James Comey’s Testimony: The most important aspect of determining “intent” and the neglect of FBI prosecution

Watching the special session of congressional investigation into the James Comey FBI ruling on the Hillary Clinton email problems the essence is this—Comey felt that the Attorney General history over 99 years of patterned behavior that a case of this nature would not have been taken under the presumption of “intent.”  Everything else said is irrelevant.  It was obvious that Comey felt that Clinton had done a bad job of protecting her secure emails as Secretary of State and that she seriously jeopardized her credibility. Yet he did not advance the recommendation of prosecution because he felt the case was too flimsy for an AG at a Department of Justice to proceed with.

Here’s the problem with Comey’s statement—attorney generals are extremely political so their prosecution ratios if the charges are leveled toward characters on their political side of the aisle are of course extremely poor.  It is no surprise that Comey made the political calculation that his case was not strong enough to by-pass the politics of the AG, Loretta Lynch.  Yet, on Friday, July 1st Loretta Lynch under pressure from the disgrace of her meeting with Bill Clinton—Hillary’s husband—she stated clearly that she would accept any recommendation that the FBI proposed.  So it goes on July 5th 2016 James Comey held a press conference stating that the FBI would not bring charges against Hillary Clinton because they could not prove that she “intended” to break the law.  (Because all that evidence had been destroyed by Hillary’s team of lawyers)

When pressed by the congressional investigation specially held under an emergency session on July 7th 2016 however, Comey fell on the historical tendency of prosecution under the DOJ over a long period of time as the reason he did not recommend prosecution—even though Loretta Lynch already stated that she would proceed.  So there was no question that the Department of Justice would proceed with the case which is contrary to Comey’s statements defending his position.  That is the key to this case.  Comey in spite of all his declarations about the importance of his integrity lied about his reasons for not moving forward with the prosecution.  The DOJ would have had no choice but to pursue the case because Bill and Loretta Lynch got caught together in an inappropriate way.

Hey, how do I know these things you ask?  Well, I recently stayed at a Holiday Inn Express.  I’ve read a little law and I deal with lawyers more than I’d care to.  Gotta’ watch how they twist the meanings of words.

Rich Hoffman


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Gun Grabber Leland Yee Going to Jail over Weapons Trafficking: Why we can’t trust government but down the barrel of a potential gun


On Monday June 20th 2016 a host of senate democrats attempted to use the Orlando shooting to pressure GOP leadership into gun control measures on Capital Hill.  Of course, thankfully because of the Republican majority and the powerful NRA their four proposals are going nowhere.  But they’ll keep trying just like their buddy Leland Yee has for years out in California.  The potential attempt had me fueled into a fired up fissure on Saturday when my friend Matt Clark brought up the topic of gun control up on his WAAM radio show.  I had to call at the 30 minute mark and join the vigorous conversation Matt was hosting.

During the call I brought up the news story shown below, where liberal Leland Yee—a gun control champion in California was busted for trafficking in “foreign firearms” on the black market.  Go ahead, read the article for yourself below from The Washington Post:

On the surface, the story of Leland Yee looks like a precipitous fall from grace.

The 67-year-old had risen steadily in the ranks of Bay Area politics since the late 80s, when he was elected to the San Francisco School Board. He then went on to sit on the city’s Board of Supervisors and in the state Assembly. The latter role saw him become the first Asian American speaker pro tem in 2004, making him the second-highest ranking Democrat in the California assembly at the time.

From 2006 onwards, Yee served as a state senator and was plotting a secretary of state campaign when his political visions were curtailed by a federal indictment in March 2014.

The arrest swept Yee and his associate Keith Jackson, 51, up in charges alongside some of the city’s most notorious characters, notable among them Chinatown gangster Raymond “Shrimp Boy” Chow.

Yee also discussed buying weapons overseas and bringing them to the U.S. with two associates and an undercover agent. He accepted $6,800 and a list of arms for purchase in the Philippines.

The maneuvers were not only illegal, but also in stark contrast to what he had long purported to stand for.

Yee told CBS two years before he was arrested: “It is extremely important that individuals in the state of California do not own assault weapons. I mean that is just so crystal clear — there is no debate, no discussion.”

As a legislator, Yee supported strict gun control laws and was named to the Brady Campaign’s Gun Violence Prevention Honor Roll.

The calamitous epilogue to Yee’s career, then, seems to be an abrupt about-face. During his campaigns, Yee had styled himself as an outsider removed from the corruption that plagued San Francisco governments past.

“My parents didn’t encourage me to go into politics at all,” he told Hyphen magazine in 2011. “There was a stereotype in the Chinese community that sees politics with suspicion. Politicians aren’t honorable, they’re corrupt and unsavory.”

Some members of the public have expressed disappointment over his conviction, but many more think the five-year sentence is fair (if not too light) for someone who has admitted to abusing his position.



Let me just say this much, there are no circumstances where more government equates to more prosperity.  By nature, human beings fail when they have too much power and Leland Yee is a fine example of the same type of corruption we are learning about in Brazil, Venezuela and everywhere that socialism is the political philosophy of the masses.  America must have guns—unlimited guns—so that our society can have the means to keep government from becoming all-powerful and ultimately following in the footsteps of liberals like Leland Yee.  Every gun grabbing politician speaking to federal representatives in the wake of the Orlando massacre are potential Leland Yees.  Many of them may be well-intentioned people, but all of them have the potential to become like Yee.  What makes America different is that we do have guns, and we can if there is no other option; use them to protect ourselves from an out-of-control government.  And by the sound of things now, it would seem that we are almost out of other options.

Rich Hoffman


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Transsexual Wal-Mart Cashier at Bridgewater Falls: The audacity of progressive activists attacking family integrity

I’m not a big fan because often degenerates, welfare recipients, and the type of people who are most at home on the Jerry Springer Show populate the premises—but Wal-Mart in Fairfield, Ohio off Princeton Rd by Bridgewater Falls is finding itself the victim of progressive attack.  In spite of my feelings about the place and the people it attracts, I think what Wal-Mart does is wonderful as a retail outlet.  There are many more good things than bad; I’m just not a fan of the place because of the people who are often there.  Take them all away, and I enjoy going there.  Put me at Wal-Mart on a crowded Saturday to pick up mulch, and I’m not a happy person.  But my wife is, she has shopped there for the entire time it has been in that location and it helped raise our family with food options that made it much easier for her to be a stay-at-home mom.  One thing about my wife, she is intensely loyal, so she loves that particular Wal-Mart because it has been good for helping her raise her family with low-cost options over the many years.  She likes the people who work there and finds their company refreshing—mostly because many of them are older people—whom she typically gets along well with.  Since she is a housewife, she is able to go to Wal-Mart during the day when most people are working—and typically has a good experience.

But on March 29th, 2016 the foundations of her reality were shaken to her very core.  She had been there to spend quite a lot of money, she bought most of our food for the week, some other items and had picked up a $300 pair of glasses from the optometrist.  It was a hefty bill to pay and she was enjoying spending the money at a store she believed in—to her Wal-Mart represents raw American value—red, white, and blue patriotism—getting the most products for the lowest cost—lack of unionized labor and goods and services all under one roof.  You can get your eyes checked, a pharmaceutical order fulfilled and have your tires changed all while you shop for groceries, lawn supplies, and pick-up wonderful toys for the grandchildren.  But to her shock for the first time in nearly 15 years, she stepped up to the check-out and only one lane was open—because it was the middle of a weekday and there wasn’t a need for multiple lanes to be open—and what she found was a transsexual kid dressed in blue lipstick, short black hair, a push-up bra, and a black skirt working the cash register.  She had no choice but to go through his lane and she was very pissed off about it.

