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I watched the Academy Awards for all of 10 minutes. When the first award went to Dallas Buyers Club for a supporting actor role in a film that featured HIV issues and a cross dresser, I turned it off and went back to my books. The Academy had snubbed the films I liked in 2013, particularly the Man of Steel and the Wolf of Wall Street, so I lost interest in less than a nanosecond once the progressive leanings of the Academy were on full display. The good girl actress Amy Adams took off her top for American Hustle, and received a nomination for it of course—and another slave film won best picture—of course. Progressive politics were on full display, so I didn’t waste my time.
The Wolf of Wall Street didn’t win any awards which was not so odd. The movie was laced with controversy because many critics felt the film highlighted the benefits of financial excess and was sending the wrong message to the public—and that bothered me. As it has being pointed out, and elaborated in many different ways, progressives are part of the original communist push. They simply disguised their dialogue when American resistance toward communism became known—so they repackaged the collectivism of communism behind the name progressivism. Any progressive working in Hollywood—which is most people, are advocating communism—essentially. They are part of a vast Communist Party USA strategy to undermine American lifestyles in support of communist expansion. Pulling Americans focus on Civil Rights issues—which are important—but not the only thing to be concerned about, communists can advance their strategy of collectivism without resistance. That is why films like Dallas Buyers Club won over films like the Wolf of Wall Street. One film advocated AIDS awareness and cross dressing, the other on the root of money and the validity of excess.
It is the goal of communists to destroy the American economy so that world-wide socialism of interdependent need can arise. So long as Americans are independently wealthy, the communist plot will not work—so they attack it at every turn with a mythology of “finite resources.” Yet in communist countries resources are finite because government controls every aspect of society from food production to the creation of art. In a communist country resources are only produced within the management capacity of the government bureaucracy. Yet in America money is “made.” It is a term that is specific to America and is the biggest opposition to communist expansion that is currently holding back the platform of progressivism from entering every home in America. Americans love-making money, and so long as that trend continues, communism will not advance far enough in American society to change the culture toward open socialism. So film critics trained by their universities in the ways of progressivism decry “excess” in American lifestyles as a bad thing.
Yet when one thinks about it, why does America have an excess of anything? It is because they have made more than they need—because under capitalism, independent people produce outside of the control of the government. This is how a country arrives at an excess, because market values drive the activity—not a government official who may or may not have the skill to know when, how, and why a sector of their society needs to produce something within an appropriate lead time. This is why Americans have excess while countries that support socialism and communism do not. This is the only reason. In America anybody can be a wealthy person if they are willing to do the work. In communist countries you have to be an insider to the party to receive wealth—and that is the main problem with progressivism.
In the Dallas Buyers Club the protagonists had to go to Mexico to find suitable medicine for their HIV sickness. The reason is that the FDA has restricted such development in America needlessly. The film focuses primarily on the unfairness of this problem and deals with the lifestyle choices of the main protagonists who just want to live free—which is how they got AIDS in the first place. Yet it is progressivism that has infected the FDA and caused the medicine to not be produced in The United States leaving the protagonists to get it in an unrestricted financial zone like Mexico. This plot gives support to George Soros Open Society programs, and I would not be surprised if some of his money did not find its way into the finance of the movie—because it is propaganda constructed exclusively to benefit progressive politics.
Yet if America openly removed such progressive, communist influence from its government there is no reason why medicine for HIV couldn’t be created along with stem cell research, and cures for cancer which currently exist—but have been fought by the FDA for many years. America has the ability to create excess in medicine, excess in health, excess in wealth, excess in goodness—excesses in virtually every category—but the restrictions are created by progressivism—with too much government control.
The Dallas Buyers Club does what Hollywood advocates all the time—it uses one argument to undermine another one which they created in the first place with their micro management government philosophy. Then they blame the excess of American Wall Street tycoons as the stars of Hollywood wear $10,000 dollar dresses down the red carpet and talk about their artistic endeavors in film to over a billion people when it is the excess of America which created the platform for their work in the first place. So it is very disenchanting to give a film like the Dallas Buyers Club, which had some nice points, awards over a film like the Wolf of Wall Street.
What progressives speak against is production then complain when there isn’t enough of something to go around—which is a factor seen in every socialist, and communist country. Resources are always limited because the people of those cultures have been trained to be unproductive. The excesses of America are a wonderful thing, because it means that America made more of what they needed, leaving more for others to enjoy. This ideal that wealth should be limited or shared with those who are not contributing to production is an absolutely stupid ideal. No wonder Karl Marx died in poverty. He was a God damn idiot—and the world willingly followed after his example to preposterously disastrous results. Is it any wonder that the world suffers from shortages of water, food, or clothing—or money in general? America is a culture that “makes money.” It is because of capitalism that it does this. It is because of socialism that the characters in Dallas Buyers Club had to go to Mexico to get drugs for their reckless sex practices. Because the drugs were regulated and managed by a society that uses government to manage things they are not qualified to have anything to do with. Because of the idiocy of the Hollywood industry in presenting this duality to billions of people who tuned in to watch the Academy Awards—I turned off the show and read a book, which was a much better and far more productive use of my time.
I have heard for as long as I’ve interacted with people how my enjoyment of fantasy is an escape from reality brought upon by a desire to not deal with the facts of circumstance. People who desire that the earth is only 4000 years old because thinking outside of those parameters wrecks the foundations of their very lives—do not like things that rock their boat of perceived reality. They are often content to view the world as it has been prepared for them by politics, public relation firms, and religion—and react with disdain toward those who wish to think outside of those boundaries. I find such people grotesquely ignorant, small-minded, and foolishly reckless to not only their lives, but those who they come in contact with. The older I get, the more I despise those people. They are detriments to intelligence. Fantasy is the vehicle to take the mind out of circumstance and into places where new ideas are born. In the context of intelligence the need for fantasy, imagination, and out-of-boundary thought is the specific human need for mythology. Dogs, cats and gold-fish have no need for mythology—they are driven by the basic need to eat, dispose of their waste, and reproduce. Nothing else. The human being thinks—giving mythology a much more important role to their vivid imaginations bringing logic and fantasy together to consider “what if.” This important process was never so brilliantly exhibited than in the Make-A-Wish Foundation story of 5-year-old Miles Scott who is currently in remission from leukemia. Watch this!
