A Plane Crash in Liberty Township, Ohio: The pathetic display of the Butler County police

A couple of pilots in a stunt biplane crashed practically into the back yard of one of my children over the weekend killing both aviators in a raging inferno.  I thought most of the people interviewed in the media circus afterward were well-mannered, and even intelligent about the whole issue describing that the plane had been performing stunts and had been engaged in a backward stall never pulling out of the dive that followed.  The plane could have crashed into any of the densely packed homes in the neighborhood behind Wyandot Elementary but somehow the pilot managed to thread a needle flying between two houses before smashing into the ground in a backyard space only clipping away part of a garage.  The pilot had to know that he was going to die at such a speed but had the courage and wherewithal to maintain his cool saving the lives of the people inside.  Given that my kids were in the proximity I’d have every excuse to panic about such a thing—but I never do.  I enjoy those kinds of pilots and love watching them practicing stunts.  I want to see them continue.  If something goes wrong—like it did in this case the pilot did the responsible thing and minimized the damage.  The two pilots ended up burning up beyond recognition but turned a situation that could have been a lot worse into a minimal amount of damage that was pretty easily cleaned up.

However, the display of the police was pathetic.  It looked like every police officer in Butler County was at the scene and they stood around most of the day following the tragedy.  It looked like a beauty pageant of fat-gutted middle-aged men parading around on a catwalk trying to impress the audience with their authority.  The family in the house that was most in danger was eating breakfast and managed to get out of the house after the crash without any help from any authorities.  The fire department showed up within about 5 minutes to put out the fire—which is expected given that Liberty Township has a fire department every couple of miles holding a bunch of public servants always sitting around waiting for something to happen.  In this case they were needed and the danger was averted within 15 minutes of the crash.  But then came the police who showed up on the scene and brought with them a level of panic that was totally uncalled for.

Of course they started putting up blankets so that people surrounding the area couldn’t see the carnage and they quarantined a section of the neighborhood limiting the freedom of the homes not involved in the plane crash.  The entire escapade was entirely self-serving for the police.  It gave them something to do on a Saturday morning in Liberty Township and they seemed to enjoy the heightened drama too much.  Essentially, a plane crashed, the pilot steered away from the danger as best he could.  The fire department put out the fire, and the coroner pronounced the deaths using dental records to identify the victims.  All that was left after was for the FAA to do their investigation and clean up the mess letting the insurance companies cover the damage to the homes so that the residents could get back to their lives.  End of story.  But no, the police had to make the whole scene appear that a new virus had been unleashed upon the earth and that the crash site had become a quarantine zone that aliens might emerge from at any minute.

It was a rather disgusting displaying showing the gross over-employment of police in Butler County.  There were too many at the site leaving the question to be asked—what do they all do when there isn’t a plane crash in the normally quiet community of Liberty Township?  Because at the crash site there wasn’t much to do and they pretty much stood around all day trying to look important.  On a normal Saturday where have all these police been hiding because they certainly aren’t necessary?

The whole crash could have been handled with a handful of government employees, a small investigation team and the coroner.  The rest of the neighborhood could have gotten back to their business of an early weekend morning in the fall within an hour, mowing their grass, cleaning their garages, and living their lives as normal.  The media could have taken their pictures and been done by noon.  Yet the police overdramatized the entire incident making the media even more dramatic standing between photographers and the crash like protective parents securing the serenity of small children not yet ready to see the gross realities of the world.  It was as if we were all small children going to the movies with a panicky parent afraid to let us see images on the screen that were too violent afraid that we’d have bad dreams after.  Their censorship was over dramatized and unnecessary illuminating their useless employment to a great extent.

The crash wasn’t that big of a deal.  Sure people lost their lives, but likely that is the way pilots like that want to leave the world and they did their best with the situation until their last breath.  Likely I have watched the stunts in the sky from that very same pilot many times and enjoyed it—and I’d like to continue to see them from other pilots who often practice flying over Liberty Township using the Butler County Regional Airport as a staging ground.  There is nothing about that crash that would cause me to feel otherwise.  Sometimes bad things happen, but most of the time they don’t—and those times are worth the danger.  But the display of public employees trying to look important at the crash site was grossly evident.  They had the same fake pretension that is seen at fashion shows where 19-year-old girls are dressed up for an evening on the town only to sell cloths to fat, overly stressed women who look nothing like the girls at the show.  The police were only selling an image of security as the danger had already come and gone—but because they had nothing else to do.  They knew the media would flock to the scene, it was a chance for them to look important for the cameras—and that is all they really did.

Rich Hoffman



The Arrogance of John Koskinen: Sonasoft backed up IRS emails–the evidence is available

It took me a few days of extreme anger to calm down enough to even write about the congressional testimony given by IRS commissioner John Koskinen.  As I watched the man speak to congress, I saw arrogance at its most audacious exhibition, and a disrespect that unionized government employees have toward their employers, the tax payers.  I spend a lot of time talking about this issue and am quite certain about the validity of my arguments.  Yet when you see such an obvious case of misconduct happening right in front of our faces—the IRS being caught red-handed with the metaphorical blood dripping from their fingers—and they still declare their innocence–it convinced me that no government employee under any unionized representation can be believed about anything under any circumstance—and that is quite a vote of no confidence.  We see school teachers lie routinely about their poor conduct and often the sharpness of their rebuke is hidden behind the lives of children taking away the blunt edges of criticism.  But in the case of the IRS—here is a long time government employee in John Koskinen who fully expects the world to believe that a hard drive crash destroyed all the evidence of their targeting conservative groups in an IRS scandal that is the biggest crime to come out of government since Watergate.  And the John Koskinen found he could sit in front of the world and declare innocence when the evidence of malpractice is painted all over his organization.  The only reasonable thing the guy could have done was admit to the mishaps, promise to make it better, and cooperate.  Instead, he dug in deeper destroying evidence and smugly declaring the innocence of the IRS without even knowing what is possible in the world or data collection and the destruction of evidence.

As criminals, the IRS should know that the only way to really lose data on a hard drive is to burn the disk and destroy it completely.  Data may not be totally recoverable, but partial information is quite possible even on a malfunctioning hard that has crashed.  But even worse, the information was backed up elsewhere with a company called Sonasoft as reported by Breitbart.com and The Blaze over the weekend.  That creates a very specific problem for the IRS.  They are not in control of the backed up data:

As IRS commissioner John Koskinen sat on Capitol Hill belatedly informing a Congressional committee of the “disappearance” of years of email communications from a host of IRS employees under investigation–including Lois Lerner–it was discovered that the IRS had hired an email backup company to prevent just such a loss of data.

After the commissioner’s testimony, a Twitter user went hunting for info on the IRS and discovered that as far back as 2005 a company named Sonasoft had announced that it had been awarded a data backup contract from the IRS. Even as late as 2009, the company had tweeted about its association with the taxing agency.

So, how is it that commissioner Koskinen was so sure during his testimony before the House Ways and Means Committee that all the emails of the very IRS operatives under investigation just happened to have disappeared forever?


The answer is as plain as a gold nugget on top of a pile of shit.  It is unequivocally evident—the IRS has attempted to cover up their crime by destroying evidence with the arrogance of government employees who are obviously not very tech savvy.  They are caught, busted, and guilty as hell and everyone knows it.  As I watched the hearing during Paul Ryan’s portion, I nearly threw my television through the front window, across the yard and into the street.  My anger was intense not just because the IRS has confirm everything that people like me have said about them and is turning out to be true—but because they actually are so rotten and corrupt that they are willing to dig in even further to deny, deny, and deny destroying as much evidence as possible to avoid a clear assessment of their crimes.  As an organization obsessed with legal terminology they know that as long as there is never any direct evidence, that they cannot be prosecuted.  People may not trust them—but at least they won’t be directly guilty.  They know that the evidence they are trying to hide from the American people is so damning to them they will do anything to keep it out of everybody’s eyes, even if they must lie to continue the charade.

The so-called lost emails are certainly available for public consumption.  No matter what sort of hard drive crash occurred on a localized server, the emails of Lois Lerner will be retrieved and read to the world and all these guilty parties will have much more serious problems to contend with.  This is no longer even about politics—this is a crime—a gross abuse of power and it has major implications for the future of the IRS.  Over time, it will all come out, and there will be a lot of broken pieces.  The trust in that agency is gone forever.  The real impact just hasn’t sunk in yet.  But it will.

The IRS is an arrogant organization which needs to be dismantled.  It was bad before this revelation, and now it doesn’t even have righteousness on its side any longer.  John Koskinen should know that the NSA has a record of every email created at the IRS, and likely, so do other agencies.  There is nothing private about email.  It is like speaking in a shopping mall, or city street.  It is a form of communication—but nothing that happens in email should be considered private.  Yet these government employees are so arrogant that they actually think they can suppress evidence and went in front of congress and lied about their actions.  That is absolutely amazing—astonishingly arrogant, and stupid.  These are the people we pay so much!  They aren’t even smart enough to understand when the eyes of the world are upon them—and a lot of very smart people analyzing their every word—that they can’t delete a bunch of emails hiding evidence and blame it on an IT failure.  That just doesn’t cut it.

John Koskinen said, “I don’t think an apology is owed.”  He doesn’t think that the errors of the IRS constitute accountability.  Then a Democratic Congressman alluded that the whole scandal was a concocted conspiracy theory not concerned at all by the behavior of the IRS.  What we are seeing is a major conspiracy that involves many people—and in this case half of the people on Capitol Hill appear to be guilty.  They are using every trick in the book to throw all investigations off their trail, but to no avail.  The emails are recovered and have been backed up.  All it takes is guts to put them out to the public, who will likely be ready to lynch the IRS once the contents are discovered.  When that happens, major heads will roll in Washington D.C. and that is what has everybody scared.