For context, we choose to live in an area of the country where we don’t have to deal with derelicts like this.   As a couple, we don’t go to areas of the city where gay bars are prominent; we don’t hang out on college campuses, and we don’t go to music concerts where these kinds of people are increasingly commonplace.  Even though I like Key West, we don’t hang out on Duval Street late at night where transsexuals, homosexuals, and transvestites are populating every street corner on the south end.  We don’t go to Fantasy Fest there—where middle-aged repressed sociopaths with above average incomes can frolic in the decadence of a Romanian orgy.  We don’t watch television shows that embrace those types of progressive attributes outside of male and female monogamous relationships.  We don’t want that kind of crap in our life, and we make choices to avoid it.  So it was quite a shock to my wife to have to deal one on one with such a progressive disaster—a full-fledged transsexual that was so flamboyant about his imposition in our community, that he was audaciously challenging anybody to “judge” him incorrectly—because he was protected by law to be an imbecile.  It wasn’t alright with her.

She endured the experience while transacting with the boy but shortly before leaving she just felt disgusted.  So she proceeded to the customer service area to take back all her items and get her money back because she didn’t want to give money to a company that supported such behavior.  She was appalled utterly.  Of course the manager spoke to her and he basically stated that legally they were paralyzed from discriminating against the kid and that if they did, they feared a lawsuit—which I understand is exactly the case.  The law handed down by Supreme courts both state and federal have given us these impositions and my wife was furious about it because now it was in her own back yard.  The kid knew he was protected by law to harass the sensibilities of normal, average, good-hearted American morality, and she was fuming with anger over it.  She gathered up the contact information to speak to corporate headquarters to complain then she headed to the optometrist to take back her very nice new glasses.

Luckily, the lady working the counter was a levelheaded older person who calmed her down.  I won’t go  into the details of what the lady told my wife—because I don’t want to get her into legal trouble—but the short story is this—the other employees working that day agreed with my wife—only they weren’t allowed to say anything about the kid.  They were forced to put up with the little scum bag.  By law, they have had their First Amendment rights taken away from them—the transsexual was allowed to harass everyone else, but nobody was allowed to harass him—by law.  And Wal-Mart’s hands were tied behind their back while progressive attacks of middle-America punched them square in the face.

In the future, my wife simply won’t buy anything if she has to deal with people like that kid.  He shouldn’t be anywhere that customers have to interact with him.  This whole episode reminded me of a trip my family took to the Mellow Mushroom in West Chester.  I like the pizza there, but often find the environment too progressive for my tastes.  Now since Pies and Pints has opened at Liberty Center we choose to go there for fresh pizza instead of the Mellow Mushroom just because that Liberty Center environment is much more conservative.  To be honest, when I am spending $70 to $100 dollars on food I expect an attractive waitress—and by attractive, I’d like her to be a young college girl with good hygiene, speaks in complete sentences, isn’t covered in tattoos and body piercings and is well within the appropriate weight for her height.  If I end up with a guy, he needs to look well-groomed, have short hair without dandruff, and speak respectively.  Usually it’s not a problem, and it’s certainly not sexual—it’s just that beat up old wrecks are not pleasant to be around.  Younger people are like new cars off the assembly line, and when you are going out to eat, you want to see new cars, not vehicles ready for the junk yard.  If we wanted to see that, we’d just stay home.   Chili’s is particularly good about having a nice mix of such people—their recruiting is obviously successful.  They can’t discriminate, but they manage to create a competitive environment to weed out the undesirables. But at the Mellow Mushroom of course they get progressive kids applying because the environment attracts those types of people—and that is the biggest turn-off for me.  On one occasion, we had an openly gay waiter and he drove me nuts.  He was so flamboyant that I almost left—he was really pushing the whole gay thing commenting on my daughter’s clothing along with sucking up to my wife.  Of course, by reading this, you can get a sense of her state of mind.  She hasn’t wanted to go back there since.  I have under professional circumstances, but she hasn’t.  We tend to vote with our feet, so these progressive trends have an impact on a company’s bottom-line.  I considered the $150 dollars we spent there that day to be completely wasted money.  We would have had much more fun popping in a frozen pizza into the oven at home—because at least then we wouldn’t have some gay guy hitting on us and doing who-knows-what to our food between the kitchen and our table.

That is precisely why progressive activists have pushed to have protected legislation allowing kids like that Wal-Mart transsexual to come into our neighborhoods and assault our sensibilities, but they expect not to receive any fire back in return.  They—being the progressive activists deliberately dressing up in blue lipstick and a skirt with a push-up bra to work as cashier at Wal-Mart—intend harm to the lifestyle my wife and I have chosen for ourselves.  They will of course say that we are being “judgmental” and are advocating “hate speech” because the law has empowered them with such beliefs.  What the legal system and the politics that has shaped it neglect is that being “judgmental” is one of the greatest attributes of living as a human being.  Progressive activists and the legal system are demanding that we stop thinking and just accept these incursions against tradition, and in my family, that is not acceptable.  Not at all.  If scum bags like this transsexual kid want to flaunt themselves in front of our faces, there will be consequences.  They don’t have a right to impose themselves on our sensibilities.  If they want to do what they do, they have a right—but through competition, we must have options to avoid them.  I suggested to my wife that she not shop at Wal-Mart, that she stay in places where the prices are higher and along with them, the expectations of the clientele.  But honestly, the Kroger Marketplace in Liberty Township has more than its share of these degenerates shopping there—the situation is endemic to the progressive incursion cast upon us by a political class that wishes to destroy the American family.  She loves that particular Wal-Mart, so she wasn’t open to that idea.  In the future if she doesn’t have options to avoid people like that transsexual employee, she just won’t shop that day.  And that’s the way it’s going to be.  When we go out to dinner, we don’t want a bunch of silly boys prancing around like girls expecting a 17% tip with their hands all over our food—and we don’t want to exchange money with people who look like their hands are disgusting—because if they dress that way—god only knows where their hands have been.  We don’t claim to be modern or hip, we don’t like these changes to the family structure of American society and short of invoking an Amish privilege toward tradition—we certainly won’t be endorsing such lifestyles under any circumstances—especially, with our hard-won money.  It is a shame that companies like Wal-Mart are so terrified of the legal implications of such justified discrimination based on sound judgment.  Because if there were any justice in this world—those types of things wouldn’t happen in our town.  I can see them happening in places writhe with filth, like Las Vegas, Key West, and the various swingers clubs around the world—but not in a family rich environment like Butler County.  The legislators who allowed such things to happen should be ashamed of themselves for not having more courage to stand against progressive activists.  Because that leaves the dirty work to people like me—which is not what we hired you politicians to do in the first place—cave to the worst among us, so that the good would have to just endure the folly.


Rich Hoffman


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Lyin’ Ted’s Sex Scandal: The fire behind the smoke of Super PAC investment–spilling the beans

Let me say this, I don’t like Heidi Cruz.  I felt that way before the Cruz Super PAC went after Melania Trump recently.  From what I’ve seen about Heidi she reminds me of all the school levy supporters that I have called latté sipping prostitutes in the past.  I tend not to trust people who are too religious because to my experience there are skeletons in their closet that they use religion to conceal.  I also don’t trust people who hide behind children.  However, when Roger Stone was talking about the percolating sex scandal on the Alex Jones Show a few weeks ago concerning Ted Cruz, I wasn’t all that surprised.