It would be difficult to be alive and not have heard this story as the media blitz on it was ferocious. The other day during the interview I did with Matt Clark on WAAM radio, I brought up the kind of things that unify people who appear to be radically different. We talked about the “Tapestries of Ideology” and once they are removed from their lives, common ground can be achieved. One of the most powerful “Tapestries of Ideology” is the power of mythology to overcome the ignorance of political boundaries. This is often what happens in a Star Wars movie where I find I have as much enthusiasm for George Lucas’ creations as Arianna Huffington does. She is a radical progressive, I am a staunch conservative—but we both love Star Wars for many of the same reasons. We both love the plight of the rebellion against an evil empire. She envisions that government should be the way that fairness is given to human kind, and I see it as the destroyer of mankind. That is where the tapestries of ideology come into play where the color, shape, size and all other factors that go into those ornaments are shaped by society, education, and history. But the mythology of Star Wars has the power to extend beyond those tapestries to the actual truth—which is why I always emphasis the importance of mythology in society. It is far more important than politics, or reality as it is shaped by orthodox sources like The New York Times, The Cincinnati Enquirer, or the nightly local news.
As much as I despise President Obama, I shared with the guy a love for little Miles Scott. As much as I think San Francisco is a haven for progressivism, I loved that much of the city turned out to help make Miles Scott’s wish to become a superhero into a reality. Because of the little fellow’s intense desire to be a superhero like the mythical Batman—this is where fantasy can take the mind out of the grim reality of a situation to take mankind to a higher place. Reality says to this child that he has leukemia and that he will die. Mythology says to this child, there is hope if you can become a superhero—so the survival instinct of Miles Scott chose life over death—and to fight instead of accepting his fate.
Thank God for the Make-A-Wish Foundation showing an interest in this child. But more than that, thank God the politicians of San Francisco joined in the effort with an army of similar volunteers. I have never seen such a fine example of the power of myth applied to reality. Out of all the characters that Christian Bale will ever play, none will be more important than his Batman character because none will ever obtain the ability to pull a city like San Francisco together the way that mythology did. It started with the fantasy of Batman and his ability to overcome personal issues to fight crime in the actual comic. Then Miles using that mythology to ask the question “what if.” Then it took the Make-A-Wish Foundation to give the kid a chance at his dream while he is still healthy and alive—before leukemia attacks him again. Then it took normal every day people to help make that fantasy into a reality for little Miles. But in this case, Miles Scott was the focus—the reason for the event, and in a metaphorical way, he saved not just San Francisco—but the entire nation.
Make-A-Wish does this kind of thing all the time. They are a great organization. Recently they made a child in Anaheim Batman’s sidekick Robin and a Seattle child a secret agent. But before they can organize such things Make-A-Wish needs creative people to plant the seed of hope into the mind of a child so that something greater than their circumstance can be comprehended—so that they can make a wish. This is why superheros, comic books, fantastic movies, and big ideas expressed creatively are so important to us all. For many kids not suffering the way that Miles Scott is, the same power holds for them as well. Superheros like Batman are good for the healthy as well as the sick and give hope where reality provided none.
The reason I get so damn mad at those who proclaim that fantasy is an escape from reality is that they are essentially saying that the world would be better off without these influences. They believe that reality was shaped by the politics of the Greeks and solidified by religion 2000 years ago—and that is just stupid. Those periods were just small steps in human progress toward creating a mythology that pushed up against the limits of reality to seek something more than the world currently provides. In the case of Miles Scott and the massive world-wide fanfare that ensued from his desire to be Batkid for a day, somewhere a scientist determined that nobody should suffer death by leukemia. Likely long after Batkid has come and gone from this earth, there will be a cure that was inspired by Miles Scott’s Make-A-Wish dream and the saving of lives won’t just be a fantasy played out on the city streets of San Francisco. It will become a new reality—inspired by fantasy and a new ceiling of human limitation will be revealed—and we will all be better off for it.
That is the power of myth, and the beauty of defying reality through fantasy. Miles Scott saved society for a day by removing the “tapestries of ideology” which divide us all, and put the question on the table—why, and how can “I” fix it?
That! Is Christopher Nolan’s next film……………………..and I will be going to see it!
I agree with Rush Limbaugh, Scott Walker’s announcement during his recent “State of the State Address” is the most important news story happening right now—and it is being kept purposely out of the mainstream news. The reason is that it proves that progressive leadership pillaging of tax payer dollars for ideological and selfish advancement has failed miserably. Scott Walker’s fiscal policies primarily in reforming collective bargaining agreements against violent Democratic, and public sector union opposition paved the way to saving Wisconsin a lot of money invoking nearly $800 million in tax cuts on the back of a $912 million dollar surplus. That is a huge story with far-reaching impact. He did what John Kasich chickened out of, and Chris Christie only alluded to—Walker’s victory was resolute and grotesquely obvious. It is a sign of the world to come. Many of the progressive policies that are currently bankrupting America and its cities started in Wisconsin during the progressive era—so it is only fitting that it end there as well. Scott Walker’s announcement essentially was a declaration of the end of progressive politics. Walker has been able to save more public sector jobs while also giving back money to the residents of Wisconsin spurring tremendous incentives for businesses to thrive under his governorship in a way that is currently unprecedented anywhere in the world. In just four years Scott Walker has turned around the economic situation in the very liberal Wisconsin right under the nose of protests, death threats and legal attempts to destroy him. Yet he has prevailed providing all of America—and the world—a “Blueprint for Prosperity” that if followed could enrich the life of even the poorest African nation within months, change the bankruptcy status of states like California, and save school districts like Lakota in Southern Ohio from neurotic slugs of cellulite trapping many human cells within the body of complete idiots. Listen to Rush’s broadcast on this matter and read more at the Breitbart link below:
I wrote the other day about the new school board at West Clermont who is planning to do essentially the same thing in their school district as Scott Walker did in the state of Wisconsin. Soon states, cities and other political districts will be forced by necessity to follow Scott Walker’s “Blueprint for Prosperity.” That promise has traditional Republicans who have suddenly found themselves well to the political left like swimmers at sea caught in a riptide. They had no idea they had drifted so far from shore—but over time they didn’t see the progressive current which had swept them along so gradually. Now they are drowning from their own neglect and stupidity—and they can only deny their follies publicly. They are attempting to turn away from the Walker news because for them, it is too late. They cannot salvage their reputations. Boehner has blown his chance, Portman has, Romney did, Mitch McConnell has, Kasich, Christie, just about everyone who calls themselves Republicans. They were all caught in the same progressive riptide and are well left of center—compared to people like Walker, Paul, and Cruz.
