the guys swore to me they were going to go home and log on to play. I gave them the login information and how to find me there—but nobody showed up. The snow came down intensely and everyone went their separate ways after that. Once they returned home, away from my “vivid imagination” as they call it—everyone snapped back into their usual mode of thinking. They planned their next golf games in preferably warmer climates and got ready for their Fantasy Football picks on Sunday, and I spent the rest of Friday well into the early Saturday morning playing The Old Republic: Galactic Starfighter. The game is a perfect representation of why capitalism works over Keynesian economics and degrees of socialism. The pilots playing Galactic Starfighter with me have as little interest in the terms of modern politics as I do in Fantasy Football. They only know that they want to shoot and kill someone and earn requisition for the ships in their possession. But the comparisons are unmistakable, and the explanations are valid—Galactic Starfighter is a game that proves how effective capitalism is over all other forms though valid experiments. The current MMO marketplace is the finest modern example of capitalism anywhere in the world—and I say this on the eve of the big Pratt & Whitney machinist strike in Hartford, Connecticut—which will happen on Sunday after this writing. America still builds airplanes better than any manufacturer in the entire world—but the socialism of labor unions is threatening that domination—purposely as the international unions behind these strikes truly want to bring progressive reform to America and end United States domination of aircraft manufacture. Knowing those kinds of things, it is quite delightful to attack the Empire in the fictional Old Republic and take out my wrath there while the snow falls in abundance outside of Bravo! Cucina Italiana and Fantasy Football is on everyone’s mind—as the world spins helplessly out of control toward an abyss that could have been avoided—if only people opened their eyes to see it coming. To cope with that frustration I play Galactic Starfighter.
It took me over a week to watch Killing Kennedy, the film done by the National Geographic Channel and produced by Ridley Scott based on the best-selling novel by Bill O’Reilly. But I’m glad I finally got around to it on my DVR because I learned a few things. I am usually turned off by the whole Kennedy assassination issue because I think it took American focus off our self-reliance at a critical point in our history and I don’t like the collective sorrow that came out of the event. Also after Oliver Stone’s film from the early 90’s, there are a lot of questions surrounding Kennedy. Kennedy was a good president but he made a lot of mistakes, just like in his real life where he was too fast and loose with women, too connected to organized crime, opened the door for public sector unions to organize in government, but he did well during the Cuban Missile Crises, and setting the stage for the Space Race. So Kennedy is a mixed bag, and certainly wasn’t the worst President America ever had—but I don’t feel energized by him enough to study too deeply. When I think of Kennedy, I think of the struggle against communism and the 60s in general, and I hate both of those things, so I typically avoid references to the period except when they scream out for attention. O’Reilly’s book, and now the movie have successfully done exactly that—brought that attention to my eyes with screaming fury.
After watching Killing Kennedy it became obvious to me that many of the conspiracy theories floating around about the assassination come from the left—from sources like Oliver Stone. I did not know that Lee Harvey Oswald was such a staunch Marxist, even going to Russia to live and work for a while. Oswald had a Russian wife that he brought back to Dallas, and the source of his anger at Kennedy was in his hope that Cuba would succeed as a communist country. I have spoken often about this period in American history and how persistent communism was by many people—particularly the universities, and seeing Oswald behave the way he did toward communism was something I did not know, but fit perfectly into what I already knew about the period. The political left obviously does not want Oswald to be at fault for the Kennedy killing because they share with him a sympathy for communism, so they are looking for every other excuse they conger up away from the reality that Oswald was a communist nut case.
There were still many unanswered questions that will probably never be properly answered, as to why the FBI was so involved in Oswald’s life, and why Jack Ruby—a strip club owner was so passionate about the Kennedy killing to assassinate Oswald but O’Reilly like he does so often only looked at the evidence the way a journalist does, and those facts put on the shoulders of Lee Harvey Oswald a fanatic for Marxism who wanted the communists to succeed in Cuba and elsewhere in the world. Oswald saw Kennedy as a threat to that reality because of his stance against Cuba.