  When a man or woman has power, members of the opposite sex do try to seduce them as a lottery ticket toward advantage.  When you are a senator and working with a lot of young people—and you are middle-aged on top of the normal temptations, it is not hard to imagine how something scandalous might happen to Ted Cruz.   But when the National Enquirer came out with a major five woman scandal in their latest issue they either put themselves in a serious libel situation, or there is fire behind the smoke.  Given where things are in the presidential race and the premise of the Cruz candidacy—the pure-hearted Christian conservative that is Glenn Beck’s second coming—this revelation provides insight that needs to be explored further. 


I wasn’t going to say anything, but what the Cruz people did—in a roundabout way with the Super PAC in Utah made me mad.  It was a holier than thou presumption that either means Cruz is pure as snow—which part of me has hoped that he was—or he was using religion in the same fashion as so many ministers have–to hide their sexual antics.  And all this would point to Heidi Cruz—there is something not quite right about her.  I don’t want her as a first lady.  Ted Cruz has seemed too good to be true, which usually means he isn’t.  So it will be interesting to see how this story plays out.  I don’t put a lot of trust in the National Enquirer, but apparently this story has been on ice for several months by multiple sources and it was only the Enquirer who took the first step to break it.  Given that the information was first discussed by Roger Stone over a week ahead of this announcement and that one of the women is Katrina Pierson—who is a Trump spokesman, it looks clear that Donald was willing to be a gentleman about the issue until the line was crossed with Melania.  And I don’t blame him a bit. 

I had been watching the Netflix show House of Cards and was enjoying it, except for the sex.  There was just too much sex in it for me.  I finally turned it off when Frank Underwood played by Kevin Spacey and his wife had three-way sex with their treasured Secret Service agent.  It wasn’t just two guys on a girl, it was guy on guy sex and that is something I won’t support.  However, the sex in the show is there for a reason.  People want to see it, it reflects their desires, and is very much indicative of Washington D.C. culture.  There is a part of me that hopes that this Ted Cruz sex scandal is all smoke, and if it is—I hope he sues the Enquirer into oblivion.  But there is something about Heidi Cruz which tells me that it isn’t—and that Trump was alluding to that when he defended his own wife against the Super PAC ads about Melania. 


Further angering me was the finger waving Ted Cruz calling Trump a sniveling coward for attacking Heidi.  There are obvious problems with the Cruz marriage and that does not give Ted the authority to preach to Trump or anybody else what’s right.  His campaign continues to have these kinds of scandals, where third-party participants do hit pieces on his behalf that have been downright dirty.  At least with Trump, he’s out in the open about the things he does.  Ted hides and now it looks like we all know why.  If he can’t keep things cleaner than this during a campaign just think what he and his wife would be like in the White House.  Even after Cruz’s little public refute of Donald Trump—the presidential front-runner was extremely quite on Twitter not posting  anything for over 20 hours as this story developed.  That tells me everything I want to know because that hasn’t happened over the entire six month history of Trump’s run.  Why tick off all of the Cruz supporters when Ted let them down himself?  The reason is that this is more than smoke.

After hour 20, this is what Donald Trump said about this issue, written 34 minutes prior to this writing:

I have no idea whether or not the cover story about Ted Cruz in this week’s issue of the National Enquirer is true or not, but I had absolutely nothing to do with it, did not know about it, and have not, as yet, read it.

Likewise, I have nothing to do with the National Enquirer and unlike Lyin’ Ted Cruz I do not surround myself with political hacks and henchman and then pretend total innocence. Ted Cruz’s problem with the National Enquirer is his and his alone, and while they were right about O.J. Simpson, John Edwards, and many others, I certainly hope they are not right about Lyin’ Ted Cruz.

I look forward to spending the week in Wisconsin, winning the Republican nomination and ultimately the Presidency in order to Make America Great Again.

– Donald J. Trump

Rich Hoffman


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Stupid People Hate Trump: Why Fighters can’t function under rigid plans

I say it a lot; I would never in a million years if given a chance go back in time to a period where I was younger.  I love every year of my life and I regret nothing along the way.  Yet with that said, I consider every new year to be like a graduation.  You earn a reputation with age and wisdom that gives a guy like me the ability to do more.  Donald Trump, because of a supportive father was able to jump into life with his natural gifts very early, so he didn’t have to suffer through much of what I’m about to say.  But it has also positioned him uniquely to run for president with an amassed wealth that nobody could have understood which he has acquire during a lifetime.  Now, I’ve also explained this too, because there is a very scientific reason that Donald Trump is wired the way he is, and why he’s successful.  CLICK HERE FOR THAT FORMAL UNDERSTANDING.  But for the purpose of this article, let’s just say that most people are stupid and they need certain things to navigate through life—from raising children to running a business.  They are intellectually handicapped—likely by no fault of their own.  People like Trump are a rarity—and when you meet one, you have to make special accommodations to utilize their very special talents.   This is precisely why Donald Trump does not get into specifics when he identifies a problem.  Below is a fascinating news story from Sky News which explores the Donald Trump phenomena from all fair sides which will help everyone understand along with this text why Trump is the perfect job applicant to run our American Republican—and also why nobody can outmaneuver him.

It has only been very recently—within the last six or seven years that the people who work with me have stopped asking for a “plan.”  I am the kind of person who can’t stand being held down to the limits of a plan.  Stupid people need plans—for me, they greatly encumber my thinking.  I can walk out in front of any number of people and give a speech with no notes and speak for hours.  I’m a person who can multitask at many levels with a wide array of people to accomplish a strategic objective.  I take only random notes—usually only one or two word entries to remind me of things—but in general notes slow me down too much.  I enjoy thinking on my feet quickly and dynamically—and increasingly it’s the only way that I will endeavor into something.  Prior to these last few years I didn’t yet have a reputation that allowed me to say to very important people, “trust me,” and they would just do it.  Investors, employers, politicians even family members want to know what the “plan” is.  But I could never give it to them because I learned very early, that plans were not dynamic enough for reality.  What is better is to understand the objective then trust your skills as a person to achieve the end result in spite of whatever obstacles present themselves as barriers to achievement.  A banker certainly doesn’t understand that type of thinking—without a plan, they’d have a heart attack.

When I was a kid I got into a lot of fights.  I was always the type who resisted the established authority of the masses, because to me, the people who formed that authority were not as smart as me.  So why would I listen to them?  I have a very long history of breaking the rules of collectivism with a complete disregard—and of course that has caused me to be in a lot of combative situations.  For instance, when someone who is committed to collective enterprise is challenged in such a way they have no other recourse but violence to pull people into their way of thinking.  As an example, way back in my early twenties my wife and I went to visit a friend of ours at his college fraternity.  I didn’t recognize all the “brotherhood” rules of this “frat” house, I simply walked in—stepped across a seal they had on their sidewalk that supposedly meant war to anybody who did, and asked to see my friend who then took me around his fraternity house with my wife for a tour—which infuriated these structured little bastards.  They were so angry with me being there with no regard for their rule driven little fraternity that they couldn’t contain themselves with anger after I left.  But while I was there, they didn’t say or do anything.  The reason was that I had been in many conflicts and people can read confidence in a person—and there was nothing for me to worry about, and it scared them.  I showed no fear of them in the least and they didn’t understand how to “manage” me and it scared them.