Democrats are even worse off, they have openly advocated socialism for the last 50 years—and it was their dumb ideas which have pretty much destroyed our country. They blamed Scott Walker over the last four years of destroying the middle-class, of giving away tax breaks to the rich—they never considered that the cost of the taxes were in dispute because the things they spent the money on were unneeded, and corrupt. Walker’s policies are only bad for public servants who have voted themselves tremendous raises as government workers. There are teachers in America who make more money than some governors of several states. The superintendent of Lakota has a compensation package that is on par with the Governor of Ohio. She makes as much money running a school district of a declining population of 17,000 students and just under 2000 employees while the governor is responsible for an entire state. She makes so much money because several Lakota teachers make six figure incomes which of course drives up the cost of management. If employees make six figures then obviously the administrators should make more so they never dispute pay increases for teachers because they have a general approach to fiscal matters that all boats rise, even if they all aren’t important, or needed. This destroys their budgets and is the primary cause of tax increases.
Not counting fuel and sales taxes I paid as much money in taxes during 2013 to purchase a luxury car with cash. I do not support the public schools, I take care of my own EMS needs, and for police—I have the Second Amendment. I don’t think America should be in bases all over the world doing the dirty work of the United Nations and I don’t want the NSA, IRS, FBI, CIA, or even the Post Office. Being conservative, it is unlikely that I used $1000 worth of the many thousands that I paid in taxes for actual services that I might value. Most of my money was stolen from me and given to derelicts and miscreants too lazy to be productive. Progressives have created more of these people by stealing my money and giving it to people who have done nothing to earn it except being born. Then these same idiots turn around and declare that abortion is good for women, and that society is somehow better without faith-based religion. Liberals and their beliefs may technically qualify them as mentally retarded. They may need help for their condition—but they certainly don’t need an office in control of budgets. Yet they have been in charge for a very long time and the tax rates have been implemented over time to be entirely too high giving back very little in real fiscal value. If I didn’t spend so much money in taxes I’d have well over a million dollars in savings for my retirement in my 40s. All Americans would be better off and the government would not be a middleman between my future and my past as they are now. Taxes are simply out of control now, so Walker’s $800 million in tax cuts are very refreshing—particularly in property taxes.
Wisconsin is proving that this formula against higher taxation works and for other states to compete with Wisconsin, they’ll have to adapt. For politicians like John Boehner, he can’t admit to it because like his Democratic partners in Washington, he is too far to the left also, and can’t endorse Walker without betraying all the deals he’s made over the years. The media because they have helped create all these social failures associated with progressivism can’t put a light on Walker’s success because it makes them look like fools. And of course Obama and his minions of socialists, communists, and former American terrorists are deeply committed to the kind of activity that Walker’s reforms attacked. Did everyone forget about the 14 Democrats who fled the state defying orders to return hoping to block a vote reforming collective bargaining—an act that brought Barack Obama to inject himself into the matter—in the long ago time of 2011? Apparently a lot of people forgot about that. Even so, Walker prevailed and won, and now all the fear mongering against him has proven to be untrue. Surprise!
Instead of the Walker story, a number of staunch Tea Party Republicans have been rounded up for prosecution on offenses much more minor than the IRS abuse story committed by The White House, the Benghazi deaths, or the Fast and Furious debacles. The message is clear; the federal government is attacking people who think like Walker hoping to impose fear into anyone who might try to duplicate his efforts. But as proven in Wisconsin, the feds don’t have any teeth. They are a bunch of pussies that lobby for millions of dollars for turtle crossings in Florida and believe that global warming is real. They are too stupid to run any economy, or put people like Dinesh D’Souza in prison. Heck even Mike Brown, the owner of The Cincinnati Bengals can beat the federal government. His team hasn’t won a playoff game during the entire 20 plus year duration of his leadership. But he can beat local and federal government. So why would anybody in their right mind fear the government? Scott Walker and a handful of law makers completely changed the direction of Wisconsin. Just think what a small army of similar conviction minded patriots could achieve. Those government idiots don’t stand a chance.
The only defense progressives have is to keep the story away from people’s eyes and ears. But it won’t work this time—the truth will be driven by results—results readily produced in Wisconsin in the last year of Governor Scott Walker’s first term.
Over the weekend I saw what I think is one of the most effective commercial campaigns I have ever seen while watching some of the NFL playoff games. Old Spice aired its 60 second “Momsong” which was absolutely hilarious not just in a quirky way reminiscent of Monte Python humor or a Pee Wee’s Playhouse episode, but in a social metaphorical one. It actually brilliantly points to a central problem in modern “Western” society and dares an entire demographic to challenge the premise. That challenge will likely sell a lot of the Old Spice brand of deodorant, aftershave and soap. “Momsong” deals specifically with the pain that women experience watching the little boys they spent and sacrificed so much for—growing up, and having to hand away that care to another woman—a much younger woman. For most women, this is an epic crisis that they never fully get over and most will take that pain to their graves. It is the primary cause of overeating and mental disorders centering on female neurosis in that age bracket and is a major contributor to many modern social problems. The commercial had my wife and I laughing hard for a good part of the weekend and now several days later it is still funny. Have a look for yourself.