Many of these elements are present in our American life today. The political Left and Right back then had to deal with many Americans like Oswald who wanted to give communism a chance—so they bent a bit and moved to the left in both parties to take away the temptation of marching in the streets the way communists gained ground in places like Russia and China. I think this is why Kennedy gave public sector unions a chance through executive order to thrive—aside from the appeasement of the organized crime elements in his life. Kennedy’s vice-president LBJ, started the Great Society programs to take the edge off the communist threat rolling through American politics at the time. The results of this assault are seen today in the statist position of government against the people of the nation. Communism is clearly present in the modern education system, in the social programs of the 60s and all elements of progressivism. But Kennedy and LBJ thought they were fighting communism by yielding a bit to it, but what they really did was bend enough to allow elements of communism into American society to prevent more people like Lee Harvey Oswald from rising to prominence and trying to kill American politicians. Their appeasement took the edge off the hard-line communists, Marxists, and socialists—which were a much bigger problem in America than people think.
Bill O’Reilly is entirely too moderate for me, but I do watch him almost every night because he is as fair and balanced of a reporter as there is. He does let the facts speak, and it is his brand of journalism that I find attractive, and why he is one of the most successful best-selling authors in American history. I trust Bill O’Reilly, but I think he is too mild in his views. He is however a product of the 60’s, just like I am a product of the 80’s and tend to see things the way Ronald Reagan did—at least the act that came out of The White House. But the facts are the facts, and so long as facts drive the arguments, political ideology—or conviction is irrelevant—and O’Reilly can always be trusted to present the facts that are known, and reveal what they add up to.
I am glad to have seen Killing Kennedy—it was a good production that told a story of a dark period in American history and should be seen by everyone. It should be shown in schools, it should be shown by parents to their children, and grandparents to their entire clans during Thanksgiving—because it’s an important film that captures a very volatile period which we all share still. The effects of the politics of that period still resonate like ghosts haunting the house that the American Republic built—and the specters are ideologues of communism who are just as vicious and manipulative as Lee Harvey Oswald, just not as short-tempered and insecure to act on their hopes of violence. These ghosts act through legislation to achieve the same spread of Marxism to every corner of the globe—a strategy that was well beyond Oswald—a reality that only conspiracy theory can attempt to out-shine, because the Kennedy assassination was about a lot of things—but in the end it was about defending communism from an America that was the enemy of Marxist ideology—and supporters showed then as they do now, that they will do anything and harm anyone to advance their cause.
Nice job Bill “O.”
I kept a lot of this quiet until after the election. I’ve spoken about the results often, and the actions on behalf of Lakota, but I have purposely left out a portion of the story….until now. This is Part II of a short two-part series. CLICK HERE to review Part One. After the election of 2011 No Lakota Levy had defeated the school at the ballot box, and there was persistent discussion that Lakota would become just like Little Miami and continue putting up election after election until they won. But I had told our group at No Lakota Levy that if Lakota chose to do that, they were truly after results that had nothing to do with rationality—and we would deal with them on that basis. I also told them that if Lakota tried for a fourth attempt in 2012, that they’d have to find someone else to be the spokesman, because I had a book coming out called Tail of the Dragon which had nothing to do with education and I didn’t want to fight a school levy while promoting the book.
As recently as the last school board meeting of 2011 Linda O’Conner reached out to my wife and me in the parking lot of the administration building off Princeton Road to wish us a Merry Christmas and to let us know that there were no hard feelings. I told her that I left the meeting early because they were boring me to death—but that it was a Christmas present of sorts, I was going to spare them having to listen to me speak publicly. I didn’t want to rub their nose in the No Lakota victory, but I did expect them to listen to what over 18,000 voters had said—and at least propose a salary reduction to the teacher’s union for the sake of the community. She smiled and said that she’d present it to the board, and we parted for the last time on civil terms. Because immediately after that, in the winter of 2012, Superintendent Mantia showed that she was going to play the radical progressive, just like President Obama, and cut away all the aspects of the public school that people actually valued—not out of fiscal concern, but with the intention of extortion. In the coming months, Lakota did nothing upon the recommendations proposed by No Lakota Levy—the victor in the last election by a sizable majority—much greater than in the last election where Lakota won by less than 1%.