It is in that realization that I nearly destroyed my television and had to spend two full days calming down.  I don’t like being lied to, and the IRS has lied to my face and expects me to just go away quietly. Worse yet, it wasn’t directed at me—but at all Americans, and for that—they deserve the wrath that is coming their way.  If the Republicans screw this up, they have no hope.  The Democrats have placed themselves on a tee and are daring the Republicans to hit them out of the park.  If the Republicans really wanted to win in 2014 and 2016, they’d hit the IRS issue hard and without remorse.  This is not a conspiracy equivalent to Area 51 and Bigfoot—this is evidence of such things that normally might be regulated to conspiracy theory.  In this case, the IRS has done everything everyone who fears it has claimed and the proof is on those backed up emails at Sonasoft.

Rich Hoffman



Life Down The Rabbit Hole: The meaning of ‘Alice of Wonderland’ and the perilous plots of Ultraterrestrials

The other intent of this blog, which again was addressed from the very beginning, was that it promised to take readers down the “rabbit hole” of knowledge so to unlock the reasons for many of the events occurring in the world.  Of course the reference is to the novel Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll brought to immortal life by the Walt Disney film of the same name.  I knew that those reading here would find themselves at some point in a world they never knew existed, but perilously aware that the mechanisms emitting from deep down the Rabbit Hole would explain the type of insanity seen in the nightly news.  Such a tragedy is similar to a child watching a puppet show and believing that what they see on stage is real, only to discover as their eyes become more sophisticated that there are strings on the marionettes which extend off stage somewhere.  So the inquiring mind gets out of their seat and climbs onto the stage to follow the strings up above the stage where it is discovered that the real manipulators of movement reside.  In this way, the “rabbit hole” is anything and everything which helps support the puppet show away from the stage.  The stage where the puppets act is the reality witnessed, but anything away from the stage would be considered Rabbit Hole material.

But the rabbit hole of our real life can be much more tragic than a child realizing that the puppets in a show are not real, and are manipulated by talented actors off stage.  The realization that from deep down the Rabbit Hole of existence are the mechanisms which affect our daily life from news stories like the ISIS invading Iraq to the countless scandals involving President Obama, the IRS claiming to have lost two years of emails, or the real intentions of the legalization of drugs in America.  On this site I also deal with the origin of the human race pointing to religion often as simply a puppet show to mask that true reality—but there is danger in going down such Rabbit Holes.  I often give hints to games I endorse, or literary achievements which can help preserve the mind not from the fantasy of escapism, but the linking of a mind back to the accepted reality of the true dream world.  Sports are a good mutual bonding agent between life in the Rabbit Hole and the world the rest of the society lives in.  I often reference these types of things to keep sanity a close ally when the images of the Rabbit Hole threaten to shatter consciousness.  For some people, it is too much to know what is really happening off the stages of life and they do fall into insanity.  My goal with this blog is to show people what happens in the Rabbit Hole without destroying the minds of the inquiring minds who want to know more.  So not only do I help lead people down the Rabbit Hole, I also provide mechanisms for dealing with the crisis of learning the truth once there.

To me the Rabbit Hole is a way of understanding the world of quantum mechanics and the world of macro and nano technology which is evolving at a rapid rate.  From this realm it might be denoted that a ultraterrestrial species lives in conjunction with the human race and injects its influence upon us—and certainly stirs the pot so to speak.  So dealing with this species is a conflict which goes well beyond the world of commerce, politics, or acknowledged philosophy—and can really only be discovered through advanced mathematics.  Ironically, the author of Alice in Wonderland was a mathematician, and seemed over a century ago—well before anyone at the time had an inclination—whether through tragedy, sexual crises, or just a mind folding over on itself with the realization that all was not what it seemed and lacking a philosophy to deal with it—Lewis Carroll wrote a novel from inside the Rabbit Hole.  So for those who thought they understood Alice in Wonderland as a beloved children’s story and classic Disney animated cartoon with images inescapable at Disney World, it is time to reveal what many of the metaphors mean.  To make that the easiest transition as possible, I have shown the Cliff Notes below, along with video explaining the meanings of the classic novel.  A link to the Cliff Notes origin article is provided below after a rather robust gathering of explanations on Alice in Wonderland and the life of Lewis Carroll are provided.

The novel is composed of twelve brief chapters; it can be read in an afternoon. Each of the brief chapters, furthermore, is divided into small, individual, almost isolated episodes. And the story begins with Alice and her sister sitting on the bank of a river reading a book which has no pictures or dialogue in it. ” . . . and what is the use of a book,” thought Alice, “without pictures or conversations?” Thus, we find many pictures and read much dialogue (although very little of it makes sense) in this novel.

After introducing us to one of the creatures in Wonderland, the Gryphon, for instance, the narrator tells us, “If you don’t know what a Gryphon is, look at the picture.” As noted earlier, Wonderland is filled with strange animals, and Alice’s encounters with these creatures, all of whom engage her in conversations, confuse her even more whenever she meets yet another inhabitant of this strange country.

Slowly losing interest in her sister’s book, Alice catches sight of a white rabbit. However, he is not merely a rabbit; he will be the “White Rabbit,” a major character in the novel. In this first paragraph, then, we learn about the protagonist, Alice, her age, her temperament, and the setting and the mood of the story. In a dream, Alice has escaped from the dull and boring and prosaic world of adulthood — a world of dull prose and pictureless experiences; she has entered what seems to be a confusing, but perpetual springtime of physical, if often terrifying, immediacy.

The White Rabbit wears a waistcoat, walks upright, speaks English, and is worrying over the time on his pocket watch. Alice follows him simply because she is very curious about him. And very soon she finds herself falling down a deep tunnel. For a few minutes, she is frightened; the experience of falling disorients her. Soon, however, she realizes that she is not falling fast; instead, she is falling in a slow, almost floating descent. As she falls, she notices that the tunnel walls are lined with cupboards, bookshelves, maps, and paintings. She takes a jar of orange marmalade off a shelf. But finding the jar empty, she replaces it on a lower shelf, as though she were trying to maintain a sense of some propriety — especially in this situation of absolute uncertainty. As she reflects on the marmalade jar, she says that had she dropped the jar, she might have killed someone below. Alice is clearly a self-reflective young girl — and she’s also relatively calm; her thinking reveals a curiously mature mind at times. But like an ordinary little girl, she feels homesick for her cat, Dinah. In that respect, she is in sharp contrast with conventional child heroines of the time. Although Alice may be curious and sometimes bewildered, she is never too nice or too naughty. But she is always aware of her class-status as a “lady.” At one point, she even fears that some of Wonderland’s creatures have confused her for a servant, as when the White Rabbit thinks that she is his housekeeper, Mary Ann, and orders Alice to fetch his gloves and fan.

Thus, in Chapter I, Carroll prepares us for Alice’s first major confrontation with absolute chaos. And note that Alice’s literal-minded reaction to the impossible is always considered absurd here in Wonderland; it is laughable, yet it is her only way of coping. As she falls through the rabbit-hole, for instance, she wonders what latitude or longitude she has arrived at. This is humorous and ridiculous because such measurements — if one stops to think about it — are meaningless words to a seven-year-old girl, and they are certainly meaningless measurements of anything underground.

In Chapter II, Alice finds herself still in the long passageway, and the White Rabbit appears and goes off into a long, low hall full of locked doors. Behind one very small door, Alice remembers that there is “the loveliest garden you ever saw” (remember, she saw this in Chapter I), but now she has drunk a liquid that has made her too large to squeeze even her head through the doorway of the garden. She wishes that she could fold herself up like a telescope and enter. This wish becomes possible when she finds a shrinking potion and a key to the door. The potion reduces her to ten inches high, but she forgets to take the key with her (!) before shrinking, and now the table is too high for her to reach the key. To any young child, this is silly and something to be laughed at, but on another level, there’s an element of fear; for children, the predictable proportions of things are important matters of survival. Yet here in Wonderland, things change — for no known reason — thus, logic has lost all its validity.

Then Alice eats a cake that she finds, and her neck shoots up until it resembles a giraffe’s. Suddenly, she is a distorted nine feet tall! Clearly, her ability to change size has been a mixed blessing. In despair, she asks, “Who in the world am I?” This is a key question.

Meanwhile, the rapid, haphazard nature of Alice’s physical and emotional changes has created a dangerous pool of tears that almost causes her to drown when she shrinks again. Why has she shrunk? She realizes that she has been holding the White Rabbit’s lost white gloves and fan — therefore, it must be the magic of the fan that is causing her to shrink to almost nothingness. She saves herself by instantly dropping the fan. But now she is desperate; in vain, she searches her mind for something to make sense out of all this illogical chaos, something like arithmetic and geography, subjects that are solid, lasting, and rational. But even they seem to be confused because no matter how much she recites their rules, nothing helps. At the close of this chapter, she is swimming desperately in a pool of her own tears, alongside a mouse and other chattering creatures that have suddenly, somehow, appeared.

Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland is full of parody and satire. And in Chapter III, Victorian history is Carroll’s target. The mouse offers to dry the other creatures and Alice by telling them a very dry history of England. Then, Carroll attacks politics: the Dodo organizes a Caucus-race, a special race in which every participant wins a prize. Alice then learns the mouse’s sad tale as Carroll’s editor narrates it on the page in the shape of a mouse’s very narrow, S-shaped tail. The assembled, unearthly creatures cannot accept ordinary language, and so Alice experiences, again, absolute bafflement; this is linguistic and semantic disaster. Indeed, much of the humor of this chapter is based on Alice’s reactions to the collapse of three above-ground assumptions: predictable growth, an absolute distinction between animals and humans, and an identity that remains constant. We might also add to the concept of a constancy of identity a conformity of word usage. But in Wonderland, Alice’s previous identity and the very concept of a permanent identity has repeatedly been destroyed, just as the principles of above-ground are contradicted everywhere; here in Wonderland, such things as space, size, and even arithmetic are shown to have no consistent laws.

