Review of the Restaurant Gordon Ramsay in Chelsea, London: A culinary journey that starts at the door

img_2418Seldom does something ever exceed the way it is envisioned in one’s mind, but when it does, the circumstances of its uniqueness, and quality, often haunt you with eternal wanting, hoping to duplicate the experiences which never does happen again. That’s what happened to my wife and I along with my oldest daughter and my son-in-law after celebrating my wife’s birthday at the Restaurant Gordon Ramsay in Chelsea, London.  It was an experience well beyond celebrity that deserves quite a discussion so please do sit down dear reader and take a bit of a literary journey, because it will be worth it.  I promise.

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It was a few weeks before Thanksgiving 2016 in the United States and my wife and I were watching several recorded Chef Ramsay shows on our DVR, which we had to catch up on due to the recent election which took a higher priority—and we were feeling good about things for the first time in a long time. So we were in a celebratory mood and started talking about her upcoming birthday—still many months off at that point—but the discussion arose and she revealed that if she could do anything in the world, she wanted to go to a Chef Ramsay restaurant.  Of course we discussed going to one of them in Las Vegas, or New York but neither of those options sounded good to her.  She wanted to go back to where his whole media empire started and taste the food from what is considered to be the best of his best restaurants—the tiny little thing he started in first which has maintained his three star Michelan-rating for almost two decades now.  After all, there are only three such restaurants in all of London making the Restaurant Gordon Ramsay one of the best restaurant’s in all of Europe—which is saying a lot considering how much emphasis food and wine are to the birthplace of western culture.  That was after all why my wife and I watch Chef Ramsay together  I like his management style—she likes his playful domestic manner and creativity in the kitchen—so his many television shows are something we enjoy as a couple.  img_2417So not surprising when I posed the question—where would you like to go on your birthday—no matter where in the world—what would it be, and she flatly stated she would like to go to the Restaurant Gordon Ramsay.  From there I found ways and reasons to make it happen and now that much is history.  We made reservations exactly 90 days in advance and booked our travel arrangements immediately.  The Restaurant Gordon Ramsay is the kind of place that penalizes you if you cancel so we understood that we were making a commitment to something half a world away that demanded we be there at a certain specific time and in a manner of dress—a “smart dress code.”   Once we made that reservation for us, there was no going back.img_2384

Fast forward to a bumpy plane ride across the Atlantic, a train ride from Canterbury where it is my daughter’s second home and a long walk from Charing Cross station way up in Westminster, London. We intended to walk to Chelsea and see the sites along the way dressed formally.  We knew the walk would be long so we gave ourselves an hour and a half to get to the restaurant and as it turned out, we barely made it by our 1 PM reservation.  My wife had brought walking shoes for the hike, and had to literally change into her high heeled boots once we arrived with three minutes to spare in front of the Restaurant Gordon Ramsay with three minutes to spare and sweat running down our faces from an unusually warm February afternoon.  It was from there that we were launched on a culinary journey which started down a long narrow hall that to me was quite purposeful, the entrance was very artistic in that it kept visitors from seeing the dining room until one entered the heart of the restaurant almost like the journey down a birth canal into a resurrection at the reception area.img_2387

My curiosity about the place which persisted well into our meal was that for Chef Ramsay, who is a major star on the Fox television network in the United States—this restaurant in Chelsea for all its reputation is very, very small. It was all he could afford as a young 33-year-old entrepreneur trying to make it big in London for the first time after being taught in the high-pressure wringer of French society and the delicacies of being a top tier chef and among the best of the best.  You would think there would be large neon signs pointing to this little treasure—or that they’d move the location to someplace more spectacular.  Yet the little restaurant was situated along Royal Hospital Road just a few blocks up from the River Themes.  It was in a residential neighborhood hidden literally from the world with only a little autographed sign by the door to reveal what was hidden to the world inside.  Yet this little place that could barely hold 50 people was filled to the brim on a Friday afternoon and it stayed that way for our entire 3-hour culinary journey which never stopped trying to impress us even at the very end when we were given a tour of the kitchen by the maître d’hôtel which I thought was highly unusual. Yes, it was extraordinarily expensive as should be expected but it’s the kind of place that you don’t go unless you are prepared for that kind of thing, where a bill can easily run up over $1000 dollars US for a table of four. Most people dining with us at lunch looked to average about 375 GBD ($465 US) per person at a table especially those who ordered off the Prestige menu or took advantage of the A la carte menu which allowed visitors to really dive down deep into the culinary experience.  By the time you added a few bottles of wine such as the Chateau d’ Esclans ‘Garrus’ Cotes de Provence, the costs of the meal naturally escalated into the figures mentioned.  But you really don’t go to a restaurant like this thinking about the money.  You come to these places with disposable income and you don’t think about the bill otherwise you’ve defeated the experience.img_2389