I think being a mom is the most important job in the world. There is nothing which more properly sets in motion the consciousness of a human being than the contributions of a mother. I don’t care if it is the CEO of a company, or the president of a nation—being a mom is the number one job in order of importance among all professions in the human race. There isn’t even a close second except perhaps fatherhood. However, I have watched more moms destroy their children right out of the gate because they held on too long to the lives of their little babies when they should have played a role in the launching of their lives. I say such a thing as I have walked two of my own children down the aisle of marriage—so I know something about this subject matter. Thinking back on my own youthful years where I was the gravity well that so many other rebellious young men grabbed on to so to escape their overbearing mothers, I deliberately provoked those moms into occasional melt downs to pay them back for what I saw them doing to my friends. One mother of a very close friend hated me so badly that she encouraged her son to hang out with known drug addicts and sexual perverts rather than Rich Hoffman who was symbolic of a virtual devil to their neurotic hearts. And this particular woman wasn’t the only one. In many homes all across Southern Ohio as there still is, was a virtual voodoo doll of “yours truly” made by mothers who saw me as the single greatest threat to their happiness because I encouraged their children to rebel away from the safety of their safe embrace and to leap boldly out into the danger of the world. I literally watched many moms behave not far off the mark of that Old Spice commercial—I watched more literal melt downs not much different from the mom who floated out of the couch at the end—across the floor and sorrowfully back into her seated position to conclude the commercial with a pathetic whimper. Typically it is another female that provokes this reaction from mothers—but in my case it was my personality who delivered these overly coddled young boys to women through my charisma, fast driving, and overly perilous lifestyle that made me public enemy number one in their book. And those emotions have lasted for decades, and nobody suffered more than my own mom who was very loving, very caring, and put a lot of effort into her thankless job. For that reason I rebelled harder than any room full of testosterone driven virulent males. The situation was so bad that literally every friend I had male and female behaved like the mothers in the Old Spice commercial to some extent or another. As over-the-top as that commercial appeared—I have seen firsthand the same behavior from moms of almost every person I grew up knowing.
My reasoning for provoking these poor mothers was not to torture them into mental breakdowns—which some of them actually submitted to. Even back then I had a very clear understanding of what I was doing and what my social role was in the greater society. As advanced as American culture appears technologically, we are very primitive psychologically and I knew of other cultures considered primitive that had very specific rituals designed to deal with this specific problem—the initiation into manhood. Girls do not have this problem as they become literal women the moment they develop breasts and begin having their menstrual cycle. Boys to men do not have this coming of age moment—a ritual which announces to them that they have arrived to manhood. Many cultures have circumcision rituals to mimic the menstrual cycle in women to allow young boys to have a psychological crisis which allows the mind to accept a new social role as a man. Other cultures have rituals where the women play a role of coddling the young boys until other men of a tribe dressed as monsters steal the boys from their mothers and take them away from their homes terrifying them into manhood. The message to the boys is that your mothers cannot save you, you must save yourself. The introduction of a crisis launches the boys into manhood and after the ritual the other men of the tribe treat the boy as an equal warrior.
In American culture—especially with the introduction of feminism there is no ritual for young boys. Young girls of course still have their menstrual cycles but boys are left to create their own manhood initiation and by default it is sexual experience which determines the men from the boys. Once a boy has sexual intercourse he can then proclaim to other males that he has arrived to manhood. It is this ritual that the Old Spice commercial is tapping in to. Mothers know that their little boys are attempting to break away from their loving embracing by “bagging and tagging” a young female who will then become the new female in his life—away from mother. Since the mother often these days does not have a loving relationship with her husband—a real male of her own sense feminism has taught her that she doesn’t need one—women have by default overly coddled their sons to fulfill their own maternal needs.
Women desire to love and be loved and in a healthy relationship with a husband—they can find that love which they desperately yearn for. Without that love, they become miserable specimens often prematurely becoming old, ugly, and bitter—they become the moms in the Old Spice commercial. Feminism has told women that they can substitute a man in their lives with a career—but they can’t. Women in the work place are still looking for love wherever they can find it, whether it be in an office stockroom, on top of a copying machine, or in a hotel lobby while traveling on the road with perfect strangers away from their wives. The career woman seeks such sexual conquests knowing they are stealing away men from their wives—their new mothers—and it touches a spot of joy lacking from their lives. But once the cloths go back on and the woman goes through a decade or two of these kinds of relationships they are emptier shells of people than the mother who cleaved desperately to her son out of fear of having something in her life to live for.
Old Spice is doing what I have done to young men and mothers for most of my life—daring moms not to be so narcotic, and young men to shake off their moms by buying such a rebellious product. I think the marketing is brilliant because it is tapping into a primal urge that is completely ignored in modern society—and is literally holding down our entire worldly culture. I never saw my rebellious actions as harmful to the mothers of my friends. I saw it as saving them. In some cases those women reconnected with their husbands after pouring their attention into their sons for over 15 years—ignoring the poor chaps—and out of anger against me—dusted off their relationships. Having a calculated crisis is much different from a crisis that happens without your control. I see the need for a ritual that delivers boys to men not just for their sake, but for the mothers who love them—for their own psychological preservation so that they can become productive grandparents and healthy contributors to society. I have seen many women carry grudges against the wives of their sons for decades because the moms never forgive the new women for how they wrecked their lives by tragically stealing away from them the object of their love—their sons.
The Old Spice commercial is brilliant in that they are even attempting to define this problem. When I first saw it I knew that somewhere at the Old Spice marketing department was a guy or a group people who understood this crises the way I did and it brought a smile to my face. The commercial will certainly help sales for Old Spice. But it will also bring to light a problem that is as old as time itself—the crisis of a mother and her sons and the need of all males to understand when, how, and why they must become men. Moms need to be a part of that process—not a hindrance and to that point—Old Spice has contributed not only a great commercial worthy of a Superbowl, but a work of art that speaks to a central problem in our very confused society.
There is nothing wrong with being a tough guy—in spite of the current progressive push to turn everyone into a vagina. Being a tough guy is expected by virtually all families. They want strong males to bring stability to their lives within the family unit—so tough guys have a serious role in American society. Families who don’t have tough guys in them have learned to rationalize that such people are not needed. But they are needed, however these days—they just aren’t very common. That qualifier is necessary before sharing the story below by Doug Hagmann which I received just prior to the New Year Holiday of 2013 and deals with the planned intentions of the Department of Homeland Security—a branch of government created under George Bush in direct reaction to the 911 terrorist attack.