In Chapter IV, the confusion of identity continues. The White Rabbit insists that Alice fetch him his gloves and his fan. Somehow, he thinks that Alice is his servant, and Alice, instead of objecting to his confusion, passively accepts her new role, just as she would obey an adult ordering her about above-ground. On this day when everything has gone wrong, she feels absolutely defeated.

In the rabbit’s house, Alice finds and drinks another growth potion. This time, however, she becomes so enormous that she fills up the room so entirely that she can’t get out. These continuing changes in size illustrate her confused, rapid identity crisis and her continuous perplexity. After repulsing the rabbit’s manservant, young Bill, a Lizard (who is trying to evict her), Alice notices that pebbles that are being thrown at her through a window are turning into cakes. Upon eating one of them, she shrinks until she is small enough to escape the rabbit’s house and hide in a thick wood.

In Chapter V, “Advice From a Caterpillar,” Alice meets a rude Caterpillar; pompously and dogmatically, he states that she must keep her temper — which is even more confusing to her for she is a little irritable because she simply cannot make any sense in this world of Wonderland. Alice then becomes more polite, but the Caterpillar only sharpens his already very short, brusque replies. In Wonderland, there are obviously no conventional rules of etiquette. Thus, Alice’s attempt at politeness and the observance of social niceties are still frustrated attempts of hers to react as well as she can to very unconventional behavior—at least, it’s certainly unconventional according to the rules that she learned above-ground.

Later, Alice suffers another bout of “giraffe’s neck” from nibbling one side of the mushroom that the Caterpillar was sitting on. The effect of this spurt upward causes her to be mistaken for an egg-eating serpent by an angry, vicious pigeon.

In Chapters VI and VII, Alice meets the foul-tempered Duchess, a baby that slowly changes into a pig, the famous, grinning Cheshire-Cat, the March Hare, the Mad Hatter, and the very, very sleepy Dormouse. The latter three are literally trapped (although they don’t know it) in a time-warp — trapped in a perpetualtime when tea is being forever served. Life is one long tea-party, and this episode is Carroll’s assault on the notion of time. At the tea-party, it is always teatime; the Mad Hatter’s watch tells the day of the year, but not the time since it is always six o’clock. At this point, it is important that you notice a key aspect of Wonderland; here, all these creatures treat Alice (and her reactions) as though she is insane — and as though they are sane! In addition, when they are not condescending to her or severely criticizing her, the creatures continually contradict her. And Alice passively presumes the fault to be hers — in almost every case — because all of the creatures act as though their madness is normal and not at all unusual. It is the logical Alice who is the queer one. The chapter ends with Alice at last entering the garden by eating more of the mushroom that the Caterpillar was sitting on. Alice is now about a foot tall.

Chapters VIII to X introduce Alice to the most grimly evil and most irrational people (and actions) in the novel. Alice meets the sovereigns of Wonderland, who display a perversely hilarious rudeness not matched by anyone except possibly by the old screaming Duchess. The garden is inhabited by playing cards (with arms and legs and heads),who are ruled over by the barbarous Queen of Hearts. The Queen’s constant refrain and response to seemingly all situations is: “Off with their heads!” This beautiful garden, Alice discovers, is the Queen’s private croquet ground, and the Queen matter-of-factly orders Alice to play croquet. Alice’s confusion now turns to fear. Then she meets the ugly Duchess again, as well as the White Rabbit, the Cheshire-Cat, and a Gryphon introduces her to a Mock Turtle, who sings her a sad tale of his mock (empty) education; then the Mock Turtle teaches her and the Gryphon a dance called the ‘Lobster-Quadrille.” Chapters XI and XII concern the trial of the Knave of Hearts. Here, Alice plays a heroic role at the trial, and she emerges from Wonderland and awakens to reality. The last two chapters represent the overthrow of Wonderland and Alice’s triumphant rebellion against the mayhem and madness that she experienced while she was lost, for a while, in the strange world of Wonderland.

This story is characterized, first of all, by Alice’s unthinking, irrational, and heedless jumping down the rabbit-hole, an act which is at once superhuman and beyond human experience — but Alice does it. And once we accept this premise, we are ready for the rest of the absurdities of Wonderland and Alice’s attempts to understand it and, finally, to escape from it. Confusion begins almost immediately because Alice tries to use her world of knowledge from the adult world above-ground in order to understand this new world. Wonderland, however, is a lawless world of deepest, bizarre dream unconsciousness, and Alice’s journey through it is a metaphorical search for experience. What she discovers in her dream, though, is a more meaningful and terrifying world than most conscious acts of intelligence would ever lead her to. Hence, “Who in the world am I?” is Alice’s constant, confused refrain, one which people “above-ground” ask themselves many, many times throughout their lifetimes.

Throughout the story, Alice is confronted with the problem of shifting identity, as well as being confronted with the anarchy and by the cruelty of Wonderland. When Alice physically shrinks in size, she is never really small enough to hide from the disagreeable creatures that she meets; yet when she grows to adult or to even larger size, she is still not large enough to command authority. “There are things in Alice,” writes critic William Empson, “that would give Freud the creeps.” Often we find poor Alice (and she is often described as being either “poor” or “curious”) in tears over something that the adult reader finds comic. And “poor Alice” is on the verge of tears most of the time. When she rarely prepares to laugh, she is usually checked by the morbid, humorless types of creatures whom she encounters in Wonderland. Not even the smiling Cheshire-Cat is kind to her. Such a hostile breakdown of the ordinary world is never funny to the child, however comic it might appear to adults. But then Wonderland would not be so amusing to us except in terms of its sheer, unabated madness.

One of the central concerns of Alice is the subject of growing up — the anxieties and the mysteries of personal identity as one matures. When Alice finds her neck elongated, everything, in her words, becomes “queer”; again, she is uncertain who she is. As is the case with most children, Alice’s identity depends upon her control of her body. Until now, Alice’s life has been very structured; now her life shifts; it becomes fragmented until it ends with a nightmarish awakening. Throughout the novel, Alice is filled with unconscious feelings of morbidity, physical disgrace, unfairness, and bizarre feelings about bodily functions. Everywhere there is the absurd, unexplainable notion of death and the absolute meaninglessness of death and life.

Alice’s final triumph occurs when she outgrows nonsense. In response to the Queen’s cry at the Knave’s trial: “sentence first — verdict afterward,” Alice responds: “Stuff and nonsense! Who cares for you? You’re nothing but a pack of cards!” At last, Alice takes control of her life and her growth toward maturity by shattering and scattering the absurdity of the playing cards and the silly little creatures who are less rational than she is. In waking from her nightmare, she realizes that reason can oppose nonsense, and that it can — and did — win. And now that the dream of chaos is over, she can say, from her distance above-ground, “It was a curious dream,” but then she skips off thinking that — for a strange moment — what a wonderful dream it was.

Of all Lewis Carroll’s major works, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland has a unique standing in the category of whimsical, nonsense literature. Much has been written about how this novel contrasts with the vast amount of strict, extremely moralistic children’s literature. This is true; Alice is quite different from all other Victorian children’s literature. Yet, as odd as this story appears in relation to the other Victorian children’s stories, this short novel is odder still because it was written by an extremely upright, ultra-conservative man — in short, a quintessential Victorian gentleman.

Lewis Carroll was born Charles Lutwidge Dodgson on January 27, 1832, in the parsonage of Daresbury, Cheshire, England, the third child and eldest son of eleven children of Reverend Charles Dodgson and his wife, Francis Jane Lutwidge. The parents were descended from two ancient and distinguished North Country families. From the Dodgsons, the son inherited a very old tradition of service to the Church and a tradition that he belonged to one of the most respected lineages in England — for example, family legend has it that King James I actually “knighted” either a loin of beef or mutton at the table of Sir Richard Houghton, one of Carroll’s ancestors. This incident has been thought by some critics to have inspired the introductory lines in Through the Looking Glass, the sequel to Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, when the Red Queen introduces the leg of mutton to Alice: “Alice — Mutton: Mutton — Alice.”

For the sake of those who are curious about pen names and how authors choose one over another, “Lewis Carroll” is an interesting example. While teaching at Christ Church, Oxford, Charles Dodgson (Carroll) wrote comic literature and parodies for a humorous paper, The Train. The first of the several pieces submitted to The Train was signed “B. B.” It was so popular that the editor asked Dodgson to use a proper nom de plume; at first, Dodgson proposed “Dares,” after his birthplace, Daresbury. The editor thought that the name was too journalistic, so after struggling over a number of choices, Dodgson wrote to his editor and suggested a number of variations and anagrams, based on the letters of his actual name. “Lewis Carroll” was finally decided on, derived from a rearrangement of most of the letters in the name “Charles Lutwidge Dodgson.” Clearly, Carroll was fascinated with anagrams, and he will use them throughout Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland; his interest in anagrams also explains much about the writings in his later life, and his mathematical works. Concerning Carroll, one cannot safely exclude any influence, least of all hereditary ones, but a good case can be made for the formative effect of Carroll’s father on him. Those who knew Reverend Dodgson said that he was a pious and gloomy man, almost devoid of any sense of humor. Yet from his letters to his son, there is recorded evidence of a remarkablesense of fun. For example, in one letter to his son, he speaks of screaming in the middle of a street:

Iron-mongers-Iron-mongers — Six hundred men will rush out of their shops in a moment — fly, fly, in all screwdriver, & a ring, & if they are not brought directly, in forty seconds I will leave nothing but one small cat alive in the whole town of Leeds, & I shall only leave that because I shall not have time to kill it.

To a boy of eight, such correspondence from his father must have greatly heightened his later love for literary exaggeration; indeed, such fanciful letters may have been the genesis for Carroll’s so-called nonsense books.