With that in mind we ordered off the lunch menu which was more than sophisticated enough for us. I ordered a three-course meal which started with a Dexter beef tartare complete with nasturtiums and Manni olive oil, a Jerusalem artichoke, a Roast venison with Jerusalem artichoke, alliums, and elderberry ketchup followed finally by a Custard tart with blood orange, mint, and mascarpone sorbet.  That last bit of dessert was simply jaw dropping delicious.  It all was, but the desert really impressed me.  My family picked other items from the lunch menu and the diversity was too much for me to keep track of—and the chef was nice enough to throw in extra surprises as they called them—almost a whole new meal worth—and my wife was treated with a small chocolate dessert with a simple candle on it for her birthday that looked like it was art on a plate.  As we were asked how our meal had been I had told them that it was to die for—which the maître d’hôtel responded, “but don’t die yet—for we have more for you.”  That is when the staff would bring out little extra bits for us to try to swoon over until we realized that we had been eating for over three hours—which was the longest dinning experience I had ever had.img_2381

So how do they keep that valuable three-Michelan star rating—well, they were not short on staff. Even though the dining room was extremely small—as I said—it would be lucky to hold 50 people, they had literally enough staff to nearly fill that restaurant if you combined all the behind the line staff with the front of house.  My son-in-law went to the restroom at one point and his napkin fell on the floor.  My daughter picked it up to put it back in his chair thinking that it hadn’t violated the “5 second rule.”  But one of the dining room workers had swept in to gather it up and replace it with a clean one, and we didn’t even know anybody was watching us.  There was always someone there to pull out one of our chairs to let us up, or tuck us back in after returning to our table, to keep our tables free of used dishes or even to pluck up bread crumbs that had fallen away while eating bread samples.  One thing for sure, Chef Ramsay might have been in Hollywood most of the time now working on his television shows after getting this little restaurant in Chelsea off the ground with three intense years of hard work personally put forth by him as the foundation—but he wasn’t taking any chances with this place.img_2382

I watched the way they seated the dining room, which is why they were so strict on their reservations. To their benefit the Restaurant Chef Ramsay had built their business around guaranteed customers that would come in at specific times allowing the kitchen to work each table to maximum effect.  They knew each day how many tables they would have and how to provide their works of culinary art to the specifics of each table.  If the restaurant had been any bigger that would have been much more difficult—and this kept the kitchen from being overwhelmed by unpredictable walk-ins.  Ramsay had taken his reputation and marketed it in a way of extreme quality so that uniquely the kitchen paced the flow of work—not the spontaneity of the visiting public.  It was very smart and truly was one of the best restaurants in Europe—and it knew it. It had a swagger about it that was undeniable.img_2393

At the end the maître d’hôtel of course asked how everything was, and I replied that now we could all die happy.  He was an Italian who knew how to work the room, but over the last three hours we had come to some understandings about each other and he seemed to really enjoy our company, and our naiveté about the diversity of food they served there.  After all we had come so far to have dinner and had anticipated it for such a long time—and we were already fans of Chef Ramsay and wanted to like everything.  We had walked many miles in formal attire to get there through the streets of London on a tight deadline—so we were very open to a good experience and his staff obviously recognized that and enjoyed serving us—because of the positive feedback when they came to our table.  So he said to me, “Well, don’t die, but simply come back and do it again.”   Then he invited us into the kitchen for a look behind the scenes which for me was what I really wanted to do.  I had watched Gordon Ramsay in that very same kitchen on television trying to earn his first Michelin Star so I was very curious.  The kitchen was spotless.  The workers, very industries and attentive and it was quite impressive to see so much staff all working diligently toward a quest for perfection in the purest version of the word.  It was a perfect example of the Metaphysis of Quality which I talk about often.  Gordon Ramsay from a half a world away in Hollywood now is able to preserve his very first restaurant even from such a distance because he had established a very front of the train standard that now carries over into the culture of Restaurant Gordon Ramsay everyday by his staff who clearly understand the expectations.img_2421

So if you are ever in London and really want to eat in one of the finest restaurants on planet earth, then you must make the Restaurant Gordon Ramsay part of that quest. I’ve been to very nice restaurants in America and they weren’t like this—the people, the place, and the food were simply dedicated to the same objective as all the stained-glass windows served in Medieval Europe—to awe the public into grasping an everlasting divinity.  The food at Restaurant Gordon Ramsay was meant to awaken in the people eating it a majestic achievement and to defy the laws of mundane compliance to the basic essence of dietary sustenance. The place itself was a rebellion against normalcy and a yearning to be more than just human.  And yes, it was worth traveling over 4000 miles to visit.  It was worth all expectation and everything it took to get there—and I would do it again—and likely will have a bigger group of family members with me the next time.  It was an experience I’d want everyone to have if they could, and something that should be done at least once in a lifetime.   It was simply that good.

Rich Hoffman

 CLIFFHANGER RESEARCH & DEVELOPMENT

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The Trump Press Conference of February 16th: A world watching and learning what a tough American looks like

How big was the noon day press conference with President Trump announcing his new labor secretary and answering questions about Michael Flynn, the Russians, Iran, Fake News and the state of his White House? Well, I am writing this from the United Kingdom and I can report that it was carried live for the entire duration and the faces of Europe melted off in horror.  It was just wonderful.  In fact, it was another game changing press conference that altered the way presidents act toward the media in the future. It was a new standard of unprecedented aggressiveness and confidence that pushed back against a global media that had been ankle biting Trump constantly over the last couple of weeks fully expecting the president to do nothing but take it. The media, as a whole had been caught poking the dog too many times and now it had finally turned around and bit them in ways they never expected.