This presented a problem for me. 700 WLW approached me about being the education pundit, sort of what Mike Allen is currently regarding legal issues. The popular radio station wanted me to be The Big One’s education specialists. This sounded good, but at the time my publisher was having multiple fits about my controversial stance against public education. My novel, Tail of the Dragon was set to be released during the fall of that year and all the media contacts I had from years of building relationships suddenly saw me as the face of the anti tax movement in Lakota.
I offered myself as the face because I’m in a unique position to carry the title. To me it was a job that needed to be done, and nobody else wanted to do it, and the controversy actually helped some of my side projects so I took on that role from 2009 to 2012. However, I needed separation from that role prior to the release of my novel because I was too known as an education reformer, and my book was about a car chase which was intended to appeal to a NASCAR audience. Lakota, was proposing another levy attempt right in the middle of my book’s release—and that wasn’t going to work for me.
So I had to get No Lakota Levy self sufficient—where it could act without me, I had to separate myself from the education stuff, and I needed to strike at the heart of the tax levy push and show people what was really going on at Lakota—and stop dancing around the edge of the bowl. It was time to jump into the middle and show what was hidden there. When I talk about this period being a trap set by me for the Lakota school board to jump at, this is what I meant. Once Doc Thompson was fired at 700 WLW there was awkwardness that persisted in the wake of his departure. WLW had thrown him under the bus while he was on his honeymoon so they could make good with Eddie Fingers and I couldn’t remain a friend to Doc and resume my relationship with WLW—so a lot of things were lining up in a bad way. This is the primary reason I didn’t do the requested interview that Russ Jackson tried to set up with Eddie, Tracy and me on March 15th, I felt it was because of Eddie that Doc lost his job, and I couldn’t betray Doc. This made Jackson mad, and things degenerated from there.
In early January 2012 I knew I had to break things loose the best way possible. I began turning up the rhetoric against Lakota letting my true feelings about them be known because they were obviously going for another tax increase in spite of the election results—and it pissed me off in a big way. When I learned that the Community Foundation refused to work with No Lakota Levy after I set up a deal with The Enquirer to give them a story exclusive on a check-mate story, it enraged me because not only was the donation of money that No Lakota Levy was proposing to kids who couldn’t afford the sports fees a good thing to do, but it was strategically powerful forcing Lakota to reveal what they were really about as an organization. When the Community Foundation backed out, No Lakota Levy had to start their own charity group called Yes To Lakota Kids which delayed our announcement by several key weeks. I had been targeting the middle of February and was working with Michael Clark to get the story out, but when the Community Foundation pulled out of the deal—which they had been entertaining up to that point, it sucked the life out of the story, which seemed all too coordinated.
After the election instead of working with No Lakota Levy, Lakota went on the offensive, members of the union began going around town attempting to dismantle my name and it was around the middle of February when learned about it. Doc Thompson had also just been fired from 700 WLW which left me in a strange place with them. And my publisher was very concerned about my political beliefs and questioning whether I would be dragged into another levy fight right in the middle of the novel’s release. So I wrote my article about the Latte sipping prostitutes. I wanted to empower No Lakota Levy to proceed without me while I released my novel, and I wanted to see what Lakota would do with it and see how things progressed. Even though I spoke about “women” in general my comments were directed at a few major tax advocates and they knew who they were. I knew things about their home life, and pointed my comments in that direction. After all, if they were going to smear my name, I had the right to do the same to them. They were the primaries behind the mudslinging instead of taking the olive branch that Linda proposed at Christmas time. They chose that course of action.
This led to the events discussed in Part One. CLICK HERE TO REVIEW. What I put up on my articles I certainly stood behind, otherwise I wouldn’t have written them. I wanted Lakota to take a shot at me in a literal way so I could flush out the architects that were smearing me behind the scenes and I needed the names of the perpetrators. Julie Shafer who debated me on 700 WLW wanted to be the hero of the school board and eliminate the biggest resistance to the board’s tax increases. She worked with Superintendent Mantia to eliminate me from the scene. They didn’t know the things I just revealed about my novel, or my desire to see No Lakota Levy develop a new spokesman freeing me of the job, at least for the fourth levy attempt. This is the first time I’ve discussed these things publically—so they wouldn’t have known. They instead used my statements in the worst way possible. They knew who I meant specifically, yet chose to use the collective tendency of women to rally their base—another progressive trick, and they hit as hard as the possibly could.