As we noted, Reverend Dodgson was said to be an austere, puritanical, and authoritarian Victorian man; Lewis Carroll’s mother, however, was the essence of the Victorian “gentlewoman.” As described by her son, she was “one of the sweetest and gentlest women that had ever lived, whom to know was to love.” The childhood of Lewis Carroll was relatively pleasant, full of ideas and hobbies that contributed to his future creative works. His life at Daresbury was secluded, though, and his playmates were mostly his brothers and sisters. Class distinctions did not permit much socializing between children of the parsonage and the “lesser” parish children. Curiously, a number of the Dodgson children, including Carroll, stammered severely. More than one author has suggested that, at least in Carroll’s case, his stammer may have arisen from his parents’ attempts to correct his left-handedness. Isa Bowman, a childhood friend of Carroll’s, has said that whenever adults approached them on their walks, Carroll’s speech became extremely difficult to understand. Apparently, he panicked; his shyness and stammering always seemed worse when he was in the world of adults. This stammering made him into a bit of a “loner” and explains, somewhat, Carroll’s longtime fascination with puzzles and anagrams, solitary games to amuse himself. It was as though the long suppressed, left-handed self endured in the fanciful, literary adult Carroll — in contrast to the very stern adult librarian, mathematics lecturer, deacon, dormitory master, and curator of the dining hall. Carroll was, seemingly, the archetype of the left-handed man in a right-handed world, like his own White Knight in Through the Looking Glass (the sequel to Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland).

And now if ever by chance I put My fingers into glue Or madly squeeze a right-hand foot Into a left-hand shoe . . .

Carroll’s fondness for games, language puzzles, and the world of the bizarre is further demonstrated in his flair for amusing his brothers and sisters — especially his sisters, which explains, perhaps, his lifelong attraction for little girls. In fact, a great deal of Carroll’s childhood was spent taking care of his little sisters. At home, it was he who was in charge of these seven sisters, and his imagination was constantly being exercised in order to entertain them. In one of his fanciful story games that he invented, he imagined a sort of “railway game,” and as one of the rules of the game, at least three trains had to run over the passengers in order for the passengers to be attended to by physicians. Fortunately, though, rarely were Carroll’s amusements cruel, and when the family moved to the Croft Rectory, Yorkshire, where Carroll’s father assumed the Archdeaconry, Carroll wrote, directed, and performed light, gay plays, and he also manipulated puppets and marionettes for his family and friends.

In addition to the plays that Carroll wrote and the scripts that he composed for his puppet theater, he also wrote poems, stories, and humorous sketches for his own “magazines.” In his “Useful and Instructive Poetry” magazine, for example, a volume that was composed for a younger brother and a sister, he satirized a copybook of stern, dogmatic maxims (a typical Victorian children’s book), and in this poem, he alluded to his own handicap:

Learn well your grammar And never stammer.

Eat bread with butter; Once more, don’t stutter.

Other poems in the volume focus on the theme of fairy tales, an interest which played a large part in the creation of Alice. An early poem of Carroll’s, for instance, “My Fairy,” suggests the contrariness of the creatures that Alice will meet in Wonderland:

I have a fairy by my side Which cried; it said, “You must not weep. “If, full of mirth, I smile and grin, It says, “You must not laugh.” When once I wished to drink some gin, It said, “You must not quaff.”

Similarly, in another early poem, “A Tale of a Tail,” there is a drawing of a dog’s very long tail, suggestive of the very slender, increasingly smaller mouse’s tail in Alice, which coils across a single page in a sort of S-shape. Also, an early poem about someone falling off a wall anticipates Humpty Dumpty in Through the Looking Glass, and a “Morals” essay reminds one of the ridiculous conversations between the ugly Duchess and the evil Queen in Alice. It is difficult to ignore the writings of Carroll as a child in any analysis of his works, for in his childhood productions, we find conclusive evidence of early imitations, hints, allusions, suggestions, and actual elements of imaginary creatures, dreams, and visions that will appear in his later works.


All his life, Carroll was a scholar; when he was not a student, he was a teacher, and until two years before his death, he was firmly imbedded in the life of Oxford University. Quite honestly, though, nothing very exciting ever happened in Carroll’s life, apart from a trip to the Continent, including Russia. His vacations were all local ones, to his sister’s home in Guildford, his aunt’s home in Hastings, and to Eastbourne, the Lake Country, and Wales. He did not begin his formal schooling until the age of twelve, when he enrolled in Richmond Grammar School, ten miles from the Croft Rectory, but he had already received a thorough background in literature from the family library. Yet it was mathematics — and not English literature — that interested Carroll most. When he was very young, for example, Carroll implored his father to explain logarithms to him, presumably because he had already mastered arithmetic, algebra, and even most of Euclidian geometry.

Carroll entered Rugby in 1846, but the sensitive young child found the all-boys environment highly unpleasant; the bullying abuse, the flogging, and the caning was a daily part of school life. Nonetheless, Carroll was, despite his three years of unhappiness there, an exceedingly studious boy, and he won many prizes for academic excellence.

Carroll matriculated at Christ Church, Oxford, in 1851, and remained there for forty-seven years. But, two days after entering Oxford, he received word of his mother’s death, something which deeply distressed him and seemed to have worsened his stammering. By all accounts, Carroll was not an outgoing student; with little money, and because of his stammer, his circle of friends always remained small. Yet in his academic work, he applied himself with the same energy and devotion that characterized his career at Rugby. He won scholarship prizes, honors in Classical exams, and also won a First Prize in Mathematics. His scholastic efforts were rewarded by a lifetime fellowship and a residency at Christ Church, so long as he remained unmarried and proceeded to take Holy Orders.

In 1854, the year Carroll took his B.A. degree, he began publishing poetry in the student magazines and in The Whitby Gazette. Carroll’s writings had already established him as both a superb raconteur and humorist at Oxford, and in 1854, he began to seriously teach himself how to express his thoughts in proper literary form; it was at that time that his writings began to show some of the whimsy and fantasy that are contained in the Alice books.

In 1857, Carroll took his M.A. degree and was made “Master of the House.” During those years, he immersed himself in literature, mathematics, and also in the London theater. He produced freelance humorous prose pieces and verses for various periodicals, explored theories of dual identities, wrote satires, published mathematical and symbolic logic texts, invented word games and puzzles, and took up photography, a hobby that would make him famous as one of the best Victorian photographers. In short, Carroll became a sort of lesser English equivalent of Leonardo da Vinci. He invented the Nyctograph, a device for writing in the dark, and he also invented a method of remote control self-photography. Helmut Gernshein, the author of Lewis Carroll: Photographer, calls Carroll’s photographic achievements “astonishing”; in his estimation, Carroll “must not only rank as a pioneer of British amateur photography, but I would also unhesitatingly acclaim him as the most outstanding photographer of children in the nineteenth century.”

Carroll’s Interest in Little Girls

In every study of Carroll’s life, one finds that Carroll had only the most formal encounters with mature women. There was seemingly no romantic interest in adult women. Some biographers have attributed this asexual interest to Carroll’s stammering and his self-conscious shyness about it. On the other hand, Carroll’s diaries and contemporary accounts about him are full of his encounters with children, nearly always with little girls. He obviously delighted in the company of little girls twelve years old and younger, and his diary records in great detail the aesthetic pleasure that he took in viewing “nice little children.” Carroll’s attractions for little girls were honorable and above reproach — at least we have, almost a century later, absolutely no evidence to the contrary.

Carroll’s interest in discovering new little girls for his photographic studio seems to have amounted to his discovering hundreds, perhaps thousands, of girls in his lifetime. And in nearly every recorded case, Carroll produced a masterpiece of character study. His photographs are filled with unusually sensitive and candid “personalities” of the subjects. They caught the essence of human beings; they were not merely stiff, embalmed-like “objects.” Occasionally, there is an extraordinary sense of straightforward eroticism — but it is straightforward; it is not murky or perverted. And in nearly every recorded case, Carroll had the full approbation of the child’s parents, and invariably his work was chaperoned, at least indirectly. Had there been any intimacies between Carroll and his young female subjects, it would long ago have been ferreted out by the multitude of Freudian-oriented literary critics.

Today, we can understand why, occasionally, certain people thought Carroll’s photographs to be erotic. Most people now, however, wouldn’t consider them to be. His photographs are alluring; they look as if they almost could speak. They all have a provocative quality about them. But, they are “safe,” and as we view them, they help us to understand Carroll’s interest in seeing children as his own personal, private, peculiar escape from mature sex.

Alice Liddell

In 1846, Carroll met Alice Liddell, the four-year-old daughter of Dean Henry George Liddell of Christ Church. Carroll had already established himself as a close friend of Alice’s elder sister and cousin. But it is Alice who figures most prominently in Carroll’s most famous creation, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland.

On July 4, 1852, Carroll and a friend, Rev. Robinson Duckworth, took the Liddell children, Lorina (13), Alice (10), and Edith (8) on a boat ride (a row boat) up the Isis River (the local name for the Thames River). As they made their way upstream, Carroll began telling a story about the underground adventures of a little girl named Alice. According to Duckworth, the story “was actually composed and spoken over my shoulder for the benefit of Alice Liddell, who was acting as ‘cox’ of our gig. I remember turning around and saying, ‘Dodgson, is this an extempore romance of yours?’ And he replied, ‘Yes, I’m inventing as we go along.'”

Upon disembarking, Alice asked Carroll to write out Alice’s adventures for her, and Carroll promised to do so by the following Christmas, but the work was not completed until February 10, 1863. By that time, Alice was eleven, and Carroll was no longer seeing her with the regularity that he used to. Now he had made a new friend, the famous ingénue Ellen Terry, who was nearly seventeen. His interest in Ellen Terry is the closest relationship that Carroll had with an adult woman, apart from his family, of course.

From an initial length of 18,000 words, Carroll’s manuscript expanded to 35,000 words, and the famous English illustrator John Tenniel read it and consented to draw illustrations for it. As Carroll searched for a publisher, he gave anxious thoughts to a perfect title. Various ones came to him: Alice’s Golden Hour, Alice’s Hour in Elf-land, Alice Among the Elves, Alice’s Doings in Elf-land, and Alice’s Adventures Under Ground. Finally, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland was chosen, and Macmillan, the publishers for Oxford University, agreed to publish the book on a commission basis.