The honestly was refreshing. Obama administration left overs from the intelligence community had been spying on Donald Trump and his people then leaked news about Michael Flynn to the press in a highly illegal endeavor in order to utterly destroy the new administration.  The action was vicious, so they had what has been coming.  Trump had every right to do what he did and hold such an unusual press conference.  He had every right to stick it to the media.  Who did they think they were to lash out at him and not get it back?  That’s not what we elected Trump for.  Trump was elected to prevent a civil war, not to create one.  Trump is our offering to prevent armed conflict—or did the media already forget that?  The old way was never acceptable.

And in the wake of the press conference the media was aghast. In England it was all the talk of the day, it was on the front cover of every newspaper and served as wall to wall coverage on every channel.  In Europe, they had simply never seen anything like what the American Donald Trump had done to its media.  When Trump lacerated the BBC you would have thought that all of England was insulted—at least those progressive holdovers who didn’t understand that France was about to be overtaken by a conservative party—just as what was happening in the UK.  They were oblivious as to the lack of protocol Trump exhibited and it obviously scared the world who had learned to take it for granted that American presidents were paper tigers—and never followed up with anything.   When Trump indicated that he wasn’t going to tell the media what he was going to do to Iran, and North Korea for their recent hostile actions—the press seemed shocked that Trump had actually been thinking about it—and wasn’t waiting for some advisor to tell him what to do.  The thought that Trump wasn’t clamped to some advisors of the old world was more terrifying to them than what was actually said.

I was on a train to London watching the people reading the papers on the Friday after the press conference. It was my wife’s birthday and I had something really special planned for her and we were on our way.  The conversation on the train was curious disdain.  Many of the people riding were obviously people who supported staying with the European Union.  Some who sat quietly reading the newspapers with Trump’s image blasted on the covers digested the information quietly, perhaps they were supporters of Brexit.  But to the un-American minds of the world, they simply were shocked by Trump’s audacity which brought a smile to my face.  The impact wasn’t just in America, it was clearly a press conference that changed the world.  Normally presidents of the United States don’t command live coverage on foreign networks, but Trump had and the results had shocked everyone.

Everywhere I have gone in Europe Trump’s name has come up. People would ask me what I thought of the Yank and when they learned that I was a supporter they would shortly respond—“well, you can keep him then,” then change the subject to something more friendly.  But Trump was on their minds and he was making news in ways that most people just weren’t used to.  This was exactly why I voted for him—because honestly, I wanted to save people from the potential of armed conflict by putting someone like us in the White House who would never back down, would never yield to the media or the political machine and had a mind to utterly destroy the established order if it stood in his way.  In England the people have never had such personalities in their life, and if they ever did, they killed them during the many rebellions that had previously been crushed by the kings and the churches.  The English people who had survived were nice compliant people who didn’t like to disturb established orders.  They just simply overlooked the power-hungry and put up with them as a nuisance, so what was happening in America was simply unfathomable to them.  As a country, they have chosen a more passive aggressive course through life—so they aren’t used to people saying what they mean then acting on it.

Yet it made me proud to see President Trump fighting back the way I hoped he would all those months that I picked him to win and supported his candidacy, even when it was unpopular. Nothing against Ted Cruz and some of the other Republicans running—but it should be clear to them by now that they didn’t stand a chance in hell at standing up to these forces.  Only someone like Trump can do it—when you have your own spy agency eavesdropping on you working hand in hand with the mainstream media while hostile countries around the world tested the new president with pressure that would destroy any normal man—I always knew the game that had to be played to win, and Trump was my pick from the outset—and it’s nice to see everything coming together in my mind.   It was even better to see the reaction on foreign soil to really get a sense of the changes happening across the world as a result of Donald Trump.  Trump is pushing all these negative forces to their own collapse and that is better than any armed conflict.  What Trump is doing is the most humane way to preserve that beacon that the world looks to in America.  Even though they secretly resent America because they aren’t in the United States, most people around the world are better off because of America.  Even as foreigners in Europe snarl at American life as too fast paced and loose—they enjoy Kentucky Fried Chicken which is everywhere and the golden arches of McDonald’s.  Without American capitalism, most of the people in Europe wouldn’t have much to do but wait for some king to give them some land or a court appointment to raise their station in life.   Even on the trip to London, the people critical of Trump secretly rooted for him because he was the great underdog they dared not to be themselves, but hoped would stick his thumb in the eye of the world that suppressed them—yet they dared not admit such a thing publicly.   For their ancestors swung by the gallows for such thoughts—or were burned at the stake.  Not in America.  And especially not this American president.  Trump was something special, and I am so glad we have him—and it won’t take the world long to join me in that sentiment.