The worst thing a fighter can do is go into a fight with a plan.  If you think I’m going to do this, and he’s gonna’ do that, then the moment those things don’t happen—you’ll be lost and you’ll hold your feet into position too long and you’ll get pummeled by the other guy.  You have to know and trust through your training that you can counter anything that anybody throws at you.  Better yet, your only plan needs to be in beating the other guy—and like the great Bruce Lee, you have to be like water—to take any form to achieve the task.  So you step into the ring, you watch what the other guy offers, then you take all your vast skills and utilize them anyway you can to come out on top and win the match.  Early in my life, like 7 through 10 years of age if I had to fight someone after school—I worried about it all day—it made me absolutely miserable.  But after you win a few times and get your confidence under your feet you begin to trust yourself and you realize that the other guy is often thinking in a very rigid way—which makes him easy to beat.  He has in his mind how the fight is going to go and the moment you take that away from him—he is on a path to losing.  By the time I was around 13 to 16 I had mastered the confidence to trust myself in any situation and could think quickly on the balls of my feet.  I’d get into these fights with a formlessness that gave me great liberty in achieving victory, and it worked great.  By then, if I had a fight after school I was actually able to enjoy myself free of worry.  For instance, even though the result was very tragic, CLICK HERE TO REVIEW, leading up to it should have been very scary. Before a big fight, I was supposed to fight three guys at once at a very menacing location.  These boys had spread the rumor that they were going to literally kill me and it was all over school.  Before the fight, I went to see a girl I liked and spent time at her house before picking up some friends and going to see Nightmare on Elm Street at the theater and having a really good time—for some it might have been the best time of their lives—even still.  For me it was just another day in my life—but for them it was the stuff of the best movie they had ever seen.  I was very loose and happy–sincerely enjoying my life.  I was 16-years old at the time and had reached my peak for that kind of thing, and the results were tragic for the other people—which was regretful.  But the point of the matter was that I knew what the objective was going to be and I had a very loose plan on how to achieve it.  Reality presented a whole host of variables that I had to work around—but in the end I achieved my objectives in spite of the obstacles.

I’ve had the same approach in just about everything in my life.  I’ve had some really stupid people that have worked over me try to intimidate my style into falling in compliance with the way they understand things—and I have never complied.  After watching me for years they are no closer today to understanding how or why I do things and why those things turn out so well than they were in the beginning.  I don’t take many notes, I don’t seek the counsel of other people—I don’t ask advice about anything—because why would I?  I trust myself in every situation.  I don’t need to be guided or steered in any way.  Now that I’m older people have learned to just shut up and do what I tell them to, and things always work out for them.  If they don’t listen—then I just drop them and go do something else.  But working in collaboration, or in shared partnerships—forget about it.  It doesn’t work and I don’t have any interest in those types of things unless I’m 100% free to do it my way exclusively.  Of course I have great communication skills so I give people the same respect that I expect and they can thrive as well—but it takes time for people to understand how to trust me.  Without a reputation to go on—which no young person has—it’s hard for people who don’t think in these fashions to understand how to deal with a guy like me.

I see in Donald Trump many of the same traits—reading The Art of the Deal he introduces himself as a multitasker who doesn’t take notes and is quick on his feet.  He is certainly a fighter in his own right that is similar to me in the way that he thinks.  Trump was fortunate to have a father who didn’t try to crush that spirit out of him.  Basically Trump was given a good million dollar loan after proving himself early in life to make his way in the Big Apple.  Of course things worked out for him and he exploded into the kind of person that he is now.  But essentially, he is a street fighter who squeezed the most out of the opportunities that were presented to him.  Most people are not as smart as he is—they are functionally stupid because they don’t understand how he works—so they ridicule his talents for a lack of understanding.  It is odd for me to watch him go through this campaign process because he is a person at the top of his game who is now being scrutinized by a very static political system with the dynamism that infuriates virtually everyone—from voters all the way down to the staunchest supporter of the political establishment.   I would not want to do what he’s doing because it would be infuriating to deal with so many stupid people.  Even getting into his nice 757 airplane you really can’t forget the dumb people around you who just don’t get it.  Donald Trump knows how to make America great again—but he also knows that it will be a fight and the path to get there isn’t known.  What he does understand is that no matter what anybody throws at him—that he can counteract it, and that he will be successful in his objectives—whether it’s building a border wall, or improving the economy.  Unfortunately, most people need a rigid plan to understand how to get there and in politics—the system has been designed as a collective enterprise—which by nature is functionally deficient.  I trust Trump because I trust myself.  Politics will never be the same after his run—that is for sure—but it pains me to watch him be scrutinized by people who clearly aren’t of the same caliber as he is.  I know how painful it is and he is doing it on such a large scale that it has to be difficult.  But I’m glad that he’s willing to do it—because it will take someone like him to pull off the job.   Things are so messed up globally that it will take such a mind with the kind of resources he has to have a chance of fixing things.  But a rigid plan will never get us there—and thankfully, Trump supporters have a good instinct to know that something special is going on even if they don’t quite understand it.  That is the clear message in the news report above—and is the key to understanding Donald Trump and his vision for America which will actually benefit everyone in some way or another toward a destiny only he and a few others can see.  But he can’t put it down on paper for stupid people to see—because they’ll never understand.

Rich Hoffman


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Giants in Ohio Part II: Zophar Roberts’ ‘Eden of America’

I received the following manuscript from a short book likely written in 1800 to 1801 which tells the story of a six-month journey from the Lake George region in New York to a climax of observation in the early frontier town of Hamilton, Ohio.  Within this story is the recollections of the 4th generation grandfather of a Mr. Robert R. Toland who sent this incredible adventure to me providing a window into a world pre-dating historical accounting.  Toland ran across this story while doing research into his family history and found its mention of “giants” within the mounds of Ohio to be of archaeological significance to the study of the subject—which many modern-day scientists have rejected—and would likely discard any reference as a hoax.  The frontier traveler was named Zophar Roberts and the recollection began in the fall of 1800 to the spring of 1801 obviously a decade before the War of 1812.  It is a window into an America that doesn’t get much attention and is relevant from that vantage point.  Even more significant are the first-hand accounts of giants found in the many mounds of supposed Indians that he witnessed while traveling around the newly formed civilization of the Ohio Valley—from Cincinnati to Fort Ancient just north of modern day Lebanon, Ohio.

The first question I posed to Toland after reading this manuscript was whether or not this was a hoax hoping to capitalize off the recent popular interest in this topic, which I have played a part in evolving.  My proposal has been consistent that an ancient—undocumented race of giant people lived in the entire Mississippi region well before the arrival of Christopher Columbus—exposing a major flaw in typical accounts of pre-Columbian archaeology throughout the entire Americas—both the North and South American continents.  He assured me that it wasn’t—and I tend to agree with him.  The journey represents the correct time scale of traveling between towns and taverns in those early days and the sentiments about slavery and God are very consistent to the type of person in Zophar who was born in Providence Road Island in 1760 and watched the Revolutionary War and the birth of a nation as a 16-year-old teenager.  Zophar died 23 years after his journey so it was for him the trip of a lifetime—to see a new world emerging as a bucket list endeavor while he still could—so I found the story’s temperament to be that of a common traveler seeing things he knew would be the first and last time.  There is a playfulness to his observations that I find realistic to only authenticity or the work of a very good author postscript.  His perspective for me gives this document scientific authenticity.  With all that said, I would suggest that you read the entire journey and enjoy it as a day to day diary into the distant past. But pay particular attention to the section highlighted in bold letters.  It is as good of archaeological evidence as the transcription of hieroglyphics shown on a temple wall—before the Smithsonian was established to begin chronicling the history of our nation for the protection of our settlement in it. Keep in mind that the Smithsonian Institution was not created until 46 years after this story and professional archaeology about 50 years after that.  This type of story is all we have of a forgotten time.  I would argue again that the proof of Zophar’s account could be settled rather quickly.  An excavation of the Miamisburg Mound complex in Ohio would put this issue of giants to rest.  I am 99.999999999999999999% sure that what is within that mound are the observations of what Zophar has reported and that the reason there has been no modern excavation by members of the science community is because they are afraid of what they will find, because they have these same reports and they are quite contrary to the position that early established science fashioned as fact.  However, we all deserve to know the truth and science is supposed to be in the business of such matters—not in the maintenance of faulty politics.  Enjoy the story and let it open your eyes to a forgotten time and new possibilities as to the ancestors of North America.