Their actions were of the type that I intellectually anticipated they’d take. The same thing basically happened to Arnie Engle over in Fairfield, the levy supporters kept poking and poking and poking until Arnie snapped, and then they prosecuted him to the furthest extent of the law. The courts forced Arnie into probation and anger management classes to “deal” with his temper. As soon as they thought they had Arnie out-of-the-way, Fairfield tried for another school levy, which thankfully in 2013, lost. The public knows the games that are going on. However, conceiving such a ploy and feeling the wrath of it are different things, and it did surprise me how ruthless Lakota’s levy supporters truly were as human beings. What they did and how they did it showed me that they didn’t care what the results were to me personally, they simply wanted me out of their way politically. If I were the kind of person who had a traditional job, what do they think would have happened to me if I worked for a woman who day when every radio station in town was calling me a sexist, even the FM stations–literally? What about the effect on my wife and daughters or my mother—sister and other family members? What Lakota through their school board orchestrated, coming directly from Julie Shafer and Karen Mantia was the kind of thing that could have ended careers, marriages, or even residence. Several women from Julie’s circle of friends wrote me directly and actually stated that they were going to run me out-of-town, the fires of fury coming directly from the Lakota school board. And they felt entitled to do it—that is what my thousands of dollars spent every year on the stupid Lakota school system buys me—those kinds of people representing that kind of institution.
When I say it was a trap, I suspected it would happen in the way that it did and I had braced myself for it. I knew that Michael Clark was playing both sides against each other, and that he was telling the school board that Rich Hoffman had big plans against Lakota, referring to the exclusive story about Yes to Lakota Kids. This looked to have a lot to do with why the Community Foundation backed out in the middle of the announcement postponing the endeavor. And I knew that Julie, Mantia, and Powell would look for ways to come after me, and instead of them doing it in the shadows, I wanted to get it out in the daylight for all to see. They bit, and showed what they were all about, and people noticed. Shortly after the debacle of March 15th Lakota through my friends at No Lakota Levy asked for a cease-fire because things had not gone as they planned. I had rallied the anger vote and they knew there was no chance of passing a levy in 2012. In June of 2012 I did an interview with Channel 19 saying that I agreed with the school board’s decision to not pursue a tax increase. I told Cory Stark that the deal was for two years and that we’d be ready to fight again in 2013/2014. Lakota had projected surpluses so it wasn’t worth the public relations nightmare, and they needed time to lick their wounds. This suited me just fine because I was sick of Lakota and their constant attempts to raise taxes, and it allowed me to put my efforts behind the release of my book—just in time. Just prior to the Fox 19 report, I had approved the cover for my novel ahead of a release date of September, the first Tuesday after Labor Day.
However, when the novel came out, I was still known by everyone in the media as the anti-education guy—and it was hard to shake that off. Most likely, I will always be known as that—so my current thinking is that if it’s going to stick to me, then I’ll just make the best of it. My book came out and for 8 months out of the last 12 stayed sold out on Amazon.com. It did well as an initial offering and my family celebrated by going to Disney World over the summer. I needed to get away from publishing and politics for just a few weeks—which I cherished. But there have been complaints of late that Tail of the Dragon is not being carried at Amazon—it’s there, but out of print. Well, beginning at the start of October 2013 American Book Publishing closed their doors as a publisher—so they are no longer restocking my novel at Amazon. They were a small publisher and carried a lot of diverse titles, and a majority of them did not make much money. The writing for this was already on the wall in the winter of 2012 along with all the other issues mentioned, and I was concerned that they’d stay open long enough to publish my book. I think they hoped that things would turn around for them if a production house showed an interest in making my novel into a movie. But after my anti-union comments on this blog, there was a fat chance of that happening which was the real source of their frustration with my political beliefs. So they folded up, and I am searching for a new publisher to re-release Tail of the Dragon as a special edition. For American Book Publishing I had a 120,000 word manuscript that was edited down to 63,000 words, so nearly half the book was cut away. My current thoughts are to release a version of the book that was eliminated in the editing process specified by the PG rating that American Book desired. The special edition will be a rated R version of that same story, which dives even deeper into the freedom loving antics of Rick Stevens—some much harder edge concepts.