Every morning I ride a motorcycle even when it’s raining or is 2 degrees Fahrenheit outside and the ground is covered with snow. I typically work at least 10 hours per day, sometimes as much as 18 hours and I’ve done that for over 25 years. I have been shot at, and seen a lot of blood spilled during conflict. Not my own—but other people—sometimes resulting in the loss of life. I have been in disputes with cops, judges, lawyers, and politicians from local trustees to city mayors so I know what it means to state that if the events described below come to pass, that I will turn toward piracy rather than maintaining my position as a legitimate capitalist. I have been personal friends with hit men, convicted criminals, and political outcasts—and understand fully the hard life of living in defiance to the established law. Yielding to statism is not in my cards—or my family. If there is government force, loss of life, and terror—it will not be my family which feels it. I will take what I need from the world one way or the other. Under a free market system, the government benefits from my productivity through taxation. If they destroy that, they will not benefit and I will have to turn toward piratical activity to maintain my lifestyle—and they won’t like that. If such a day arrives they will have a memory of Black Beard’s terror of England where the entire nation and the most powerful navy in the world could not stop the antics of Edward Teach on his Queen Ann’s Revenge—until he made the stupid mistake of getting caught on a sand bar off the coast of North Carolina. I won’t make those kinds of mistakes. History is meant to be learned from, and I have studied it—and because of that—the DHS and their employees of incompetence won’t have a chance. I know what it feels like to be wire tapped, spied on, followed, harassed, coerced and imposed upon to the limits of the law, so my statements are provided in that context. Even though the DHS may plan the activities described below—I have my own plans. Peace is kept so long as we share an understanding centered on the American Constitution and their desire to hide their real intentions behind it. But once those basic laws are openly violated and they no longer care about maintaining it’s legal premise—then I have my own strategy already planned.
I don’t believe in sitting around a table, or over the radio air waves crying about impending doom. I don’t honor any silly authority that Europe wishes to impose through financial institutions, or China fantasizes about through devalued currency. Americans should do what Americans do best and that is defy authority—and push every day for freedom. When the government comes to arrest you and show their teeth, they will learn they have walked to their own doom and the beginning of their educations can begin. But I feel I must share these intentions with you dear reader so that you can come to terms with how you will deal with the issue. If I had to put a finger on how the coming crises will manifest, it will likely come from the collapse of the health care markets as Obamacare takes full hold in 2014. Even more likely it won’t be a direct reaction, but a passive secondary one inspired by that legal imposition. When the idiots of government learn that they will have to impose fines upon Americans through taxation, and have to target the productive and hard-working the straw will break and open rebellion will occur. There aren’t enough jails to hold everyone, and the American economy cannot afford to hold such productive people in jail cells. I know this first hand. If there has been one thing that has kept me out of jail and serious trouble over the years, it hasn’t been my mouth, but my work ethic. I work too hard to be in jail.
Years ago before I was 18 I was in a work program for troubled juveniles found guilty of causing general mayhem and chaos throughout Butler County. Under court order I had to attend a community service program that was essentially jail for underage kids. I was there with people who killed other people, stole cars, raped old women and other terrible crimes in the 80s. The guards would load us onto buses to clean up trash around Huston Woods Lake and painting orange barrels in a fenced in prison ground warehouse heated by a single wood burning stove. I got in fights every single day I was in this program because I refused to yield to the other criminals. I also outworked them all by a ratio of about 5 to 1. I painted more barrels than all of them combined most days, and while picking up trash around Huston Woods I had to have the guards tell me to slow down because I walked so fast and picked up so much trash that the other slugs lingered too far behind. The guards admired my effort, just as bailiffs, clerk of courts and sometimes judges did. They didn’t like my rebellious nature, but I certainly wasn’t a drain on society—so they often let me go, knowing that they were better off having me working on their side than against them. One climatic day I got into a big fight with a very troubled guy who had killed his father just two weeks prior with a knife. The guards pulled me off with my knuckles cut up from the kid’s teeth and told us to settle our dispute with a race around the detention grounds. The guards told me that if I beat the kid to a distant telephone pole and back that I could go free and all my charges would be dropped. They told me they’d fix up my case with my probation officer. So we raced and I demolished the guy. I was back to the finish line before the other guy even got to the pole. He smoked cigarettes and started off even with me, but ran out of gas after about 30 yards because his lungs were starving for oxygen. I went free that day and of course there were notes put into my files which still exist to this day. Authority knows what to expect from me. They have tried and failed for a quarter of a century to break me in every way that the DHS below plans, and failed. So do not be terrified of the intentions of these idiots. Just be aware of their motives.
DHS insider gives final warning: By Doug Hagmann
Under the cover and amid the distraction of the Christmas bustle, I had my last “official” contact with a source inside the Department of Homeland Security known as “Rosebud” in my writings. My source is leaving his position, retiring along with numerous others choosing to leave this bureaucratic monstrosity.
For this contact, my source took unprecedented measures to be certain that our contact was far off the radar of prying government eyes and ears. I was stunned at the lengths he employed, and even found myself somewhat annoyed by the inconvenience that his cloak-and-dagger approach caused. It was necessary, according to my source, because all department heads under FEMA and DHS are under orders to identify anyone disclosing any information for termination and potential criminal prosecution.
“DHS is like a prison environment, complete with prison snitches,” he said, referring to the search for leaks and leakers. And the warden is obsessed. Ask anyone in DHS. No one trusts anyone else and whatever sources might be left are shutting up. The threats that have been made far exceed anything I’ve ever seen. Good people are afraid for their lives and the lives of their families. We’ve all been threatened. They see the writing on the wall and are leaving. It’s not a joke and not hype.”
The following is a narrative from my source, prefaced with the instructions to “take it or leave it,” and “disregard it at your own peril.” He added that it’s now up to each American to act on the information themselves or suffer the consequences. “I’ve resigned myself to the fact that most [Americans] will never be convinced of the reality that is taking place right in front of them.”
The plan explained
“According to every internal document I’ve seen and read, and from the few people I’ve spoken with who understand what’s going on, preparations have been finalized to respond to a crisis of unprecedented magnitude within the United States. The response will include the use of lethal force against U.S. citizens under the instructions of Barack Obama.” But why?