Rich Hoffman

 CLIFFHANGER RESEARCH & DEVELOPMENT

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The Canterbury Cathedral: A step on the way to eternity

canterbury-4It was something I’ve wanted to see for many years because of its place at the center of western civilization. Standing for over a millennium to shape the ideology of the civilized world—to be one of the only lasting vestiges of the Roman Empire for which it was born and gave birth to the nation of England in the form we know it today—the Cathedral of Canterbury is an awesome thing to behold.  It sits atop the highest point of that little pilgrimaging town protected by law not to have any rivals holding the progress of mankind to its history it still sits perched above all else in a way that just isn’t seen in America anywhere.  In New York skyscrapers would have long overtaken such a structure, but not in Canterbury where its Cathedral is still the star of the show and will remain that way for the rest of the foreseeable future.  In many ways the Canterbury Cathedral is the very definition of America’s desire to have a separation of “Church and State” as defined by our Constitution which essentially changed the world and launched the most productive country on earth because the pent-up abilities of the human race had been stuck for over two thousand years under the weight of places like the Canterbury Cathedral and the kings who held the throne in London—which evolved directly out of the Roman Empire in Italy.canterbury6

The figure I’ve long admired was Thomas Beckett the Archbishop of Canterbury. If you’ve ever wondered why there is a piece called “bishop” in the game of chess—you’d have to understand the role they played in monarchal politics as for many centuries they were directly challenged by power-hungry kings for the right to rule the minds of mankind.  And kings often used them to acquire power and to keep them busy so not to allow the church to impose itself on the aggressions of the monarchy.  So bishops—especially archbishops, had their role in European politics that were quite spectacular from the perspective of a scholar, but a pain to the public stuck between the church and the state.  In fact, it was in Canterbury that the pilgrims which left for America and started the Holiday Thanksgiving launched—because they had enough of being stuck between the church of Canterbury and the politics of London.canterbury7

Henry the II had pushed Thomas Beckett beyond his limits and provoked four knights to seek out the big man at the Cathedral to murder him in cold blood to appease the king. The reason was that Beckett refused to allow the king to believe he was superior to the papacy.  King Henry II really didn’t mean to, because Beckett had been his friend for a long time, but his quest for power overtook him to the point of murder.  Beckett was killed right in the Cathedral which made it an interesting place to visit, I wanted to stand in the spot where the knights had spilled out his entrails and stained the floor with blood.  I felt fortunate to go through the door where the knights had come through to kill Beckett and to stand and face a murder I had read about for years.  To me it was like visiting the site of the murders of Helter Skelter—an event of such evil and propensity that to attempt to understand it, you have to see and touch the surroundings.   After all, Beckett knew they were coming to kill him and he refused to lock the door to prevent it. And for the knights to approach the Cathedral knowing what they intended to do—I had to see it for myself.canterbury8

Once Beckett had been buried at the Cathedral down in the crypt which I was also able to see, pilgrims began to flock to Canterbury to visit the tomb of the slain and beloved Archbishop. It was this action that provoked the entire novel, (poem) The Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer which chronicled the many pilgrimages to Beckett’s tomb from all levels of society—and is one of my favorite works in literature.  It was Chaucer in fact that launched the age of great literature which then launched the western world.  For me it was interesting to walk the streets that Charles Dickens, Chaucer and many others had walked before to see the roots of their musings.  But there was nothing like the Cathedral to lay eyes on because of the ruckus it caused in the minds of mankind in so many ways—and to see it, and touch it was something that was for me necessary.canterbury9

As my wife and I went to visit the site it was obvious the church had long lost its power and what we were seeing was simply a ghost from the past. Canterbury is stuck in the shadow of its own history as immigration has fundamentally changed the nature of the old town into something less English and more European.  The days of great literature were gone as the minds of the inhabitants either settled into those shadows or left for their own glory leaving behind directionless ambition to study the old monuments with open notebooks only to learn nothing applicable to the modern world.  The caretakers of the Cathedral were quick to emphasize that the place was a nondenominational church now.  In 1536 the Reformation was well underway and the government turned against the papacy once and for all.  After a hundred years of that the pilgrims tired of the struggle between church and state left for North America to live as freely as they could.  From the time of Beckett’s slaughter on December 29th 1170 to the writing of Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales in 1389 AD to the destruction and looting of Beckett’s tomb in 1538 a very careful and pointed ache of understanding had attached itself to the human race.  The kings of England had lost their godly justification to rule and turned more toward war to keep their people busy colonizing the world with empire pride to unify their kingdom.  These forces of course would collide once and for all in America—the pilgrims who had left centuries earlier with the immigrants fleeing the king’s influence now that the Reformation had destroyed the church which built their country and people became free for the first time in all of human civilization.  It was something to walk about the Cathedral and see the tomb of Henry the IV, the Black Prince, and the spot in the crypts where Beckett had rested—along with many hundreds of others buried in that historic place haunting the modern world with a foot back in time to when human beings were still trying to invent themselves in the wake of the Romans, the Greeks, and the Minoans (Atlanteans)—The Sumerians, and whatever came before them which is likely long gone now to the eyes of history. The Canterbury Cathedral served as a testament to mankind’s history and eventual evolution so it was a place to visit that was necessary.canterbury11