A Tour from Lake George to the

Northwest Territory,

Made in the Fall of the year 1800, and the Winter and Spring of 1801;



Of the Soil, Productions, Rivers, Natural Curiosities, Etc.

Of that

Eden of America.

To which is added,


Of the

Present State of Kentucky.


By Zophar Roberts


“By Travel crown the Arts, and learn abroad

The general Virtues, which the Wise applaud

Whatever worthy thy Remark thou seest

With care remember, and forget the Rest.”



Printed for the Author, at Request of many of his

Friends – MDCCCI


Many things occurred to my mind that made me determine not to say anything in my journal respecting Kentucky. I have, however, been persuaded to the contrary by my friends. But, as I have never traveled through that State and only made excursions to different parts of it, during my stay at Cincinnati, the reader is to expect nothing more than a partial (though just) description. It has also been requested, and I have consented, to annex hereto, a further and more particular account of the present State of Kentucky.

Lake George, State of New York, October 15th, 1801.


I have not begun my daily Journal until I came to Strasburg, 63 miles west from Philadelphia. I shall only say, that I started from Lake George on the 10th of November, 1800, on the 15th of December arrived at Strasburg, PA and crossed what is called North Mountain. Lodged at night at Mr. Skinners’ Inn, in Horse Valley.

Tuesday 16 – In travelling seven miles this morning, we crossed two mountains, viz. Middle Mountain and Tuscarora. We then had a broken uneven country, yet we saw many rich fertile valleys. Lodged at night at Mr. George Wild’s Inn.

Wednesday 17 – After travelling about six miles we took breakfast, travelled two miles further, crossed the Juniata, a noble branch of the Susquehanna, this river, taking its whole course, is perhaps the crookedest river in the whole world; after riding five or six miles we have the Juniata on the right and left, at the distance of not more than ten rods. This river forms many noble bottoms; and notwithstanding its serpentine course there are some excellent masts taken down even to Chesapeake Bay. We crossed the Juniata again about two miles from Bedford; here the river is much pent by the mountains on each side; previous to crossing we had the river to the left and the mountain to the right, for several miles. Here it was, at the time when General Washington was sending an army across the mountains in 1793, to quell the whiskey boys, about Fort Pitt, that the insurgents placed a grave old man in the highway to blast some rocks; the old man had some rocks bored and matches prepared; and at the very instant the light horse came in sight the matches were fired, which were about fifty in number, the report so frightened those brave men, that they immediately turned to the main army, reporting that the insurgents had raised an army of at least one thousand men. We rode one mile further, lodged with Mr. John Emich; here the mountains open and present a beautiful flat.

Thursday 18 – About sunrise this morning, we rode through Bedford, crossed the Juniata several times, and saw some excellent bottom; on leaving the Juniata, we rode ten miles on what is called Dry Ridge. The upland is broken, poor, and very stony, but produces excellent wheat. Lodged at night at William Dorsey’s Inn, two miles from the foot of the Allegany.

Friday 19 – Early this morning we ascended the Allegany, it being very rainy we travelled but about nine miles, put up at a private house with one Mr. Black, a very hospitable gentleman, who charged us nothing for three meals and horse keeping. I wish him an example for others to imitate. He has a large plantation, cuts about 90 or 100 tons of hay, and raises about one thousand bushels of wheat and as much rye. Here is what is commonly called the Glades.

Saturday 20 – It being very bad travelling, this day we proceeded but about fourteen miles; put again at a private house with one Jack Knave, who was really so more than fool.

Sunday 21 – We rode about twenty miles and dined at John Stackdar’s Inn, here we found no good in the people only that they deviated from the custom of the road in charging a higher price. Here too, we leave the Fort Pitt road to the right; proceeded five miles further to Lovengire’s Inn, here we were well used.

Monday 22 – We rode through the hilly rich fertile country, fifteen miles, crossed the Yohogany, and proceeded seven miles further to the banks of the Monongahela, put up at Joseph Beckett’s Esquire, a private house. Squire Beckett is a gentleman.

Perhaps the reader will be disappointed if I do not give a more full description of that mountain, distinguished from others by the name of Allegany. Foreigners are much mistaken concerning this mountain, for it is commonly thought we ascend from one part to near the middle when we reach the summit, and from thence descend to the foot – whereas in ascending we are near as high in going four miles, as in any part of it. This mountain is truly worth notice, great part of which abounds with excellent timber; in general, either oak, chestnut, or white pine, variegated according to the nature of the soil. That part of it called Savage Mountain is beautifully covered with stately white pines, which promise great advantage to the western country in process of time. In passing this mountain we cross many crystal streams, their junction forms the Yohogany, which again falls into the Monongahela, south of the place where General Braddock was defeated. The Laurel Hill is about ten miles wide, and is only the western part of the same  mountain; but one reason why it is spoken of as a distinct place may be, the level land lying eastward, called the Glades, in breadth about 25 miles. In this are situated the great meadows where Washington was defeated; the entrenchments used on that occasion yet appear.

This mountain runs a southwesterly course, and is at present generally inhabited. Though part of the soil is so cold and subject to frosts, that little grain can be expected; yet it is said that grain of all sorts are produced on this mountain. In most places, the soil is good for grass and meadows.

It is very probable also, that it abounds with various mines, and if so, it will be of great utility to the adjacent states. It is said to be sixty miles across as you travel to Redstone. Through the whole as you travel, may lodge every night in very good houses. When we descend the Laurel Hill, which is both steep and stony, we come into that country which is known in distant places by the name of Redstone. This name cannot properly be applied to the greater part of this land, for Redstone is a creek, and the land adjacent makes a very small part of the country. This settlement abounds with more creeks that can properly be mentioned here. These all empty into the river commonly called Monongahela, the proper name of which, according to the Indian pronunciation, is Mehmanowangehelak, which signifies Falling in Bank River. From the richness of the soil, the banks of this river frequently break, and fall into the steam; hence, it takes its name. This river comes from the south, and sixty miles before it arrives at Fort Pitt, it is two hundred yards wide. Several ferries are kept on it, though it may frequently be rode in the summer season. On each side of this river, along the creeks, are settlements amounting to many thousand inhabitants in the whole. In this new settlement, several houses for worship are already erected. It is truly pleasing to see the worship of God here, in a land so lately overspread with heathenish darkness and universal ignorance of God. Who could have expected such a change? But all things are possible with God. There is also a furnace, and iron-works, and glass house. The country along the Monongahela is very fertile, exceeding most to be met with in the eastern states. It is certain that part of it is too rich for wheat, though other parts produce it in profuse abundance. Corn and potatoes are raised to admiration. A gentleman of respectability at Muddy Creek said, that one large potato cut in several pieces, produced the first year, one bushel and a half; the second year the return was sixty-four bushels; neither was any manure used, for the earth is sufficiently strong without it. The timber, which consists of black and white oak, walnut, butternut, and wild cherry; indicates the fertility of the soil.

Tuesday 23 – Very early this morning we started, were detained about two hours before we could cross the Monongahela. Here I should mention an imposition on us by Mr. Scott a tavern keeper, if I thought him a man worthy so much notice. We travelled within three miles of Washington, put up at a private house, name unknown.

Wednesday 24 – Proceeded through Washington, which lies about 20 miles south of Fort-Pitt, still travelled through a country of rich uneven land, yet not stony nor mountainous; till we came within six miles of Charlestown in Virginia; here we lodged at the house of Francis McGuire, Esq. He is a member of the legislature of Virginia. We were entertained in the highest taste, made very welcome, and invitations to make that house our home whilst we tarried in the neighborhood.