“‘It’s the economy, stupid,’” he began, paraphrasing a campaign slogan coined by James Carville for Bill Clinton’s 1992 campaign. “Just as I disclosed in our first meeting, the crisis will be rooted in an economic collapse. I told you last year, at a time when gold and silver were setting record highs, one specific indicator that time is very short. It is the final ‘smack down’ of the metals, gold and silver, that will presage the orchestrated economic collapse that is being planned by the bankers of Wall Street. Everybody needs to understand that this is a deliberate collapse of the U.S. economy with the oversight of the White House and the full knowledge of the Justice Department. Everyone seems to be waiting for some big, history making event that will signal the start of the collapse. The fact is that the collapse has already started. It’s incremental, like a snowball rolling down a hill. It gets bigger and rolls faster. Well, this snowball is well on its way down the hill.”
“I don’t mean to sound repetitive, but I can’t stress this enough. Contrary to what you hear, we’re already in an economic collapse, except that most people haven’t a clue. The ‘big bang’ comes at the end, when people wake up one morning and can’t log in to their bank accounts, can’t use their ATM cards, and find out that their private pension funds and other assets have been confiscated,” he stated.
“I’ve seen documentation of multiple scenarios created outside of DHS. Different plans and back-up plans. Also, please understand that I deliberately used the word ‘created,’ as this is a completely manufactured event. In the end it won’t be presented that way, which is extremely important for everyone to understand. What is coming will be blamed on some unforeseen event out of everyone’s control, that few saw coming or thought would actually happen. Then, another event will take place concurrent with this event, or immediately after it, to confuse and compound an already explosive situation.” I asked for specifics.
“As I said, there are several scenarios and I don’t know them all. I know one calls for a cyber-attack by an external threat, which will then be compounded by something far removed from everyone’s own radar. But it’s all a ruse, or a pretext. The threat is from within,” he stated. “Before people can regain their footing, a second event will be triggered.” Again, I asked for specifics.
“I’ve seen one operational plan that refers to the federal government’s response to a significant terrorist attack on U.S. soil. Information at these levels is compartmentalized. I don’t have specifics, just plans for the response. The response will be controls and restrictions on travel, business, and every aspect of our lives, especially gun ownership and speech that incites people against the government. I guess some people would call it Martial Law, and they would not be incorrect. But understand that this will be a process deployed in stages. How quickly of a process remains to be seen.”
The mechanics explained
As I said, people continue to look for something big to happen first, followed by a militaristic response by the federal government against U.S. citizens. Based on what I’ve seen, I don’t believe it will happen this way, although there is one unthinkable exception. That exception would involve a ‘decapitation’ of our leadership, but I’ve seen nothing even remotely suggestive of that. But I’ve heard and even read articles where that is mentioned. Frankly, though, that’s always been a threat. I suppose that if the leadership is deemed useless, or becomes a liability to the larger agenda in some manner, it could happen. The precedent exists. Let’s pray that it’s not the case now.”
“I don’t think anyone except the initiated few know the precise series of events or the exact timing, just a general overview and an equally general time period. I think we’re in that period now, as DHS has their planned responses finalized. Also, the metals are important because it’s real money, not Ponzi fiat currency. The U.S. has no inventory of gold, so the prices are manipulated down to cause a sell-off of the physical assets. China is on a buying spree of gold, and other countries want their inventory back. The very people causing the prices to drop are the ones who are also buying the metals at fire sale prices. They will emerge extremely wealthy when the prices rise after the U.S. currency becomes wallpaper. A little research will identify who these people and organizations are.”
“I’d like to add a bit of perspective that might help explain the events as I described. Do you remember former Defense Secretary Donald Rumsfeld announcing that the Pentagon was unable to account for $2.3 trillion in the defense budget? That was on September 10, 2001, the day before the attacks of 9/11. Some suggest that 9/11 was orchestrated, in part to cover up the missing money, which is ludicrous. The result, however, was that suddenly the accounting issue took a back seat because of the attacks. The result will be the same. That’s a perfect example of the mechanics of what we are about to experience. It’s going to take years to sort out, and when it’s finally sorted out, the damage will have long been done.”
“Please note a few final things. The relationship that exists between DHS today and the executive branch is well beyond alarming. DHS and other organizations have become the private army of the Oval Office. The NSA, and I’ve got contacts there, is taking orders from the Oval Office. The IRS is under the virtual control of the Oval Office in a manner that would make Nixon cower. Even though all roads appear to lead to the Oval Office, they lead through the Oval Office. It’s not just Obama, but the men behind him, the people who put him there. The people who put him there are the ones who created him.” I asked who created him.
“First, ask yourself why there was such an all out effort to marginalize anyone talking about Obama’s eligibility in 2008. Even so-called conservatives pundits fell for the lie that such questions were nothing more than a diversion. They were following a specific drumbeat. That should tell every rational adult that he is a creation of the globalists who have no allegiance to any political party. He is the product of decades of planning, made for this very time in our history. He was selected to oversee the events I just disclosed. Who has that ability? He’s a product of our own intelligence agencies working with the globalists. He should be exhibit ‘A’ to illustrate the need to enforce the Logan Act. Need I say more?”
As often said by another of my sources, the U.S. is a captured operation. The lie is bigger than most people realize or are willing to confront. That is, until there is no other option. By then, it might be too late.
The reason I went free that day from the guards was because they realized that I didn’t belong in that environment—and the longer I was there, the less productive society was. As I write this, the NFL playoff games are going on, and no team would dare sit their star quarterback in favor of a lesser athlete. When you are a star, when you work hard, it is hard for statists to ignore that they live off your effort. If they take you out of the picture, then they suffer. That will be the reality of the DHS issue described above. I went free because I was obviously productive and that effort did not belong behind jail cells. It belonged in sales, manufacturing and management of resources because with every breath I take, I make money for somebody—usually some parasite too lazy to even get up in the morning—let alone to ride a motorcycle in 2 degree weather. So keep things in context and don’t let articles like that scare you.