Alice was an immediate critical success when it appeared in 1865. The Reader magazine called it “a glorious artistic treasure . . . a book to put on one’s shelf as an antidote to a fit of the blues.” The Pall Mall Gazette wrote that “this delightful little book is a children’s feast and a triumph of nonsense.” About 180,000 copies of Alice in various editions were sold in England during Carroll’s lifetime; by 1911, there were almost 700,000 copies in print. Since then, with the expiration of the original copyright in 1907, the book has been translated into every major language, and now it has become a perennial bestseller, ranking with the works of Shakespeare and the Bible in popular demand. In the words of the critic Derek Hudson: “The most remarkable thing about Alice is that, though it springs from the very heart of the Victorian period, it is timeless in its appeal. This is a characteristic that it shares with other classics — a small band — that have similarly conquered the world.”


I consider Alice in Wonderland to be a real treasure of literature—and relevant in a metaphorical way to Finnegan’s Wake by James Joyce, which is a favorite of mine—just for the puzzles and allusion to another dream-like existence.  Finnegan’s Wake is far more complicated than Alice in Wonderland nearly to the point of being completely useless to the average person.    Disney saved Alice in Wonderland by making it relevant as a cartoon—which would have been the only way to preserve such a story as the age of media has cheapened the mind of man by providing information so easily that few wish to think deeply about things any longer—being less prone to exploring the Rabbit Holes of existence—rather than the other way around.  The question of the day—philosophically, which reality is the dream in our lives and which is the true reality—and this is my primary concern with this blog.

Most people accept that the words they hear coming from President Obama at a press conference, or a school board announcement for more tax money, or the tragedies on the nightly news reflect the reality of the living world—but I contend that it is far from the case.  What we see are only marionettes to a stage play without a title anybody understands, and to learn the plot, title, and actual cast members you have to follow the strings down the Rabbit Hole to where reality actually exists.  In this way most of society is already Alice—they are in the land of the Mad Hatter, the Queen of Hearts, or the Cheshire-Cat and the way to understand the bizarre behavior of Wonderland—the stage play we are all witnessing in “reality,” is to go down the Rabbit Hole to where quantum mechanics will reveal who holds the strings and ultimately the fate of mankind hidden behind the deceptions of reality.

But beware while traveling down that hole—it is a superhuman journey that requires courage, and a sane mind.  While it may seem easy to get up out of your chair while watching a puppet show and gaze up at the puppeteers above the stage with their hands on the strings of the stage actors—it is not.  It is one thing to notice that the strings extend beyond the reality of a stage play—it is another to confront those puppeteers on their terms and deal with them directly.  For that—it will require every bit of cleverness, and intellectual aptitude that can be gathered—and for that—I have prepared a road map to guide the weary traveler inclined through the curiosity of Alice, to jump down the Rabbit Hole to the truth and to meet the horrors found there squarely, and with valor.

When traveling down this Rabbit Hole, be sure to stay sane, stay grounded, and maintain a relationship to those still stuck in the dream so not to get lost along the way—otherwise—you will never be able to help them down the Rabbit Hole when they are ready to travel.  Because it’s only a matter of time before they will.   Talk to them about sports, movies, books and other nonsensical trivia because all those things are part of the dream.  And most of all beware of ultraterrestrials, they are devious creatures who are more a part of your life than you might wish to acknowledge.  To learn more about them, read the Mothman Prophesies by John Keel.  The strings of the puppet show extend into their hands—and they are not friends—but rival foes in a fight for the same resources in the long drama known as the human race.   Ultraterrestrials have formed religions to serve their needs in a plot they wish to sell to their four-dimensional rivals—us—and they are withholding much of the truth to serve their own ends.

See you in the Rabbit Hole………………………………

Rich Hoffman www.OVERMANWARRIOR.com


Pigs in Lipstick: Why the MEA and all education labor unions are enemies of the nation

A comment I received recently by a frequent reader regarding the latest threat by the Mason Education Association deserves its own mention—because it cuts to the heart of the issue regarding modern public education.  I can’t say that it was always this bad—there was a time when public education was something to be proud of—but the government has ruined it utterly and unequivocally.  It is a disgrace to everything that is American—ruined by labor unions and their greedy love of European culture.  What the MEA and the public relation hounds whoring themselves for the swine threatening to strike in Mason during a summer off from any concern of work are simply attempting to put lipstick on a pig.  No matter how anyone ties to shine up the labor union greed and sheer audacity uttered by the sloths of liberal thinking—that is modern education—it is still a big rolling in its own feces attempting to live off the efforts of our children toward ends born in the mind of the destitute poverty-stricken fool—Karl Marx.

There is nothing righteous about the lack of valor taught in public schools.  There is nothing beneficial in teaching children the communist notion of sharing when it robs them of ambition.  There is nothing wonderful in teaching sex education when it robs children of the value of romance.  There is nothing good whatsoever in teaching children math if they can’t apply it to balancing their check book.  There is nothing good about teaching history if the lessons are ignored and picked apart only to feed a liberal agenda.   Yet this is what we as tax payers are paying for.  This is what the Mason teachers of southern Ohio are threatening to take away with their work stoppage while their fat, pretentious asses sit on a couch and rot as people like pumpkins left on a porch 90 days after Halloween—forgotten by the owners, neglected in favor of Christmas and the harsh cold of cleaning up the mess outside the warmth of their homes preventing action.  Nobody cares about them, nobody wants them, and nobody likes them—except the same lard-assed despots who support school levies hoping to save 50% on their child care services.  It costs levy supporters far less to pay $6000 per year in taxes than a baby sitter or private caretaker will charge to watch their children while they build their lives around their careers.  What it ultimately comes down to is that the typical levy supporter, and the members of the MEA, and every education association under the Ohio Education Association are too lazy and thoughtless to actually teach anything useful—yet they want to be paid a king’s ransom to instruct American youth to be soft minded slugs and useless caretakers of tomorrow’s problems.

Every labor union—especially those connected to government—like the teaching profession is—are simply lipstick on a pig born in Germany where the concept of socialism was created and exported to the rest of the world.  Every labor union is connected to the “Worker’s Movement” as conceived by Karl Marx himself and cares not anything for the minds of children, but is strategically positioning themselves to attack the concept of private property in all capitalist countries.  Once the lipstick is wiped off the swine what one finds underneath is a feces covered pig trying to disguise itself as something more worthy of life than a trip to the slaughterhouse.

The labor union confiscation of the American education industry is the single most direct attack on America that there is.  It pales the attack on Pearl Harbor, or the destruction of the World Trade Center on 9/11.  It is not Islamic driven terrorism, home-grown government dissidents, or crazed lunatics driven by political hatred that most threaten America.  it is the deliberate destruction of our children through public education by radical zealots of socialism and liberalism in general who wish to undermine everything The United States was built upon by corrupting the youth off extracted taxation from its property values killing two birds with one stone.  Public education is not free—it’s only free for those who own no property.  And the value of it is useless because what the teachers of the MEA are instructing are the wrong kinds of things kids should be learning.  Public education needs to be completely reinvented because its current form is utterly useless to a capitalist society.

The nightly news likes pigs in lipstick because they think it’s cute—the way a little girl might dress up a dog, or put a dress on an animal meant to be dinner.  It’s a game to them that fills air time—but they ignore the impact that the game places on American youth.  Most adults who enjoy the experience of public education think back to their proms, to the football games, to the social events born of public education and they mindlessly support the whole endeavor because of a few fun experiences.  They do so out of reverence for the show conducted by the pigs in lipstick.  They ignore the slop house where the pigs reside or the contemplation of their inevitable futures ground into bacon to be served for breakfast—they just enjoy the show of pigs in lipstick dancing on a stage of their design.

But it’s not funny or cute when the minds of young people are robed, and the economy of America is attacked, and political leaders ride the back of this social mechanism to stay in power—write more laws, and do even more damage—all at the expense of children’s futures.  Public education is the single most dangerous attribute of modern society—it is far more dangerous than any notion of global warming, or international terror, of domestic school shootings, of any civil rights issue—because public schools touch the lives of virtually every human being in a country—especially America. Their children are legally obligated to attend public school, and property owners pay the bill off an inflated value driven by a dollar value propped up by quantitative easing.  The property values for homes is not high because of their intrinsic value, but because for the taxes to be extracted there has to be value provided and that value must be artificially inflated so that the expectations of increased costs can be met.  The end game is financial collapse and the minds who must deal with that financial collapse are being taught in the public schools that two men kissing each other has more value than balancing a check book, or learning how to weld two sheets of metal together.  Kids are taught useless progressive propaganda and left unarmed to deal with the real problems caused by the pigs in lipstick.

There is no way to save public education so long as labor unions are involved.  They are the pigs in lipstick using makeup to cover up their ugly swine-like tendencies.  Public education for a time, before labor unions came into power was a noble ideal, and it worked alright during the early stages of labor union control until the Department of Education centralized education in league through the Department of Labor with the labor union desire to expand the government work force through tax backed employment rooted in communism.  To protect itself from critical analysis, labor unions and their supporters dress in lipstick hoping to seduce away scrutiny of their real intentions which are anti-capitalist and anti-economic strength.  The very concept is rooted in failure and cannot be saved because the illusion is only makeup skin deep.  What is at the core of public education is rotten and devastating to any culture implementing it—and must be abandoned if there is any hope of saving one child, let alone millions.

This is why the teachers of the MEA are pigs in lipstick and all their supporters enemies of the our nation.  Where is that GM parts plant now from the strike in 2o07?  Gone, just like public education is headed funded off tax money and liberal instruction.