Thursday 25 – It being on Christmas morning, we concluded not to travel father than  Charlestown this day and look for our passage by water to Cincinnati; accordingly, after taking breakfast at Esq. McGuire’s, we started for Charlestown at about 10 o’clock A.M. We had not travelled to exceed three miles when we were called to by one Alex. Crawford to stop and help him drink some peach brandy, he repeating the words that “Christmas comes but once as year.” Here, he with true Yankee freedom interrogated us of our nativity, and our business; we with as much freedom informed him. His brother Mr. Edward Crawford said he knew of an opportunity of our getting in an Orleans boat, which he believed would start sometime the next day, and that he himself was going down in it about 30 miles to the Wegee Bottom. He said, if we would not think him too officious, he would at any rate, take his horse and ride with us to Charlestown, and help us get our passage; we all went and agreed for our passage, to start on Saturday. Charlestown is a beautiful little town on the south-east bank of the Ohio. It contains a courthouse, a house of worship and an academy. Mr. Edward Crawford insisted on our returning to his brother’s and taking a Christmas dinner; we returned, partook of a fine repast; accompanied Mr. E. Crawford to his own house and was not a little surprised to see the generosity of the two brothers; could only say “Christmas comes but once a year.”

Friday 26 – This morning we agreed with Mr. Crawford to keep our horse until our return. Spent the day in assisting the owners of the boat, and the day following. Nothing remarkable happened.

Sunday 28 – About 3 o’clock A.M. we took water for Cincinnati, Mr. Crawford along with us, landed at the Wegee Bottom. This was the first time in my life that I ever set foot on the Indian shore, and to do it justice I must say it is a very beautiful place. We partook of a fine repast at Mr. Crawford’s son-in-law. Mr. Crawford accompanied us no further.

Here it may not be amiss to describe our situation aboard the boat; The owners were Joseph Snodgrass and John Potts; Snodgrass appeared to be man of good sense and much inclined to argumentation; He held with myself, that the sun is not fire nor even a body of heat; but that the heat we received was only occasioned by the force of its rays; but contrary to my belief, he held, that by means of its rays, it diminished every day.

The owners had each of them a blanket, but as we had none, we had nothing to lie on but the wet bottom of the boat or barrels. Our furniture for cooking consisted of one tin quart measure, one bake kettle and three spoons. Our provisions were half a dozen fresh hams, a quarter of fresh beef, some hominy and some potatoes. This was owing to there being no necessary articles in Charlestown for sale.

Monday 29 – Had a pleasant warm day for sailing; saw much very good land on each side Ohio, especially about the mouth of the Muskingum.

Tuesday 30 – About two o’clock A.M. we were alarmed by the watch crying “all hands to the oars,” we immediately manned the oars, and experienced such a storm of wind as would make the heart of the stoutest sailor tremble. We were obliged to land and for safety we chose the Indian shore; this was the second time of my setting foot in the Northwestern Territory. As soon as daylight appeared I took a walk for some considerable distance, to view the country; nothing can exceed the richness of the soil: the timber chiefly black and white oak, black walnut, butternut, hickory, hard maple and sycamore. The wind continued to blow from the S.W. which made the river so rough, that most part of the day it was impossible to travel. Traders say, that the wind almost universally blows up [the] Ohio, especially in winter, nor do I remember it otherwise whilst on the river. This must be of great advantage to trade on this river. Perhaps it would puzzle the greatest philosopher to assign a natural cause for this; but it is plain, Providence has ordered it so. About 10 o’clock we made shift to get into the river again, but was` obliged to land again at about 1 o’clock P.M. four miles below the mouth of the Hockhocking. This is very beautiful country; perhaps no place on the Ohio exceeds it for goodness on all accounts. At about 3 o’clock the wind abated and we again proceeded on our way.

Wednesday 31 – We had a very pleasant day for sailing; viewed much good land on each side Ohio. This day too I saw Kentucky’s banks for the first time.

Thursday January 1, 1801 – This morning, as soon as the dawn ushered in, I was called on by the Captain to drink a toast for all aboard, which I did viz. “May liberty and equality, according to merit, universally prevail throughout the whole world,” which met the highest approbation of the Captain. This day the snow fell about two inches deep. We had a prospect of much good land; Kentucky side somewhat hilly. This night was very cold and tedious.

Friday 2 – Continued cold, yet the weather was not colder than our most moderate weather at Lake George. This day very early we passed the mouth of Scioto; no hill scarcely could be seen; this appeared to be as beautiful a country as anywhere in the world. We measured a grape vine that was twelve inches in diameter. This day also, we landed at Columbia, called on Judge Goforth, a gentleman from New York, and a man of good information: he treated us very politely; here we heard of our old acquaintance Mr. John Ferris; we returned to the boat and agreed to leave her; lodged this night at the widow Messer’s.

Saturday 3 – This morning, after a sweet night’s repose, we rose and took breakfast at Judge Goforth’s; after taking our leave we sat out to go and see our old friend before mentioned. The sun shone with unusual effulgence, the benignity which sat visible in the countenances of all with whom I conversed still heightened my imaginations, my heart expanded with joy at the beauty of this new world; when (but how it happened I cannot tell) I stopped at Major Still’s; Mrs. Still informed me my acquaintance Mr. Ferris was dead. Alas! How soon were my feelings changed, nature itself seemed to change her aspect! But why should I lament his death? His death was truly Christian! His death was magnanimous! His death was without fear! He died without remorse of conscience! He died with full assurance of a blest immortality!

The powers of his mind were strong from nature, but much improved by a judicious education and study. He relished with more than common satisfaction the writings of the ingenious. He was an entertaining companion; possessed with uncommon calmness of temper. He was an early advocate for liberty, and felt with keenest sensibility for the oppressed! Adieu.

January 27 and 28 – The weather was so warm that I taught school without a coat or fire in the schoolhouse.

February 12 – The snow fell about two inches deep and for several days the weather was cold and frosty. This was the first snow that fell after the first of January. No more snow fell this winter.

As a particular description of this north-western territory would be long and tedious, and swell this journal beyond its intended size, I shall content myself with giving the reader a general description, which I have obtained from gentlemen of veracity and information.

The country is in general level, nowhere mountainous, but gentle rises and descents, interspersed with innumerable rivulets and brooks, as if by art, that there be no deficiency in nature. In some places the winters are so mild that cattle need no fodder, and no where do they need much; It is said at Chillicothe, the present seat of government, that 5 cwt. of hay is more than sufficient to winter a cow.

The land is in general, of a rich black loam, producing all kinds of grain in the greatest plenty. Corn is raised to the admiration of all our eastern travelers; it is said to yield from 70 to 100 bushels per acre, and some say more. It produces wheat and rye, (when a little worn) beyond what is to be found in any of our New England States. Cotton is the natural production of the country. There is as great a variety of timber here, perhaps , as in any part of the world; it consists of white, black, yellow and Spanish oak, shagbark, and black walnut, hickory, butternut, black, white, and blue ash, hard and soft maple, cotton-tree, elm, Linn, cucumber tree, hackberry, sycamore, coffee-tree, etc. The coffee tree is the same as our imported mahogany, and bears a nut in taste much resembling our imported coffee. There are a few red cedars and pines in some places. Salt licks are to be found interspersed through the country: This must be considered by all as a peculiar blessing of Providence. The salt made from them is excellent, some of which I saw myself. Silver, copper, and lead mines are likewise found in plenty in many places. It is said that there is the richest and best copper mine on the Wabash that there is in the known world; and it is certain that there is silver and lead mines on the Scioto.