The government is prone to failure. The DHS without a doubt is making these plans—and they believe they can enforce them. But in all reality they are a worthless organization ran by worthless, lazy, nobodies. They don’t have the brains, the will, or the ability in any capacity to make good on their tactics. But what we must be cautious of is their desire to even try. That is where the problem begins. And for those of you who desire to stick a finger in their eye when they do make their move—there will be room on my pirate ship—and I’m putting together a crew to stand against them. But that move will come from them first—as they will be the one to break the Constitutional limits which protects not only us from them, but them from us. Once they cross that line with an openness not yet seen or acknowledged, then the pirate flag seen at the end of every one of my signatures goes up, and the Stars and Bars goes into a drawer for some future time when all such organizations as the DHS, the IRS, and all other government agencies specifically rooted in tyranny are no longer a threat.
In the mean time if you are a man, be a tough guy or at least work to become one. If you are a woman, help a man become one with your love and support. America needs more tough guys—our future depends on them. It’s not to say that women cannot be tough, but biologically, and psychologically, they have different roles—and men need them as a foundation and goal to strive for—a reason to desire to be “tough.”
Now, watch all these videos. Take note…………………………………………….., and get ready. I am on a lot of “lists” and I’m proud of it. But, I have some lists of my own, and the people on them won’t like being there. For those who want to help with that, I’m picking crew for when it comes time to sail as a pirate-a day I am looking forward to.
And to the Homeland Security people reading this and reporting it to your chain of command—f**k yourself.
Obamacare is one of the worst policies that have ever been concocted by political statists. It should be rejected by everyone but the most destitute social parasites which this law is designed to promote. It is a severe infringement on human liberty and a detriment to successful health care advancement in the future. It is an attack on innovation and a promotion of lack-luster government bureaucracy. It is terrible law made by bad, corrupt politicians who hid their intentions of wealth redistribution through taxation under the cover of a holiday season and a nation filled with year-end compassion who didn’t read the fine print of a massive multi thousand page document. Obamacare was a Trojan Horse designed to wreck the American economy by progressives who hate the capitalism of the West.
To fathom what is in store for all of us in 2014 read the below report by a guy who took the time to write down his thoughts on the Affordable Care Act Facebook page. The guy tried to sign up for Obamacare, and then realized that he couldn’t afford the payments—and attempted to back out. This story has been floating around for a while and describes what will be a common for every American now that we are in 2014.
JIM MEIER OSP PROJECT ENGINEER
Fort Myers Fl. 33903
RE: OBAMACARE A comment posted on the Affordable Care Act/Obamacare FB page:
“I actually made it through this morning at 8:00 AM. I have a preexisting condition (Type 1 Diabetes) and my income base was 45K-55K annually. I chose tier 2 “Silver Plan” and my monthly premiums came out to $597.00 with $13,988 yearly deductible!!! There is NO POSSIBLE way that I can afford this so I “opt-out” and chose to continue along with no insurance. I received an email tonight at 5:00 P.M. Informing me that my fine would be $4,037 and could be attached to my yearly income tax return. Then you make it to the “REPERCUSSIONS PORTION” for “non-payment” of yearly fine. First, your driver’s license will be suspended until paid, and if you go 24 consecutive months with “Non-Payment” and you happen to be a home owner, you will have a federal tax lien placed on your home. You can agree to give your bank information so that they can easy “Automatically withdraw” your “penalties” weekly, bi-weekly or monthly! This by no means is “Free” or even “Affordable.”
Obamacare not only infiltrates a major portion of the American economy, but it roots itself deep into the lives of every tax paying citizen and will remain there so long as people permit such an intrusion. Statists like Obama and his gang of government thugs are hoping and praying that they can get millions of people addicted to this new government “service” so that it can never be repealed. They do not care about the 6 to 10 million people who are losing their current plans so long as those people are forced under severe coercion to enroll in one of these government plans. Obama’s people know that all those people who have lost their plans will HAVE to sign up for their plan because they have the authority of law at their back and will take your driver’s license, they will take your house, they will fine you through payroll deduction and steal your money right out of your pockets—because they can—because they voted themselves the power to theft—to steal the money of American citizens and give it to drug addicts, fatherless homes bulging with welfare babies, and common criminals who otherwise would not have insurance. The federal US Government is promoting scum bags and harming the productive and they are doing it on purpose. Their attack on America through the medical insurance industry is on purpose—it is calculated and aggressive.
As it can be seen from the scenario illuminated by Jim Meier the affluent golf club member who has supplied excellent health insurance for his family for decades could suddenly be thrown in jail like a common criminal if he refuses to comply with Obamacare mandates purchasing insurance plans picked by the government designed to pay for abortions, and reckless living by people who intentionally make bad decisions in their lives. While those people thrive under government support stolen from people like the golf club member, the affluent man will rot in jail treated as a criminal because he dared to question the authority of a tyrannical government. If the man does not end up in jail he will be picked clean of his wealth through fines, fees, and insurance premiums because of his ability to pay.
Obamacare is socialism at best—but likely it would be communism if proposed under the U.S.S.R during the middle of the Twentieth Century. It is under tyrannical regimes that Obamacare belongs and is indicative. It has nothing to do with affordable care except for people who lack ambition to begin with and crave the security blanket of government built by stolen wealth. It is the creation of a little boy from Jakarta who grew up hating the West, raised by grandparents who leaned toward communism as a political philosophy, and was nurtured into politics by the American terrorist Bill Ayers. That little boy is now president rubbing the token of Lord Hanuman in his pocket, empowered by a slew of old hippies who now serve as congressman, and senators hiding the fact that Obamacare would be a new tax instead of an attempt to help equalize the medical insurance industry.
Obamacare is terrorism. There is no sugar-coating which can disguise the fact. It is an assault, and it is vile. It has no place in a free society—as it will be everything but a semblance of independence, free markets, or free will. It is thuggish coercion of the utmost imposition, it is dangerous, and it is designed to destroy America as a nation. It is the terrorism of Bill Ayers designed to implode the economy of an “imperialistic” nation as conceived by haters of America—of which Barack Obama seems to have a history of supporting.
That leaves the question………………why is it still a law?