Whereas the church has lost its power in Europe the effort has not led to a gain of intelligence. It can’t be helped but to notice that people are not better off without the church and its influence, but worse.  Their freedom from religion and the state has not given them boundless philosophic presence, but left them standing naked and exposed to the cosmos—and an anxiety has emerged that cannot be covered up with drunkenness or upward social mobility.  At the Cathedral, monks spent their time reading and contemplating—thinking which was the real magic of the place.  If you take away religion, the scholarship offered by the church made people better because it at least encouraged people to be smarter.  These days the shaping of minds has moved from religion to our modern media—but the imprisonment of reason is the same.  To understand it, it helps to walk an ancient cathedral and visit the tombs of the most powerful people of their day and see how small their highest aims at life really where.  And to notice how the cathedral architecture aimed to be bigger than anything human beings should build for worldly affairs—to reach up and touch the majestic of something greater.  But they missed the point, and not all to their fault.  After all they were the first to get there and we today have the benefit of hindsight.  It is in that context that I found the Cathedral not a tomb of the dead, or place of the murdered, or even the destination of many pilgrimages over the centuries—but a step on the way to a heaven that isn’t so much “out there,” but much more personal.  It is certainly a place worth seeing, especially to those who love books and scholarship and the zeal to be greater than our terrestrial surroundings.canterbury5

Rich Hoffman

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The Battlefield of Canterbury: Sex, Chess, and Empires

It was a good opportunity that reflected the many challenges we see facing the world. My family had the chance to have dinner in one of those European experiments where the lines between men and women were blurred and the experiment of the nations to blend all the nationalities of the world into one earthly soup was well underway and had found its footing.  It was Valentine’s Day in Canterbury, England and the many fine restaurants and pubs which lined the pedestrian area from Westgate Tower down to the famous Cathedral were surging with activity.  Many couples were walking about doing the modern simulation of a “date,” yet there was something missing—and even worse—there was a lack of interest.  Most of the restaurants were nearly empty when it should have been their best night of the year.  What was going on?  This was obviously the creation of the open border advocates because I could see couples, men and women of different races together, there were open gays, there were young and old people and there were many from east European countries bordering Russia—immigrants drawn to the charms of Canterbury treating the city like a library for which nobody ever checks out the books—but just hangs out to put their feet in a history that has little connection to them.  This is what George Soros wants America to look like and was essentially a glimpse into the world of his kind for America.  And it was obvious to me that it was an experiment going wrong by the second.canterbury

Canterbury reminded me of Gatlinburg, Tennessee in a lot of ways only instead of being a former logging village that had grown into a tourist hub, Canterbury was the religious center of the western world—and linchpin of literature—and had become a kind of Paris just across the Channel into the old battlefields of WWII—the quant town of Canterbury was now the hub of the wheel for European progressivism which would spill over into London eventually. It was obvious to me that the chess board had been laid out long ago—progressivism seeking to alter the very nature of the human race was using the sentiments of European history—namely the religious monuments of our Roman Catholic past to destroy those institutions in revenge for the first Crusades and the might of the English Empire which followed to undo that nation from within.

As I walked the streets of Canterbury the results on the people were obvious. The town itself watched patiently as the people within it destroyed themselves, like the body of a sick person awaiting a cold to be beaten by its immune system.  Canterbury had seen many battles in its lifetime from the slaying of Sir Thomas Beckett to the current European invasion through sexual revolution—it knew where all this was going as I did.  It’s crooked old buildings sagging from years of life almost laughed at the human race’s transitory appeal toward shallow water historical knowledge and it was in that sense that I found myself endeared to Canterbury.  We both knew the secret and where it was taking things and that in the United States it was our fight to prevent such nonsense in the future.  But the battle itself Canterbury was indifferent to.  From the Roman walls of its empire conquest around 400 A.D. to the many reiterations of Dukes and Bishops fortifying Canterbury over the last thousand years—or even the recent wreckage of Hitler’s attacks during World War II, this fight was designed to overtake all the walls known to mankind and attack with the most potent weapon to date—sex.

Landing at Heathrow in London the situation was very obvious—London which was only an hour away from Canterbury by train had become a sex haven for the young and the Trojan Horse of progressivism was sitting there with everything but a sign calling it that. The nightlife of London no longer is reminiscent of a Mary Poppins story—or the utterances of modern literature in Harry Potter—it is pornography that the youth want and there are plenty of sex clubs available to promise a happy ending for the cost of admission.  The obvious goal was to get people of many backgrounds to have sex and merge their biological process together in revenge for the first Crusades in the Holy Land many centuries earlier.  If the people of the Mediterranean couldn’t beat the British Empire with force through literal battle, then they’d do it with sex.  The net result was what I observed in Canterbury on a Valentine’s Day in 2017—passionless dating all headed to the same goal—dinner, sex—then complaining about your mate online while looking for another lover to fill the insatiable appetite and impatient nature of the typical millennial.  There were no great romances going on in Canterbury which was a shame, because the city is one of the most suited places in the world for that kind of thing.  What should have been a night that filled the memories of young couples forever was instead the remnants of war torn progressives who had launched themselves into a future that lacked value and ambition leaving them empty and only going through the motions.  This was what we were fighting in the United States and why most people in England had voted for Brexit.  They saw what I was seeing and they didn’t like it—and they wanted to save their nation before it was too late.canterbury-2