So that is the behind the scenes story of me and the Lakota levy. As a result of their approach to me and their desire to pretty much end my life with a ruthlessness that is unforgivable they have made a mortal enemy out of me—and the media personalities who played in that game with them—at this point we all know who they are. I will never forget it, I will never forgive it, and I will remind people of it the rest of my life. I will be 80 and 90 years old still talking about Julie Shafer, Joan Powell, and Karen Mantia. They had no idea what my relationship was with my family, that my wife understands me and that I am very close with my kids. But if I wasn’t, an event like what Lakota did could have ruined me—and they didn’t care. In fact, they wanted it to happen. Lakota took a head shot at me. They missed, part by design, part by luck—but it gave me a clear viewing of where they were hiding in the shadows loading their guns. Prior to that event in the Enquirer, they were shooting at me from the darkness and I could never tell where the bullets came from. After the Enquirer event, I could see the fire flash and direction of origin—and it was the Lakota school board.
So when they play innocent, like what was in Joan’s letter to Graeme, it is an act. They know the games, and where the bodies are buried. What it comes down to is money—the school board has no control over the management of their money because of the teacher’s union, and so long as they pass school levies, they can avoid the harsh reality that they are simply a body of government designed to raise taxes, because that is their only measure of balancing a budget. Instead of using their powers of manipulation against the union, they used it against me because they saw me as less of a threat than the teacher’s union, and I take that as a direct insult. So I will dedicate my time, life, and otherwise to ruining theirs. They will learn that there are greater things to fear than their teacher’s union, and if you take a head shot at me and miss, that you have earned an enemy for life.
That is the state of the union in Lakota in the wake of the 2013 Election.
I know the Butler County Sheriff’s department is hard at work trying to figure out who put the shooting spree threat in the girl’s bathroom at Lakota East Freshman School, so I like to do their job for them whenever possible—you know—just to help out. I really want to see an arrest in that shooting threat at Lakota so I wouldn’t want to take the police away from their “important” investigation. I’m sure an arrest will be made any moment……………………………………………………(crickets)? As Michael Clark noticed in his recent Enquirer article he stated that For Lakota had put out more campaign signs than No Lakota Levy. Well the reason fewer signs have been seen from the popular tax fighting group is because so many of them have been stolen. Often however, the thefts occur without any documentation and the police are often too busy sitting on the side of the road giving people tickets, or eating doughnuts and flirting with a cashier. So they don’t always see the thefts when they happen.
Well, never fear, No Lakota Levy has caught one of the thieves with pictures, and can be seen below. The man is holding in his hand a No Lakota Levy sign ripped off its frame by him and he is on the phone obviously happy with himself for the action. He even did a favor and looked squarely at the camera so his facial features can be clearly seen. Wasn’t that nice of him?
For the police, the license plate number of the guy is clearly displayed, so just run his plates and go over and arrest him for damage to property and interference of a campaign. It won’t take more than a few moments, and then you can go back to your doughnuts, your Playboy magazines, and texting everyone on your phones while you pretend to be busy pursuing justice. It shouldn’t interrupt the Lakota investigation of the teacher………….I mean student who left behind the shooting spree warning. Justice waits for nobody, so now the Sheriff’s department can resume its man hunt for the would-be terrorist. Just call up a deputy, give them the plate number of the man shown above, and take care of business on behalf of No Lakota Levy who has had their property and message destroyed with the endorsement of the government school of Lakota. If Lakota doesn’t condemn the behavior seen in the picture clearly, they obviously support it. They guy walked by a For Lakota sign, so he obviously is from that political faction.
Because of those pictures the proof of theft is provided, and nobody can say that they don’t know whose doing it. The information has been provided and now all that is required is action on behalf of the authorities.
I can’t wait to see justice served to that levy supporter who is driving one of those stupid little hippie cars which proves that if you vote for a school levy………………YOU’RE STUPID!