Rich Hoffman



Why Public Education is Dangerous to the Human Race: The meaning behind Ohio school scores

It is an unpopular position to state that the American education system is disgraceful, and that the labor unions are destroying the minds of American youth.  My position against public education has caused many uncomfortable engagements with people who obviously do not know the facts, or are willingly ignoring them. I have associated with entertainment professionals, science foundations, business leaders, and just casual everyday people and due to my positions, they are not sure whether they like me, or hate me.  Yet I am unconcerned by these appraisals, because to my eyes, the worst thing any society can do is destroy the mind of young people.  In the 1930’s the United States had the best school system in the world.    Now we are ranked at 32 – below Cyprus.   More money thrown at teacher unions has not helped American schools.   The curriculum taught in these schools have destroyed them and the kids in attendance.  The situation has become notably worse in just the few years I have spent covering these issues and making my disapproval so vocal.  I know that sooner rather than later, my opinions about public education will be mainstream—so any current resistance to my evaluation will dissolve with time.

Honestly, I can’t think of a more pleasurable event than watching the minds of children coming on.  Our society puts a lot of effort into these young people from ages 3 to 5, and it is wonderful to see children learning to talk and interact with the world in a completely open manner—not fearful of failing, no resistance to adventure—just open books looking or good material to imprint upon their brains. Conversely, the saddest is when those minds are turned off.  Some of the saddest moments of my life were not the death of loved ones, or the occasional tragedies that happen, but in watching people I have known deliberately turn off their minds through intoxication or deliberate stupidity.  A room full of college kids getting “high” in a small fraternity room at Miami University, a passed out girl nude and gang raped by everyone at a party covered with beer, spit and semen, or a former reading advocate who gave up books for cocaine and found themselves a twisted mess within months of making the perilous decision are examples of what I consider the worst examples of human detriment.  The young girl I am thinking of saddened me because I thought at the time that once not that long ago she was somebody’s pride and joy.  She was a wide-eyed child figuring out that circles and squares were different and she was learning how to string together words to make sentences.   The world was alive with adventure and thought and within a decade of that behavior she was robbed of her dignity and abused by others in the same state to be forever tarnished and lowered in her own mind never again to reach for the stars of opportunity.  After a few of these events, the young mind always reaches for less, and less until they are unhappy grey hairs on a collision course with their own death only to live fruitless, uneventful lives as a malcontent.  Those paths to destruction begin young, and are planted in their minds at public schools—and for that reason—I hate those places.

Children before they attend public schools are alive and curious.  After they are numbed and destroyed.  By the grades of 3 to 5, most children are so turned off to the world they no longer function properly.  By the grade of 6 to 8, children are pulled nearly exclusively into the didactic world of puberty—the public schools are not palaces of adventure and learning—but of sexual pursuits or the option of it through peer group development.  Peer groups form and sexual pairings occur along the lines of those boundaries.  The appeal of gang raping an intoxicated female once grades 9 through 12 are reached are that alcohol and drugs break down those peer boundaries and inter-pollination of sexual advancement can take place through thoughtless exchange.  By the time these tarnished youth arrive in college, the peer groups further devolve into complete social neurosis paving the way for democratic unity.  With peer groups stripped away, these minds are now ready to accept their role in the “middleclass” under of course the political upper-class who makes the law and substitutes the teacher role as an object of authority.  Once jobs are obtained, and children are born, the public educated victim becomes more “conservative” and may even vote for a Republican.  This they hope gives them redeeming value for all the mistakes they made in their past.  Two decades later, they are in physical decline and willing to yield to the youth of the next generation not departing wisdom but in worshipping them with a lust not felt in 40 years.  Regret fills their minds, corrupts their hearts, and destroys their families.  By the time they are in a coffin and visitors come to see their vacant bodies, there are a few good things that are remembered by those left behind, but mostly it is sadness.  The sadness is not in missing the person who has died, but in all the potential they had, which was not developed, or lost during their lives by thinking wrongly about things.  This pattern of living is getting worse, and is the fault of our public education system.

To measure just how bad the situation is the below statistics come from a friend of mine who used to be a school board member.  The information she provides is startlingly illuminating as to the real contents of the public education problem.  Public schools are not teaching children, they are simply performing a scam selling an elixir—a cure all to life’s problems—but once consumed the student discovers there is nothing there.   I am willing to call the situation what it is—after the scam that it is because of the way it is destroying minds and sending young people into lives of unhappy adulthood where the magic of youth has been destroyed.  The confirmation of such an assertion can be seen in the college readiness scores shown below of a number of area schools.  More information can be found at my friend’s site linked below.

The college readiness statistic is based on a score of 100%.   That means 100% of the senior students in a school took the test and 100% passed the test. Every student had to take and pass at least one AP class.  Few schools reach the 100% mark. The math and reading scores are based on the number of seniors that took and the number that passed the Ohio State Exit exam.  Listed below are some examples of the scores.

WALNUT HILLS – Rank: Ohio 1  National 77  College Readiness Score 81.3

College Readiness:  92% tested   78% passed

Math – 100% proficient  0% not proficient   scored at 4.8

Reading – 100% proficient 0% not proficient scored at 4.4

WYOMING – Rank:    Ohio 2   National 110  College Readiness Score 74.4

College Readiness:  83% tested   71% passed

Math – 98% proficient 2% not proficient   scored at 4.6

Reading – 97% proficient 3% not proficient  scored at 4.4

SYCAMORE H. S. – Rank: Ohio 23 National 514   College Readiness 46.6

College Readiness:  51% tested  45% passed

Math – 96% proficient 4% not proficient  scored at 4.5

Reading – 97% proficient  3% not proficient  scored at 4.3

KINGS – Rank:   Ohio 31   National 666   College Readiness  42.2

College Readiness:   52% tested   39% passed

Math – 94% proficient  6% not proficient  scored at 4.2

Reading – 94% proficient 6% not proficient scored at 3.9

MILFORD – Rank:   Ohio 32   National 707  College Readiness 41.4

College Readiness:   54% tested 37% passed

Math – 91% proficient  9% not proficient   scored at 4.2

Reading – 94% proficient 6% not proficient   scored at 3.9

MASON H. S. – Rank:  Ohio 34    National 720  College Readiness 40.9

College Readiness:   44% tested   40% passed

Math – 96% proficient    4% not proficient   scored at 4.6

Reading –  97% proficient  3% not proficient   scored at 4.2

LAKOTA EAST  –  Rank:  Ohio 36   National 750  College Readiness 40.4

College Readiness:  44% tested  39% passed

Math – 96% proficient  4% not proficient   scored at 4.4

Reading – 97% proficient 3% not proficient  scored at 4.1

LOVELAND  –  Rank:  Ohio 43  National 955  College Readiness 35.7

College Readiness:  42% tested  34% passed

Math – 94% proficient  6% not proficient scored at 4.3

Reading – 96% proficient  4% not proficient scored at 4.1

LEBANON – Rank:   Ohio 51  National 1119  College Readiness 32.6

College Readiness:  41% tested  30% passed  (approximately 60 students)

Math – 92% proficient  8% not proficient   scored at 4.1

Reading – 94% proficient 6% not proficient scored at 3.9 (near OH Average)

LAKOTA WEST –  Rank:  Ohio 53  National 1178  College Readiness 31.3

College Readiness:   34% tested 31% passed

Math – 96% proficient  4% not proficient  scored at 4.4

Reading – 95% proficient 5% not proficient  Scored at 4.1 (above OH average)

CENTERVILLE –  Rank:   Ohio 70   National 1436  College Readiness 27.0

College Readiness:   32% tested  25% passed

Math – 94% proficient  6% not proficient   scored at 4.4 (above OH average)

Reading – 96% proficient  4% not proficient  scored at 4.2 (above OH average)

SPRINGBORO – Rank:   Ohio 84   National 1629 College Readiness 23.5

College Readiness:   29% tested 22% passed

Math – 97% proficient  3% not proficient scored at 4.5 (above OH average)

Reading – 98% proficient  2% not proficient  scored at 4.1 (above OH average)

MONROE – Rank:  Ohio 93  National 1698  College Readiness 22.5

College Readiness:   38% tested 17% passed

Math – 89% proficient  11% not proficient scored at 4.0 (near OH average)

Reading – 96% proficient  4% not proficient scored at 3.8 (above OH average)

VALLEY H. S.(297 students)  Not ranked  College Readiness 18.3

College Readiness:   30% tested 14% passed

Math – 92% proficient  8% not proficient scored at 4.2 (above OH average)

Reading – 90% proficient 10% not proficient scored at 3.7 (near OH average)

The reason I am going to all this effort to post these scores is so that a valid comparison can be made.   Note that Walnut Hills has a college readiness score of 81.3 and that 92% of their senior class took the test.  Compare that to Lebanon where only 41% were tested and 30% of those passed the test. If you calculate that out you will find that only 60 AP students passed the test. That is 60 out of approximately 500 students.


The test is pure propaganda meant to disguise what is really going on, and the schools and law makers are all openly participating in the deception.  The entire purpose of the test is not to ensure that children are learning, but to keep the money flowing into their incompetent jobs of the labor union employees and tax funded colleges.  It is a scam designed to feed off the minds of people only to discard them like dirty laundry in search of the next victim.  Ultimately once children learn to read, and think and they see what is really going on, they take on a kind of prison inmate position to the school experience and they make their moves to survive in that culture.  They pair up with a peer group to protect them and hope to get out alive.  This starts them on a life of bad decisions that lead one into another for the rest of their lives and is caused by the public education experience.

I feel very passionate about those houses of horror.  I despise them more now than ever—because I know that the testing, and school scoring have no basis in reality, but are designed with one intention in mind—to convince tax payers to continue funding the insane behavior.  They are lies because the real statistic is that Cyprus is now ahead of The United States in educational aptitude.  To truly understand how bad the situation really is read the below report, which refers to a 1983 document titled A Nation At Risk.  The situation is dire!  And remember this; the Department of Education was formed in 1979.  The 1983 report was only 4 years into the DOE existence.  We are now three decades of destruction into its incompetency now.