Human kind just can’t build a civilization on these ideas of primal devices—and sex should not be used as a weapon because it’s worse than a nuclear option. At least when a nuclear explosion occurs, you can see the damage and understand the effects.  With sex, you don’t see the damage of porn addiction and the numb hearts that come with it—from men indifferent to the work of sex because the value of it was cheapened.  On every corner is a willing mate to run the bases with any guy willing to step away from their online gaming long enough to remove their cloths.  Not even a romantic night out in a major European city was enough anymore to do the trick because the value had been so grossly cheapened.  Why go to dinner if you were going to get laid anyway?  So many couples didn’t and the restaurants were suffering obviously.

Off in the corners in the second story rooms looking down into the street were the architects of this mess, the globalists who sipped wine and thought they were winning a chess game against the world that would end Anglo Saxon imperialism once and for all, defeating two centuries of rule by first the Roman Empire, then the British Empire—and now the American one. Finally through sex the nations of the world would unite back to what it was—“they think” before the Tower of Babel separated the nations into chaos so we might all be joined as one worshiping the earth as our next goddess—and where better to do it but in the shadow of Canterbury’s famous Church of England?  But like all masterminds—this evil plot is about to explode in their faces and what’s left of sanity is fighting back as the youth find themselves caught between tradition and progressivism which has left them soiled like human waste waiting to be flushed.  Yes, it was a chess game being played by many minds who think of themselves as one—but they aren’t very smart—and it showed.canterbury-3

Yet the town of Canterbury sat poised to wait out the storm as these current human beings destroy themselves with casual sex, kids out of wedlock, and mixed cultures cheapened by religions that have lost their meaning. Literature once encouraged the mind of youth to step beyond their limits, but pornography has replaced it with the promise to dump their biological anxieties with the cheapness that one uses the bathroom to dispose of the waste they gained while eating a meal.  What was happening in Canterbury was projected to happen to the rest of the world if only things could last long enough.  But to my eyes, all I could see was a Trojan Horse being pushed in with insurgents on board, but they were falling out of a hole in the back as they moved along, revealing the contents inside.  What was happening was no surprise.  It was just disgusting and the cities of the world would survive, but the goal of them and their place in the human experiment might not.

Rich Hoffman

 CLIFFHANGER RESEARCH & DEVELOPMENT

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Enemies at the Gate: CNN and SNL help terrorists by attack Trump women

You know when you are a target when Saturday Night Live goes from providing respectable satire to an outright hit piece lockstep with CNN on their weekly comedy show targeted for pop culture reflection.  People have been talking about it since Saturday, but SNL did one of the ugliest satires on Kellyanne Conway that I’ve ever seen—it was just despicable—not even close to reality as it portrayed her as a psycho.  Kellyanne has went on all the television shows defending Donald Trump for well over a year now and she has stood through the heat—maybe to the point where she needs a bit of vacation time.  When I heard her Bowling Green comments that’s what I thought—she needed a break—maybe a week or two.  Because the media she is dealing with is just hostile.  When Trump declared war with CNN calling them “fake news” which they are, he hit them where it hurt the worst, and that left Kellyanne Conway to stand in a fire that was just impossible to hold back.  Her interviews over the past week with Jake Trapper and other CNN members was rough, as shown below—and Saturday Night Live pounced—because they smelled blood and went for her jugular.  So much for women’s rights, and celebrating a strong female with great access to the president of the United States—from the progressive party platform they want Kellyanne destroyed hoping that by getting to her, they can put a dent in Trump.  And this SNL skit is just how things are done from those villains of the media.  Here is the hit piece on Kellyanne.

The anger was extreme when after all that happened Kellyanne refused to back down and like Trump dug deeper to the extent that she defended the issue of Ivanka Trump’s castigation from Nordstroms cutting off her clothing and jewelry line due to political intolerance.  So Kellyanne defended Ivanka which provoked an ethics investigation from the Utah do nothing Republican Jason Chaffetz who spent four years investigating Hillary Clinton with all the power and evidence sitting right in front of him—yet he failed to do anything to her.  But he promptly cracked down on the personal advisor to the President for an ethics violation when Kellyanne promoted Ivanka Trump’s fashion line because these are women close to Trump and they have been targeted—and Republicans and Democrats both want to destroy Donald Trump and all those attached to him.

Even knowing all that Kellyanne still went on all the shows and performed defiantly even under the hostilities CNN exhibited toward her.  Nicely, Stephen Miller pitch hit for Kellyanne so she could rest her pipes a bit.  But the game they are playing is clear, and it’s for blood.  The Trump administration had hit CNN and SNL where it hurt worst.  Most of the Saturday Night Live broadcast on Saturday February 11th was slanted anti Trump in the extreme including the Sean Spicer skit done by Melissa McCarthy—which was funny, but not even rooted in reality.  What was interesting was that it likely is how the political left does see the Trump administration and reveals just how soft those people really are.