As a side note, if the police need help with the shooting threat, just let me know. I can help you with that one too. If you’re looking for a little freshman girl, you’re probably looking in the wrong place.
To prove that America has long been infiltrated with communism as stated in the 1958 book The Naked Communist I am covering each of the 45 Planks of Communism cited there to provide the proof. CLICK HERE TO READ THE LATEST INSTALLMENT. When it is understood to what extent communism has been quietly placed into our culture during a very delicate time in American history, it can then be understood what is happening to the world in the modern age. So let us explore the meaning of Plank # 16 shown below.
16. Use technical decisions of the courts to weaken basic American institutions by claiming their activities violate civil rights.
Over the last 30 years American society has been under siege mysteriously by a rash of court cases driven by money grabbing lawyers hungry to charge $300-$500 per hour to their clients. The lawyers learned their tactics during their law degrees by professors already trained in the ways of communism—only under different names. Any doctrine that embraces collectivism over individuality has its roots in communist propaganda planted generations before even the law professors received their educations, so the concepts of communism were taught without naming the name allowing entire generations of young lawyers to advance communism thought thinking they were actually fighting for civil liberties. This has resulted in court cases removing the Ten Commandments from public places, allowed defiling art to attack symbols of American heritage, and created many millions of pages of case-law in civil rights litigation that have shaped our society to such a radical position that children are presently suspended from school just for making the shape of a gun with their hands. The meaning behind such measures is fear from law suits leaving public schools to over-react from fear of parasitic lawyers that might bring lawsuits should a school shooting erupt. The communist intention of the law to begin with was to attack the concept of the Second Amendment so that children would grow up in a world not accepting the use of personal firearms. The school was not devious in suspending the students for pretending to shoot other students in normal games of “cops and robbers” they were simply protecting themselves from the potential of future lawsuits. But it was lawyers who created the case-law which provoked such a fear in the first place and the roots of that desire came from Communist Plank #16.
To prove the validity of the claim made by the book The Naked Communist one only need to look at the ability of the organization known as NAMBLA to rise to prominence and use the American courts through the ACLU. NAMBLA is openly wrong, and unquestionably evil, yet it is advanced and defended publically as a way to attack the First Amendment by pretending to defend it. NAMBLA is a byproduct of the International Lesbian and Gay Association which is supported by The United Nations and is protected by politicians like Hillary Clinton. Working together, these organizations have openly attacked American tradition by seeking to twist The Bill of Rights legally to invoke public hatred for those same Rights. This was the intention of communist infiltration of the legal system specifically targeting civil rights.
The North American Man/Boy Love Association (NAMBLA) is a pedophile and pederasty advocacy organization in the United States that works to abolish age of consent laws criminalizing adult sexual involvement with minors, and for the release of all men who have been jailed for sexual contacts with minors that did not involve coercion. Some reports state that the group no longer has regular national meetings, and that as of the late 1990s, to avoid local police infiltration, the organization discouraged the formation of local chapters. Around 1995, an undercover detective discovered that there were 1,100 people on the rolls. As of 2005, a newspaper report stated that NAMBLA was based in New York and San Francisco.
In 1993, the International Lesbian and Gay Association achieved United Nations consultative status. NAMBLA’s membership in ILGA drew heavy criticism and caused the suspension of ILGA. Many gay organizations called for the ILGA to dissolve ties with NAMBLA. Republican Senator Jesse Helms proposed a bill to withhold $119 million in UN contributions until U.S. President Bill Clinton could certify that “no UN agency grants any official status, accreditation, or recognition to any organization which promotes, condones, or seeks the legalization of pedophilia, that is, the sexual abuse of children”. The bill was unanimously approved by Congress and signed into law by Clinton in April 1994.
IN 1994, ILGA expelled NAMBLA and two other groups (MARTIJN and Project Truth) because they were judged to be “groups whose predominant aim is to support or promote pedophilia.” Although ILGA removed NAMBLA, the UN reversed its decision to grant ILGA special consultative status. Repeated attempts by ILGA to reacquire special status with the UN were eventually successful in 2006.