So I offer no apologies to the insanity that is public education.  It is a failure and should be massively defunded—abandoned, and rebuilt around competitive models.  The labor unions should be outlawed, and the curriculum must be totally overhauled.  It is the number one problem facing the modern United States because public education is breeding stupidity—not saving the world from it.  And for that, I have strong feelings that are quite rational—if the facts are understood in context.

Rich Hoffman www.OVERMANWARRIOR.com


The Cost of Passive-Agressivism: Overcoming major attacks against GDP productivity

One of the unspoken reasons which I discussed in yesterday’s article of why communism fails is a trait that I am intimately aware of.  It might be said that it’s my specialty and most practiced attribute—defeating passive aggression in rivals and allies for strategic objectives.  I can spot passive aggressive behavior 4 million light years away, and I have no sympathy for it when I see it.  I also have no patience for it—and it is a growing trait taught in our public schools, advocated by our political system, and embraced by our business methods.  It is wrong and must be changed as a fundamental behavior pattern in modern society or the GDP of all the nations on earth will struggle and collapse under the burdens placed upon their social expectations.

For the proper definitions of passive-aggression disorder I will turn to Wikipedia, because they have a nice concise definition there that is easy for a layman to understand.  Without question, this is the number one attribute threatening modern business, and is the nail in the coffin for those advocating communism.  Even though the push for communism in public schools has perpetuated passive -aggressive behavior in society at large, it has formed in the human mind as a natural rebellion toward authority figures.  The more authority figures try to assert their domination over others—the more control those authority figures have over others, the more that passive-aggressive attitudes will form as a line of defense in the human mind.  It is a trait that I understand as I despise authority figures myself.  But when passive-aggression is coupled with other human frailties, such as sexual addiction, financial irresponsibility, obesity, various psychological insecurities, drug addiction, and other acts of personal liability—they are devastating to the act of productivity which makes them a national threat of epic proportions.  When passive-aggressive trends are allowed to fester up like lava under the earth only to be released through a volcanic explosion, the politics of our day and economic order of all involved are threatened.  So for those who are not aware of what passive-aggressive behavior is, the below definitions will begin to cast a light upon everything you knew was always there in the darkness—but lacked the vision to see clearly.

Passive-aggressive behavior is the indirect expression of hostility, such as through procrastinationsarcasm, hostile jokes, stubbornness, resentment, sullenness, or deliberate or repeated failure to accomplish requested tasks for which one is (often explicitly) responsible.

For research purposes, the DSM-IV describes passive-aggressive personality disorder as a “pervasive pattern of negativistic attitudes and passive resistance to demands for adequate performance in social and occupational situations”.

Concept in different areas

In psychology

In psychology, passive-aggressive behavior is characterized by an habitual pattern of passive resistance to expected work requirements, opposition, stubbornness, and negativistic attitudes in response to requirements for normal performance levels expected of others. Most frequently it occurs in the workplace where resistance is exhibited by such indirect behaviors as procrastination, forgetfulness, and purposeful inefficiency, especially in reaction to demands by authority figures, but it can also occur in interpersonal contexts.[1]

Passive-aggressive may also refer to a person who refuses to acknowledge their own aggression (in the sense of “agency”), and who manages that denial by projecting it. This type of person insists on seeing themselves as the blameless victims in all situations.[citation needed]

According to Living with the Passive-Aggressive Man, a self-help book, a passive man does little to get what he wants as it is too much effort to do so, and ranges from the inept “loser” type to the conformist who does anything to be liked, avoids making waves and rarely says what he feels.[3]

In social protest

Passive-aggressive behavior is not the same as nonviolent resistance exhibited in groups by social protesters. The nonviolent campaigner is working to defeat demands for social behavior required by others as a method of defiance of authority figures. The person characterized by passive-aggressive behavior is not working with others toward a defined social goal.

In conflict theory

In conflict theory, passive resistance is a rational response to demands that may simply be disagreed with. Passive-aggressive behavior can resemble a behavior better described as catty, as it consists of deliberate, active, but carefully veiled hostile acts which are distinctively different in character from the non-assertive style of passive aggression.[4]

In the workplace

Main article: Workplace conflict

Passive-aggressive behavior from workers and managers is damaging to team unity and productivity. Warner in the ad for his online ebook says: “The worst case of passive-aggressive behavior involves destructive attitudes such as negativity, sullenness, resentment, procrastination, ‘forgetting’ to do something, chronic lateness, and intentional inefficiency.” If this behavior is ignored it could result in decreased office efficiency and frustration among workers.[5] If managers are passive-aggressive in their behavior, it can end up stifling team creativity. De Angelis says “It would actually make perfect sense that those promoted to leadership positions might often be those who on the surface appear to be agreeable, diplomatic and supportive, yet who are actually dishonest, backstabbing saboteurs behind the scenes.”[6]

Passive-aggressive personality disorder was listed as an Axis II personality disorder in the DSM-III-R, but was moved in the DSM-IV to Appendix B (“Criteria Sets and Axes Provided for Further Study”) because of controversy and the need for further research on how to also categorize the behaviors in a future edition. According to DSM-IV, passive-aggressive personality disorder is “often overtly ambivalent, wavering indecisively from one course of action to its opposite. They may follow an erratic path that causes endless wrangles with others and disappointment for themselves.” Characteristic of these persons is an “intense conflict dependence on other and the desire for self-assertion.” Although exhibiting superficial bravado, their self-confidence is often very poor, and others react to them with hostility and negativity. This diagnosis is not made if the behavior is exhibited during a major depressive episode or can be attributed to dysthymic disorder.[1]

Millon’s subtypes

The psychologist Theodore Millon has proposed four subtypes of ‘negativist’ (‘passive-aggressive’).[7] Any individual negativist may exhibit none or one of the following:

Subtype Description Personality Traits
Vacillating Including borderline personality disorder features Emotions fluctuate in bewildering, perplexing, and enigmatic ways; difficult to fathom or comprehend own capricious and mystifying moods; wavers, in flux, and irresolute both subjectively and intrapsychically.
Discontented Including depressive personality disorder features Grumbling, petty, testy, cranky, embittered, complaining, fretful, vexed, and moody; gripes behind pretense; avoids confrontation; uses legitimate but trivial complaints.
Circuitous Including dependent personality disorder features Opposition displayed in a roundabout, labyrinthine, and ambiguous manner, e.g., procrastination, dawdling, forgetfulness, inefficiency, neglect, stubbornness, indirect and devious in venting resentment and resistant behaviors.
Abrasive Including sadistic personality disorder features Contentious, intransigent, fractious, and quarrelsome; irritable, caustic, debasing, corrosive, and acrimonious, contradicts and derogates; few qualms and little conscience or remorse. (no longer a valid diagnosis in DSM)

Children who sugarcoat hostility may have difficulties being assertive, never developing better coping strategies or skills for self-expression. They can become adults who, beneath a “seductive veneer,” harbor “vindictive intent,” in the words of US congressman/psychologist Timothy F. Murphy, and writer/practicing therapist Loriann Oberlin.[9] Alternatively individuals may simply have difficulty being as directly aggressive or assertive as others. Martin Kantor suggests three areas that contribute to passive-aggressive anger in individuals: conflicts about dependency, control, and competition, and that a person may be termed passive-aggressive if they behave so to most persons on most occasions.[10]

Murphy and Oberlin also see passive aggression as part of a larger umbrella of hidden anger stemming from ten traits of the angry child or adult. These traits include making one’s own misery, the inability to analyze problems, blaming others, turning bad feelings into angry ones, attacking people, lacking empathy, using anger to gain power, confusing anger with self-esteem, and indulging in negative self-talk. Lastly, the authors point out that those who hide their anger can be nice when they wish to be.[11]

Passive-aggressive behavior was first defined clinically by Colonel William Menninger during World War II in the context of men’s reaction to military compliance. Menninger described soldiers who were not openly defiant but expressed their aggressiveness “by passive measures, such as pouting, stubbornness, procrastination, inefficiency, and passive obstructionism” due to what Menninger saw as an “immaturity” and a reaction to “routine military stress”.[13]

According to some psychoanalytic views, noncompliance is not indicative of true passive-aggressive behavior, which may instead be defined as the manifestation of emotions that have been repressed based on a self-imposed need for acceptance.

In the first version of the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, DSM-I, in 1952, the passive-aggressive was defined in a narrow way, grouped together with the passive-dependent.

The DSM-III-R stated in 1987 that passive-aggressive disorder is typified by, among other things, “fail[ing] to do the laundry or to stock the kitchen with food because of procrastination and dawdling.”[13]

Increased public exposure to the term has led to websites like Passive-Aggressive Notes, which uploads purportedly passive-aggressive emails, notes and signs, although many of the examples are not correctly passive-aggressive in nature.


It might be said accurately that my experiences with passive-aggressive disorders are the number one reason I have turned against public education institutions and colleges.  They have bred more of this behavior in society not less of it—because of their authoritarian approach to education.  This has taken America’s workforce and infested their minds with the disorder making doing business with them nearly impossible.  I have done well in my life stepping around the disorder in a way that does not destroy the people suffering from it—but it takes a lot of work.  I sincerely wish more people would have success in overcoming it, but the problem is so pervasive that I only know of a handful of people anywhere who can accurately diagnose the effects and can side-step the attacks without destroying the opportunity at productivity.

Passive-aggressiveness is a direct result of the rise of communism in the 20th Century.  It was the human mind’s defense against such a social intrusion upon their individual sanctity. The way to counter it is to respect the free will of those victimized while at the same time helping them find objectives in their lives which align their true goals with the needs for productivity.  When dealing with people who don’t truly know what they want in life—it is really too much to ask to do the work for them, but often that is what is required—and it can be taxing.  However, when the cause and effects are understood it is possible.  Human beings and their brains are simply computer programs.  If there are errors which occur during the uploading of data throughout their lives, their minds become fragmented and a simple defrag of their mental processing will get them pointed in the right direction.  Ultimately, people simply want all the same things; they want shelter, food, love, and a sense of purpose.  Once you can help them achieve those things, the negatives of passive—aggressive behavior can be overridden.