In some places a great plenty of coal pits are to be found; this will be in a short time of great advantage in making iron, as ore can easily be brought from the Allegheny Mountain. No country ever known exceeds this for game, and wild turkeys, it is universally allowed, are more plenty than the tame are in any of our eastern states; buffalo and deer are very plenty: the former of which are generally supposed to be the cattle made use of by the ancient inhabitants; there are likewise a great plenty of bears, wolves, foxes, raccoons, etc., etc. Excellent blue, red and white free stone and lime stone abound in many places. Prairies or natural meadows are numerous and some of them extensive; these yield grass spontaneously to the height of a man’s head, and some much higher; this land when tilled, produces wheat, rye, corn, oats, peas, barley, hemp, and flax in the most luxuriant plenty. Fruit trees of all kinds bear incredibly. The greatest curiosities of this country are old Forts and Mounds. I have seen the ruins of some of these Forts (the walls of which are 4 or 5 feet high) that contain ———————–. When or by whom they were built, tradition nor history gives any account; the trees on them are of equal size with the other timber. I have seen white oak trees on and within the walls of these Forts that were at least three feet in diameter. It is judges by the common way of computation, that these trees are 500 years old. The mounds or pyramids are in general about 20 feet base and about 15 feet high; yet there are some not so large, and some that are 20 feet base and 30 feet high. These mounds are filled with human bones, the size of which are very uncommon, such as was never known among Indians of our acquaintance: here are skull bones that will fill the largest crowned hat I ever saw; jaw bones that will completely set on over the largest visage, and from other bones in these mounds that are not entirely demolished, it is judged that there must have been men from 10 to 12 feet high, some say more. In these likewise are to be found, jugs, bottles, breast-plates, etc. Tradition gives no account of what race of beings these must have been, or when, or how, or in what manner they have been extinguished. It is however judged by some that they must have been of a giant race, and that some pestilence or war has swept them entirely off. However, it will forever remain a matter of wonder and admiration.


These mounds are all adjacent to the forts and nowhere else found.

The principal rivers, beginning at the eastern part of this territory, are the Muskingum, Hockhocking, Scioto, Miami, Wabash, and Illinois; the latter of which empties into the Mississippi, the other all empty into the Ohio. These universally abound with a great plenty of excellent fish: cat, carp, perch, and bass are the most numerous; the cat and bass it is said, often weigh from 30 to 80 lb. Besides these there are a great many more of less note.

By an ordinance of Congress this territory has been divided into two distinct governments; the line of division begins at the mouth of the big Miami, from thence follows the river to the head, thence to the mouth of the Miami of the Lakes. When either of these shall have 60,000 inhabitants, they are to be allowed to form their own constitution, provided it to be republican, and nothing in it repugnant to the federal constitution: they shall then be allowed to choose their own members of Congress, and have all the privileges of the other states. They are at present governed by a General Assembly and Legislative Council, without any guide to go by except a Governor appointed by Congress, who has the sole power of appointing judges during good behavior. By another act of Congress the land owned by the United States was exposed to public sale in April and May 1801: it could not be sold for less than two dollars per acre the one fourth in hand. What was not sold at public sale may now be had at private sale at two dollars per acre by paying the one-fourth down, the remainder in annual quarterly payments as before. This country is worthy of notice and justly admired and esteemed by all. Here the farmer will be more independent than in any other country, here he can raise all the necessaries of life and much more, here he can raise as good flax and hemp as are raised in any parts of Europe. The mulberry tree grows spontaneously and certainly the silk worm will flourish and do well; hence he may have plenty of silk. The industrious house wife by overseeing her domestics will cause the same to be manufactured. Here the fair sex will only be educated in the necessary accomplishments of life, science and arts will be the height of their ambition; each one will be emulous to excel in the polite art of making silks, linens, cambric, lawns, gauzes, etc. Here the industry of the fair will give elegancy at home, and fashions to the rest of the world.

April 12, 1801 – This day I left Mrs. Ferris and sat out for home; but to give the reader a particular description of the country through which I came, would swell this journal even to a volume. I shall only take notice of things which I think mostly merit our attention.

To observe the country I chose to go up the big Miami to Mad River, from thence to the forks of Scioto, etc. This day I rode through Hamilton on the big Miami containing about 40 elegant houses, and bids fair to be a place of great business; proceeded across the big Prairie, which is about 27 miles in length, and is divided near the middle by the Miami. Lodged at Mr. John Steele’s, a private house.

Monday 13 – I proceeded through Franklin, Dayton, followed Mad River to its source, struck across to Darby Rover, and on the 16th we came to Franklin, on the forks of Scioto. This town contains about 150 elegant houses, which have been all built within the space of two years.

Monday 20 – I arrived on the Muskingum, 60 miles N. of Ohio; this country is rather uneven yet not mountainous nor stony. The water here is equal to any in the world. The inhabitants are chiefly from the New England states. Here I tarried two days.

Tuesday 28 – This day early I crossed the Ohio, came to Mr. Edward Crawford’s in Charlestown, where I had left my horse when going down. Being unwell I tarried until Thursday.

Friday, May 1 – I arrived at Fort Pitt, now called Pittsburgh; this is a beautiful little town and a place of considerable business. It stands on the head of the Ohio, made by the junction of the rivers Monongahela which comes from the south, and the Allegheny which comes from the north.

Monday 4 – I arrived at Fort Franklin on the Allegheny and at the mouth of the French Creek, 68 miles north from Pittsburgh. The country in general is well adapted to the raising of wheat.

Thursday 7 – This morning I arrived at Fort Le Boeuf on French Creek. Le Boeuf is French and signifies fat cattle or moose; hence it takes its name. Here too are some excellent prairies. This day came to Colt’s station, a pretty little town called Greenfield, 13 miles S. of Lake Erie.

Friday 8 – I stored myself with provisions for three days, travelled to the S. bank of Lake Erie, lodged at Squire Robinson’s, about a mile west of New York line.

Saturday 9 – I had this morning to set out alone to travel 96 miles through the wilderness on the S. bank of the Lake. This, my reader, was a dreary journey.

Sunday 10 – Early this morning I met 170 cattle and 5 men bound for Presque Isle and New Connecticut. At about 10:00 o’clock I arrived at Cattaraugus, a large Indian settlement. The land on this river is much like that in the N.W Territory, and the land previous to this was, in general, very good for wheat. From this I had 36 miles to ride on the beach; in some places the high rocky banks were such that I was obliged to ride where the water was 4 or 5 feet deep. Lodged this night at an Indian camp – the Indians appeared very friendly.

Monday 11 – This morning I arrived at Buffalo Creek, near the mouth of the lake. This day I left my horse, crossed the lake to Fort Erie, spent the day with some British officers, returned at night.

Tuesday 14 – I arrived at Capt. Lawrence Townsend’s in New Jerusalem, commonly called Jemima Wilkinson’s settlement. Jemima Wilkerson is held by her adherents, 152 families, as a priestess and prophetess; they, in imitation of the Apostles and primitive Christians, hold all things in common, and in their conversation use the simple and undisguised style of the Quakers. Strange it is indeed, that this woman should have so many followers, who believe her sent from God, and capable of holding converse with celestial spirits!

Saturday, May 23 – This evening returned to Lake George, in good health, and found my family all enjoying the same blessing.