Gregory King of the Human Rights Campaign later said that “NAMBLA is not a gay organization … They are not part of our community and we thoroughly reject their efforts to insinuate that pedophilia is an issue related to gay and lesbian civil rights.” NAMBLA responded by claiming that “man/boy love is by definition homosexual,” that “man/boy lovers are part of the gay movement and central to gay history and culture,” and that “homosexuals denying that it is ‘not gay’ to be attracted to adolescent boys are just as ludicrous as heterosexuals saying it’s ‘not heterosexual’ to be attracted to adolescent girls.”
In 2000, a Boston couple, Robert and Barbara Curley, sued NAMBLA for the wrongful death of their son. According to the plaintiffs, Charles Jaynes and Salvatore Sicari, who were convicted of murdering the Curleys’ son Jeffrey, “stalked … tortured, murdered and mutilated [his] body on or about October 1, 1997. Upon information and belief immediately prior to said acts Charles Jaynes accessed NAMBLA’s website at the Boston Public Library.” The lawsuit further alleged that “NAMBLA serves as a conduit for an underground network of pedophiles in the United States who use their NAMBLA association and contacts therein and the Internet to obtain and promote pedophile activity.” Jaynes wrote in his diary, “This was a turning point in discovery of myself…. NAMBLA’s Bulletin helped me to become aware of my own sexuality and acceptance of it [...].”
Citing cases in which NAMBLA members have been convicted of sexual offenses against children, Larry Frisoli, the attorney representing the Curleys, argued that it is a “training ground” for adults who wish to seduce children, in which men exchange strategies on how to find and groom child sex partners. Frisoli also claimed that NAMBLA has sold at its website what he called “The Rape and Escape Manual” that detailed how to avoid being caught and prosecuted. The American Civil Liberties Union (ACLU) stepped in to defend NAMBLA as a free speech matter and won a dismissal based on the fact that NAMBLA is organized as an unincorporated association, not a corporation. John Reinstein, the director of the ACLU Massachusetts, said that although NAMBLA “may extol conduct which is currently illegal”, there was nothing on its website that “advocated or incited the commission of any illegal acts, including murder or rape”.
The Curleys continued the suit as a wrongful death action against individual NAMBLA members, some of whom were active in the group’s leadership. The targets of the wrongful death suits included David Thorstad, a co-founder of NAMBLA. The Curleys alleged that Jaynes and Sicari, who were convicted of the rape and murder of their son, were members. The lawsuit was dropped in April 2008 after a judge ruled that a key witness was not competent to testify.
As a result of the existence of NAMBLA which started in 1978 there are countless rapists, pedophiles, and sexual deviants that have been allowed to openly express themselves which directly attacks the moral aptitude of America. Communists knew that if the American people could no longer differentiate between right and wrong they would lose their way and fall to the collectivism of communism by default seeking safety in numbers. The attack against American civil liberties through the mask of defense was to frighten, outrage, and move patriotic sentiment away from The Constitution, and toward social collectivism opening the psychological door to communism.
In this way lawyers have been used to destroy the American family through easy divorce legislation, cases where schools can infringe upon family through inference, and children are not even allowed to make certain shapes with their hands so to quell the sentiments of the collective society. Individuality has been attacked for the “greater good,” and the cases that paved the way were those centering around NAMBLA—which were so extreme that once accepted, case-law allowed the book of interpretation to be opened widely so that right and wrong behavior were no longer applicable.
This has always been the intention of Communist Plank #16, and the result is all around American society today. It is the cause as to why most people simply shake their head in bewilderment when they hear the latest atrocities on the nightly news and seek collective activities of association to protect their fragile minds from further imposition. The intention of global communists during the 40s and 50s were to bring to the next century in America a nation that had no moral ground to stand upon allowing communism to penetrate the borders of capitalism and destroy it forever. Capitalism is an economic system where the morally good tends to succeed over the bad, so judgments of value must be removed before communism can be accepted by mass society. The intention of Plank #16 was to achieve this eradication of value so that communist driven economies could flourish in the open with no other options of acceptance available and the path to that behavior has been paved through the open attack of value through American civil liberties by organizations like NAMBLA.