You can learn a lot about your enemy by how they perform under stress.  CNN showed their fangs at Kellyanne Conway—who has given them hundreds of hours of coverage over the last year to discuss Donald Trump.  Without her, CNN wouldn’t be nearly as relevant as they think of themselves now.  If Kellyanne isn’t on their shows, they hurt more than she does.  She can go everywhere else—she doesn’t need them, but they need her.  There is a real fear in them and Saturday Night Live that if they don’t get right with the Trump administration then they have a real possibility of extinction.  I watched SNL very carefully for the first time in over a month, and moments were funny, but mostly they looked and acted scared that the world was leaving the station and they weren’t on the train.  The world was literally changing under their feet and they didn’t know how to deal with it but to lash out like a scared child.

By attacking the Trump women, Ivanka and Kellyanne, they are hoping to disarm Trump’s claims that they are “fake news” because ratings aren’t that great at SNL and CNN needs access to Trump in order to stay relevant for the next several years.  But Trump knows better.  When he talks about “fake news” he’s not just talking about the skimpy coverage that the mainstream provided to the Orlando terrorist attacks as well as many others—it is in the deliberate decision to cover the violence—but avoid identifying the cause—which was radical Islamic terrorism.  The mainstream desire to avoid any reference to Islamic terrorism and apply the actions to “gun violence” or immigrant discrimination is the source of the “fake news” designation, and CNN has certainly been guilty—even if Kellyanne Conway and the Trump administration hurt their feelings by saying it.  The news outlets did cover terrorist events, as Jake Trapper suggested, but they failed to identify the source of the terrorist problem, and attempted to soften the blow of the true reality, which has always been Trump’s point.

The media is guilty of attempting to let villains into our country by way of a Trojan Horse of terrorism hiding among the immigrant communities, and SNL, CNN and many others have been caught red handed.  Their attempt to paint terror with the colors of compassion is their crime for which justice is demanded and to prevent that fate, they are attacking the women close to Trump viciously hoping to barter a truce of some kind.  But that’s not how this story will end.  Kellyanne should take her vacation and rest a bit, because there is plenty to do for her in the coming months.  But in the short run, CNN, SNL, and essentially the entire NBC, ABC, and CBS networks bound together through the New York Times is on the ropes, and Trump knows what to do—and it won’t involve a sissy slap of warning.  They came after his women, so now it’s time to go for their jugular, and they won’t like that.  They need him.  Trump doesn’t need the media.  “They” think that a president like Trump can’t fight on all these fronts, but that’s only because they haven’t seen it before.  Yet Trump can and the way to understand what is happening is to read the ancient book of war written by Sun Tzu.  There we can all see what’s coming—and all SNL can do is hide behind their attack of women who are in Trump’s circle.

Rich Hoffman

 CLIFFHANGER RESEARCH & DEVELOPMENT

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Donald Trump’s Handshakes: Understanding verbal and non-verbal communication on the world stage

There’s a lot of talk about Trump’s handshake with Prime Minister Abe at the White House over the weekend.  Many who don’t know about these kinds of things thought the long photo-op handshake was awkward, which I’m sure it felt that way for Abe.  But you have to understand dear reader that most of what Donald Trump is on purpose.  He is a master communicator and each verbal and non verbal communication method is something he is highly aware of.  So let me explain, and of course I don’t mean anything disrespectful to the Prime Minister—because the handshake wasn’t for the benefit of the two men, but for the cameras and the subconscious communication exhibited—which is to the favor of Japan—especially in the wake of the missile launch by North Korea just a few hours after.  There is an art to the handshake just like there is in most things and if you understand what is going on, you can read a situation based on the way people shake hands.

Notice that when Trump shakes Abe’s hand he pulls him into the president’s big body.  Then Trump often puts his other hand on top to fully embrace the hand of Abe as a sign of compassion, friendship—but more importantly, control.  It’s a kind of wrestling move that lets the person whose hand you are shaking know that you are in control—you decide where the hands end up, and when the hand is released dominating the other person the way an animal marks its territory. It’s an alpha male trait.  Notice in some of the clips shown here that other men do understand what Trump is doing and they try to take charge by pulling away before Trump lets go of their hand.  When we were kids we called it thumb wrestling where harmless children show their dominance over other boys by capturing their thumb under their own to exert control.  It’s usually a meaningless game to the outside world, but among young boys it does establish dominance.  Boys who are routinely captured by other boys tend to follow those who control them in the pecking order games of our civilization for their entire lives.  So for Trump, who is a master salesman and dealmaker, handshakes are a huge part of why he’s been successful, and will continue to be.  The political class of second-handers don’t understand these games of the private sector, so they will easily be beaten by Donald Trump—and that of course scares them.