A brief account of the present state of


KENTUCKY is bounded N.W. by the Ohio, W. by Cumberland River and the State of Tennessee, S. by North Carolina, and E. by Sandy River, and a line drawn due S. from its source, which separates it from Virginia. This country was formed for opulence, for ease and for social happiness. From the richness of the soil, and the temperature of the climate, which exceeds any other of the United Sates, all the various grains and vegetables of the Atlantic States are raised here in profuse abundance; in many instances even to exceed credibility; wheat, rye, corn, oats, peas, barley, hemp, flax, and even cotton are raised to astonishment. It is asserted by gentlemen of veracity, that corn often exceeds one hundred bushels per acre. From the shortness of the winters, which are seldom more than two months, and never exceed three, and the soil being naturally inclined to grass, cattle are raised with greater ease and less expense than in the Northern States; and from the great plenty of corn, the farmer can and does keep his cattle, horses, sheep and hogs, continually fat throughout the whole year, which has enlarged their breed of domestic animals, and made them superior to those of most of the other states. It has been long thought the Silk Worm would flourish here, and experience for a few years past, proves the conjecture not to be ill-founded. The timber which appears to be the most natural to this state is the sugar tree, black and honey locust, white and black mulberry, and the paupaw; besides these, there are great quantities of other timber, which consists of wild cherry of a large size. “The buck-eye, an exceeding soft wood, is the horse chestnut of Europe. The magnolia bears a beautiful blossom, of a rich and exquisite fragrance. Such is the variety and beauty of the flowering shrubs and plants which grow spontaneously in this country that in the proper season the wilderness appears in blossom.”

As far as yet been discovered, the eastern part of the state lies upon a bed of solid limestone rock, in general about ten feet below the surface of the earth, except in valleys where the earth is not so deep. The northern part of this state, along the banks of the Ohio, in breadth from ten to 15 miles, is somewhat hilly; the other parts are agreeably uneven, gentle rises and descents at no great distance. The principal rivers are the Sandy, Licking, Kentucky, Salt, Green, and Cumberland. “These again branch in various directions, into rivulets of different magnitudes, fertilizing the country in all its parts.”

Springs of the greatest note are “the higher and lower blue-springs, on Licking River — the big-bone-lick, Drenson’s lick, and Bullet’s lick, at Saltsburg.” The last of these licks has supplied this country with salt at a low price. Besides these, there are three others of the bitumen kind, they form no stream but empty into one common reservoir: The oil gathered from them answers all the purposes of the best train oil; and it is thought to be efficacious for the rheumatism, sprains, bruises, and the asthma or shortness of breath, scald-heads and burns. The common way of gathering this oil is by sinking a blanket or piece of flannel, and ringing it over a tub or kettle.

Nature has been very bountiful in furnishing Kentucky with some of the greatest curiosities ever known. The high perpendicular banks of Kentucky and Dick’s river certainly claim a superior rank among the natural curiosities of the world: Here the eye of the traveler beholds, with astonishment, a rock of 3 or 400 feet perpendicular, appearing like an artificial canal, in some parts of the limestone kind, and in others of fine marble and curious strata.

The banks of the rivers are covered with large red-cedar groves.

The caves of Kentucky are considered by all as the most remarkable phenomena; no one as I have ever heard has yet attempted to say whether they are the work of art or of nature. These caves are between two and three miles in length in solid limestone rock, and about 12 or 15 feet high, supported by curious pillars and arches; they have in all cases perpendicular sides for about 4 feet with a platform, then that widens to about 5 feet, then perpendicular to the top, and as smooth as if polished by the most curious artificer. They are three in number, and have all wells or springs and subterraneous brooks that pass through them. They are made use of, in the summer season, by the inhabitants living near, as storehouses for butter, meat, etc. The next thing which claims our attention is the sink or deep spring a little west of Big Licking.

This is 75 fathom deep, and about 18 inches diameter at the top. It was found in the year 1798, by a gentleman looking hogs after a light snow; he tracked one that accidentally fell into it. He immediately made a platform, and erected a curb, and from this spring drew, perhaps, the coldest water that ever came from the bowels of the earth.

But as to social happiness nature has here been counteracted: Here are inhabitants boasting Christianity, boasting independence, boasting Liberty and Equality, boasting republicanism, whilst, at the same time, they are, themselves, tyrants and despots; degrading one part of the human species below that of brutes, and denying that they have human feelings, whilst they themselves live in affluence and ease. Oh! How I do blush, whilst I relate facts that are incredible to all, who have not been eye witness of them. Here it is common to see those pretended patriots, all frantic with rage, drag from among their affrighted slaves, one of them trembling and naked, bind both his hands with a cord, stretch him up, until his feet will but just touch the ground, bind both his feet in like manner, crowd a heavy rail between his legs, to prevent his wreathing; then with oaths, that one would think would frighten even the infernal spirits, begin by applying the hickory or cow skin, until there is not a piece of skin, even the width of your finger, from his shoulders to his hips; all the while the poor wretch cries, “for lord Jesus sake, pray don’t master, pray don’t master.” But this imp of the furies, as if hell was not satisfied with pain, without exquisite torment, prepares a cup of fine salt and applies it to the wounds, this makes the poor victim of his rage lament in the most piteous tone of voice, as if ready to expire; but his hard hearted master, callous to pity, again applies the whip; this is called pickling. O poor wretches! How often have I shed tears of compassion for your sakes without being able to relieve you. O ye inhabitants of the southern states! How can you hope for mercy, when you yourselves do not show it? “He that admits no right but force, no justice but superior violence, arms every man against himself, and justifies all excesses. If it be lawful to enjoy because we can; if we may seize the property of another, insult his person, or force him to labor for our luxuries or caprice, merely because he is weaker; this principle will be equally fatal to ourselves.” It justifies your slaves, the instant they become the stronger, in taking you, your wives and children, and separate you from each other, force you to labor to the music of whips and chains, from 4 o’clock in the morning till 8 at night, without refreshment but a little Indian meal and water, half naked (yes on some plantations quite naked) half-starved and cooped up together at night in a cold, dirty hovel, covered with “wounds, bruises, and purifying sores:” robbed of everything that is dear; flogged for praying, and tortured for preaching consolation to your fellow sufferers; and after having exhausted your youth in servitude, you are abandoned in old age, to wretchedness and disease. This is not an exaggerated statement of the case, but a real and true representation of things as they are in Kentucky and some of the other southern states of America, in the year 1801. O shame! Where hast thou fled!

“Oh most degrading of all ills that waits

On man, a mourner in his best estate,

All other sorrows virtue may endure,

And find submission more than half a cure.

Grief is itself a medicine, and bestowed

To improve the fortitude that bears a load;

To teach the wanderer, as his woes increase,

The paths of wisdom – all whose paths are peace.

But Slavery, virtue dreads it as her grave,

Patience itself is meanness in a slave,

Nature imprints upon whatever we see

That has a heart and life in it — BE FREE!”

The author would not be understood to represent that there are no sincere Christians in Kentucky – he believes there are many who sincerely worship God – who in their hearts disdain tyranny and oppression, and disapprove of Slavery, yet they are the minority. Slavery is chiefly carried on among the Virginia and Carolina Settlers.


Rich Hoffman


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If You Voted for John Kasich in Ohio–You’re an Idiot: George Soros gave over $200,000 to the establishment Governor

If you voted in Oho for John Kasich—you are an absolute idiot.  If you have not yet voted, there is still time to save you.  Kasich is one of the most progressive politicians in both parties.   He is closer to Bernie Sanders socialism than he is to Hillary Clinton politics and the proof is in this–George Soros—the extreme leftist billionaire who seeks to sink America as a sovereign country and convert the nation into a socialist utopia gave over $200,000 to Kasich’s campaign to help him in Ohio.  That and only that disqualifies him to even run as a Republican.  If you want many more reasons why not to vote for Kasich CLICK HERE TO REVIEW.  But any support from George Soros is a shot at anyone who considers themselves “conservative.” 

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Rich Hoffman


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