Social engineers, climate terrorists, over indulgent managers, power-hungry politicians, and all addicts of authoritarian regime are the causes of passive aggression because they attempt to manipulate the basic needs of human beings.  If the basic needs of a human being are threatened in some way, passive-aggression will raise up to counter the effect.  There are no drugs that can help this condition—they can only turn the mind off to the pain of duality.  The problem is one of social context where others wish to impose upon individuals their needs—which threaten the basic needs of human beings.  For instance, the social reaction to the Michael Sam kiss with his boyfriend on ESPN after being drafted by the St. Louis Rams NFL team was negative and is the cause of much passive-aggressive anxiety currently.  ESPN owned by the Disney Corporation overplayed the situation because they want the political groups backed by the LGBT community to not attack their parent company.  ESPN feels they must demonstrate the proper level of “progressivism” to keep lawyers representing parasitic social groups from attacking their productive assertions.  Society at large wishing to find love, have babies and grow old with a spouse see such a thing as gay “love” as a threat to their core wishes, yet they cannot express their frustration because the media has stated that accepting gay activity is needed for an advanced society forcing individuals to relieve their aggression toward their anxiety—in a passive—acceptable way.  Progressives have set the table in every instance, making Disney fearful of lawsuits for not embracing same-sex demographics, teaching society through public education to repress their behavioral judgment and critical thinking to accept social advances advocated by progressives.  This has changed surface behavior, but not the core desires of human beings.

As an example, an obese young woman in her late twenties functioning through life without a boyfriend and a houseful of cats may say publicly about the Michael Sam kiss—“good for them.  They are in love, and happy, and now Sam can play on an NFL team.”  But that same young woman may look at Sam’s boyfriend and find him attractive and be resentful that there is one less man in the world available to her to marry and have babies with.  She may have considered adoption, but it’s not the same as giving birth to a genetic child of her own born from the love she longs to share with a husband.  She is likely to develop a severe passive-aggressive attitude toward gay sexuality that she will mask in public, but act out against in private.  She would be the one to spit in the drink of a gay couple if she was a waitress in a restaurant they were attending, or short change them in an exchange of currency at a movie theater—just to rectify her deeply hidden anxiety over not having a mate in a society that is 50% male.  She will find it personally devastating that two men would rather be with each other than for one to pick her as a mate.   She could become a lesbian, but that won’t help her have a biological child of her own—so instead she spits in the drink of the gay couple and smiles inwardly to herself at her revenge.

After years of such passive-aggression people become very good at it, and soon they are performing it whenever their boss  asks them to perform a task, or their parents demand a family get together when they have an otherwise overwhelming busy schedule, or a spouse wants sex when the partner isn’t in the mood.  Soon, people’s lives are consumed with passive-aggressive disorder and they lose sight of strategic goals that might actually help them because they can’t see the forest for the trees—because their minds are so rotten with anxiety due to too much authority in their lives, which they act against their own needs without realizing it.

The problem of passive-aggression was created by the academic elite because of their love of communism, yet it also prevents communism from ever working—because communism is not aligned with the needs of the human mind—it does not provide shelter unless trust in the state can be maintained—which will fail because of the faulty nature of bureaucracies.  It cannot deal with individual needs as communism is focused on collective salvation—so personal relationship issues are completely neglected.   And any kind of Gross Domestic Product produced under a communist regime will be under performed because of the passive-aggressive disorders of their society.  Why do people think that even with the GDP of China about to overtake the United States that Chinese workers are committing suicide off the top of iPhone factories and still seeking anyway possible to leave that country and come to America—because they want freedom first—over economic vitality.  The GDP of an individual in China means nothing because it goes toward the collective and there isn’t enough passive-aggressive behavior in such places that can offset such a reality without destroying their very lives.  At least in America passive-aggression can still gain traction because individual freedom is still entertained as a viable option.  But communism will not end passive-aggression; it will make more of it—and in America we are already dangerously close to perpetual inaction in virtually every productive field of endeavor.

Passive-aggressive disorder is a byproduct of too much authority and not enough attention to individual sanctity.  In America it is the result of a failed education system and a nation that has lost its values for individual liberty.  Socially, the politics of our day have forced people with social castigation, financial hardship, and perpetual punishment if they show displeasure at two men kissing on national television—but deep down inside are a whole range of human emotions that are fighting to defend themselves from such an intrusion.  And thus…………….that is the beginning of passive-aggressive disorder and the destructive events which fall in its wake.

Rich Hoffman



The ENORMOUS box office of Godzilla: A skeleton key to human civilization

You could smell it in the air on Friday.  My wife and I went to an early showing of Godzilla after having a nice lunch at Chick-fil-A and already the Showcase Cinema in Springdale, Ohio was cranked up in anticipation of what turned out to be a fabulous movie.  READ MY REVIEW HERE.   It was simply a jaw-dropping experience and the buzz was already percolating into what would become a $32 million dollar evening after a $9 million dollar Thursday night of special showings.  The theater was buzzing with excitement the likes of which I had not seen in years and the film hadn’t even thought of hitting Saturday yet.  Projections had the film only doing $65 million dollars over the weekend, but by Saturday morning, it was obvious that Godzilla would crush the opening of Spiderman 2, from two weeks earlier of $91 million.  My wife and I bought our Imax ticket and quickly discovered on a gigantic poster that we would be treated to a free popcorn just for buying the Imax ticket, so we picked up some wonderfully buttered popcorn and stepped into history as the best monster movie ever to be filmed played before our eyes.  During the climax my wife was so excited she almost leapt at the screen laughing, pointing, and was ready to punch something.

At the conclusion a few of the employees who came in to clean up asked me how the movie was, and stated that they couldn’t wait to get off work so they could see it.  My wife and I were the last to leave the theater and I told them that they needed to clock out right now, and get up in those seats and watch this movie right now.  It was that incredible, history making awe inspiring—and the ramifications of it would manifest long after what would turn out to be a monumental opening weekend.  I knew as the credits stopped rolling that this movie was going to explode with global business that would topple $1 billion dollars and launch new life into a film genre that will ignite the imaginations of millions of young people and I enjoyed the reverence.  Unlike The Amazing Spiderman 2 which saw a major drop in business during its second week of release, Godzilla would likely see even more business over the upcoming Memorial Day weekend as word of mouth will spread like wildfire about how good the movie is.

So what does this mean?  Why is the box office of Godzilla so important?  Well, I have been writing a lot lately about the importance of mythology in our culture.  It shapes everything from philosophy to politics and is likely the most important attribute to any human society.  There are a lot of elements in our present world that makes human beings feel powerless, and subjected to abuses, so when their imaginations are stimulated with thought, there is a sense of freedom in the exchange.  When a movie is as exciting as Godzilla is, and inspires so many people to go to a theater to experience it, a unifying philosophy is being painted across the canvas of human society and it is a wonderful thing to witness.  When a movie does that kind of business, other studios are forced to copy, and that means that films that are losers, like Cloud Atlas, Life of Pi, and other progressive films must adapt and compete against traditional films that a majority of the world population yearns for.

There is no group hugging going on in Godzilla.  The hero is Godzilla who stands as a solitary savior of mankind and the main protagonist who is on his own adventure is also the last man standing to save mankind from disaster.  The rest of the characters can only watch everything happening with passive helplessness.  It is in this attribute that once again traditional films destroy the box office business of collective message stories attempting to sell progressive storylines.  When a traditional old-fashioned film like Godzilla does such good business the public is voting, and the votes favor tradition because other studios—due to capitalism are forced to compete or go out of business.

Japan’s Tolo studios have had the rights to Godzilla for years, and they have nurtured it along.  But they knew that if they wanted to take Godzilla into the realm of international—mainstream sensation, they needed Legendary Pictures to pull off the task.  Legendary Pictures put up 75% of the nearly $200 million dollar budget and hired relative newcomer Gareth Edwards to direct the film.  There weren’t any film studios in France able to perform such a task, not in England, not in Germany, certainly not in China and Japan was obviously limited in their abilities.  It took an American production company to achieve the objective of spreading the Godzilla message and did they ever pull it off.  The risk of Gareth Edwards not only paid off, but the film will evolve into a sensation that will not be forgotten any time soon.  It is a benchmark film that will take the world by storm.

This is yet another example of many themes discussed here at Overmanwarrior’s Wisdom day in and day out over a number of years now and it was quite refreshing to see the early wave of Godzilla before everything became much noisier.  I was not surprised to see such a ruckus, human beings are starving from substance, and Godzilla delivers it.  If Godzilla were simply about destruction, it wouldn’t do such good box office numbers, and the buildup of the character over the last 60 years has not prepared people for this kind of market desire.  The old films were fun films, but not good ones.  It is for the unspoken themes for which Godzilla is so popular, the one against the many, the mysteries of our own past unrealized, the protection of man’s creations over the creations of nature, the futility of those same creations against the scale of nature at times, and individual will.  It’s also about hopes, dreams, and the importance of family.   The scene where the main protagonist helps a little boy find his parents is just another reiteration of that main family theme found throughout the film.

History has been made and it was a fun weekend watching the events come together as the box office numbers of Godzilla came in.  It felt like victory for all those who support classic elements in movies which builds the mythology not just of our nation, but now of the world.  These days, it’s no longer cars that America exports that are so prized throughout the world, or the aviation industry, or even food—it is mythology which can only come from the imaginations of free people.  Only in America could a movie like Godzilla be made, and that was obvious as I left the theater ahead of a box office wave which consumed the world and brought a smile to my face for more reasons than that the movie was a great one.  Mythology has the answers to many of our contemporary problems and hidden within the Godzilla film is the skeleton key to healing human civilization.   And the key has now been turned.

By the way, Lengendary Pictures is now working with Universal Studios and their next big monster movie after Godzilla is Jurassic World.  And they love the script so much, they are already talking sequels.  I am very happy!  And really looking forward to it!

Rich Hoffman