It is also important to note that Trump doesn’t really like to shake hands—it’s something he forces himself to do.  So it comes out a bit contrived which actually helps the reason for his emphasis.  If the goal of the hand shake is to tell other males that he is the dominate person in the room, then all these contributing factors help him achieve that end, even if things get awkward.  Because long after the handshake the people who had their hands controlled by Trump think about how big he is, how strong he is, how enthusiastic he is, and they start thinking of caving on whatever issue is being debated because they reflect back to the childhoods when they were dominated by other alpha males and realize that it is futile to resist.

I am an extreme alpha male, so I purposely downplay my handshakes when they are with other alpha males.  When they hold your hand too long I usually let go and give them the wet fish hand shake taking control back toward me instead of feeding the power play with the other male by squeezing harder for longer.  My reason for doing that is to create doubt in their minds about how long I can wait out an issue and let them know that dealing with me has different rules than anybody they have ever met before—giving me the leverage of the conversation.  And to that point I’ve shaken the hand of Donald Trump before and it was of the kind involving a couple of quick test jabs to measure the strength of the other person, then a quick release after assessing the alpha maleness of the other person.  If he needed something from me like a photo-op, or a signature on a deal he would have held on longer and tried to pull me into him whereas I would have went wet fish and let go forcing him to realize how awkward holding my limp hand was denying him the benefit of domination.

Another frequent trick use to assert domination over another person is to put your hand on their shoulder or on their back shoulder-blade when walking behind them.  Such movements let other men know that they are being led about by a dominate male and it is a power move designed to take the mind of the recipient back to their childhoods when their parents walked them across the street, or in and out of countless dangers.  With men it can be insulting, but it does force them to recognize the other person as their superior.  With women, they tend to welcome it because biologically they are conditioned to accept such recessive actions from dominate men.  When dating it is customary to put the hand further down into the small of her back when going through a door, or when walking toward a reserved table for dinner—because it is a first step toward the mating ritual for the evening.  It opens her mind to your touch while forcing her to yield to your desires.  With a man, you would place the hand in the center of his back and nudge him along like you would a horse or a cow in the pasture—for the same effect—to assert control.

By the reaction of most of the media regarding the handshake with Abe the anxiety first was to make fun of it to cover what they subconsciously know about the situation.  But the cause of their hostility was the understanding that there was more going on and that Trump doesn’t give a lick about how it looks to the world, he only cares how it feels to the person he’s handshaking.  This dominance works for both men and women, once it is accepted that one person is the dominate figure the other will serve the needs of the dominate figure without question, and that is how Trump goes about making great deals, or satisfying a beautiful wife like Melania.  Most of the communication is raw biology, but what’s terrifying to Trump’s critics is that the president understands these things far better than they do, and they can see it, feel it, and humorize about it—but they don’t really understand it.  Because they are not alpha types themselves and therefore are always the ones controlled, and never the ones who control.

What I’ve spoken about here are basic sales techniques that most really good salesmen and women understand and use on a daily basis as fundamental communication techniques to their craft.  One of the hardest jobs I’ve ever had in my life was a telemarketing job I had years ago where you had to call people at dinner (before cell phones) and convince them to accept your credit card offer during their meal.  We had to use all kinds of key words to get them to stay on the phone with us and to sign them up within a five-minute conversation as their food cooled and their spouses angrily told them to hang up the phone in the background.  If you could learn to dominate the other person, you could get the sale most of the time—and I did.  I applied the same types of techniques at another sales job I had while selling cars where I learned all these handshake tricks from the best in the business including the famous pull the hand of your target into the side of your body and leaning into their ear to whisper something you want to them to think about later—like—“buy today and I’ll have your floor mats cleaned,” or ”I bet your wife will have sex with you more often if you buy the black car.”  Those types of things—these are the ways of living in the private sector and politicians don’t understand or the press that follows them.  The media doesn’t typically cover real estate agents, car salesman, or Wall Street tycoons, so they have no idea what Trump is doing—as he’s a master of all those techniques.  So all they know to do is make fun of him.  But with Abe and the world watching—like Putin, like North Korea, Iran and all the tyrants of the Southern Hemisphere—they see a powerful person who is in charge and they wonder if when they meet him they can do as well as Abe did.  Because half the battle of winning a fight is in winning in the mind of your opponent before they even meet you.  Then when they do, they are at your mercy.  That’s why Trump is Trump and everyone else wishes they were—deep down inside.

Rich Hoffman

 CLIFFHANGER RESEARCH & DEVELOPMENT

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The New Rebel Fashion: Joy Villa wears Donald Trump dress to the 2017 Grammy ceremony

It took a lot of guts for Joy Villa to show up at the Grammy’s dressed in this fabulous evening wear.  Talk about fashion.  I’m sure the faces of the liberal left of Hollywood melted off.  But hey, for years those American insurgents showed up at these award shows in Che shirts and celebrated Mao openly.  And at parties before the drugs and the orgies, they toasted to Fidel Castro.  So they have it coming—Donald Trump is the new rebel fashion and they have to face the fact that their sun has set and Trump is the new fashion for the rebellious creative types.  And they better get used to it.

Rich Hoffman

 CLIFFHANGER RESEARCH & DEVELOPMENT

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