If there is any wonder why this law is so bad, vile, and flat-out corrupt read the article at the following link for more information:
Yes John Kasich will be challenged for the Ohio governor seat, yes Obamacare will face many challenges in 2014, yes the Senate is up for grabs, yes there are major rifts in the Republican Party, and yes public education is guilty of training the mass of society into collectivism. However those are things that were set in motion many years ago—and were covered here at Overmanwarrior’s Wisdom pointing to this grand fortissimo of cultural events—but these are just the beginning notes of that movement and the next portion of that symphony will not come from politics but art. Politics does not drive culture it reacts to it. Art however does drive culture and when I cover artistic efforts with superior footing to political ones, this is the reason why. Personally it is for this reason that I am so excited about the new Disney program coming up in the fall on their XD channel called Star Wars: Rebels. Listen to the executive producer Simeon Kinsberg discuss his motivations for the show intended for children—but extremely relevant to adults.
As stated previously, mythology in the rock, paper, scissors game of world culture beats politics or popular fashion because it is the foundation of those beliefs. In not just America, but throughout the world are an entire generation of disgruntled young people who have watched previous generations of adults rob them of their future with massive debt, wrecked health care, educational opportunities that have not manifested into profit, and a lifestyle less vigorous than that of their parents. For them, and their children, the new Star Wars dynasty beginning with Rebels will permeate deep into their consciousness and my point of bringing it up is so that the kind of people who read here regularly can take note and act upon it.
There are two better than rumored female characters in the upcoming Rebels which will resound powerfully through the myths of our society which will carry well beyond common cartoon shows. Ahsoka Tano will be back after her departure from the Clone Wars and perform her duties as a Rebel Pilot in the fledgling young Rebellion. And more notable will be Mara Jade who will be a young girl serving as the Emperor’s Hand as the Empire rises to power. Mara in the future of the Star Wars saga was the wife of Luke Skywalker, was killed by Han and Leia Solo’s son Jacen, and gave birth to a son named Ben who will reportedly be in the new films by Disney in 2015. It was also Mara who trained Jaina Solo to be a Jedi Knight who and will be the star of the new film series as the Sword of the Jedi. Mara plays a significant roll in the overall mythology and will be present in the upcoming Rebels which will cover her origin story.
Lucasfilm is not a political company. Most of their employees probably voted for Obama over Romney—but they are deeply philosophical. They have at their disposal at Skywalker Ranch a treasure trove of books from around the world to expand the Star Wars mythology which centers on the struggle of individuals over statist control from dictators. That premise to a story makes Star Wars important in that the story helps people see how those tyrannical forces come into their lives in various forms. I have no doubt that Rebels will do this for millions of young people and millions of people who are over 30—and will grudgingly admit that they will be watching the new television show. Once human beings learn to identify where troubles begin in their lives through mythology they will desire to take actions against those troubles. For many, my friend Doc Thompson at The Blaze will offer an alternative to the statist offerings they currently have in the media. I often refer to The Blaze as “Rebel” radio. Glenn Beck is preaching in the real world much what Mon Mothma and Bail Organa will preach in the upcoming Disney show, Rebels. The producer has said that one of his primary inspirations is the American Revolution and this will take minds to that real life rebellion as they learn to see the same signs. Rebels as a work of art and fiction will provide a palette of context to the real life struggles we are all dealing with from all political fronts.
As I look through the history of such endeavors I can think of no time in entertainment history where this kind of high-profile television show offered this kind of content. What comes to mind are the old Disney shows like Johnny Tremain and Davy Crockett. But those were shows dealing with the past, Star Wars is both the past and the future and has more power because of it. Star Wars has the power to communicate values to several generations as very high quality family entertainment that will get discussions started. If our present society is lacking value because the art we live by has focused on exposed female breasts, silly adolescent jokes, and other forms of didactic pornography, our culture mirrors those aspects presently. Lucasfilm owned by Disney is about to present a show to the world through a simple cartoon which will be beaming with value—value that people will gobble up like parched desert travelers deprived three days of water.
I speak to people at all levels in the gaming community, and I speak to people at all levels of politics—and I’m declaring that the former is more powerful than the later. There is a pent-up energy looking for release. Companies like Disney can take that pent-up energy and convert it to dollars through merchandise sales—which helps expand the overall mythology. But what is more interesting is why the merchandise sells—why there is an excitement for the new Star Wars: Rebels action figures that will be sold at Target and Wal-Mart. The reason why grown adults are already saving their money to add these little trinkets to their already vast Star Wars collection is because the overall story speaks to them about things that are otherwise beyond their control. These people typically don’t vote, or might otherwise call themselves political independents. But they can be motivated to do so if the message taps in to their already curious minds.
Rand Paul………….are you listening? Ted Stevenot, President of the Ohio Liberty Coalition and challenger to John Kasich, are you seeing the wave that I’m pointing at? There is a wave deep at sea that nobody sees coming ashore yet, but when it arrives a skilled surfer can ride that wave with careful timing. I’m pointing to that timing. Culture drives that timing—entertainment drives culture. Lucasfilm is providing a valuable entertainment that will not only provide values to a new generation—politically neutral values—but resolutely values against statism. With those values voters will be looking for someone in politics who beholds similar values. Take note, and act upon them—and good things will happen. It doesn’t mean that candidates need to start quoting Star Wars lines on the campaign trail, but that they need to take note of why Star Wars is so popular, why people want to spend so much money on it, and to utilize those methods in reality as politicians. They should strive to be politicians like Mon Mothma and Bail Organa and not like Governor Tarkin, and Emperor Palpatine. The reason Star Wars is so popular is because such characters do not exist in real life—and people wish they did.
A failure to be heroic, bold, or project the values of a political rebel will lead to more of the kind of dysfunction that we’ve had—and nobody wants that. Don’t look at what politicians have been doing for centuries—look at what entertainment is doing and tap into the same reasons that people a year in advance are willing to plop down $10 bucks on a new Rebels Star Wars action figure. Once those two things are aligned, our society will benefit greatly in a new direction that will be a lot different from our current system.
Meanwhile, I am very much looking forward to watching the back story of Mara Jade in the new Star Wars: Rebels television program on Disney XD. And I’m even more looking forward to Ted Stevenot challenging Governor Kasich in the upcoming primary for Ohio governor. Both are rebels, one is fictional, one is from the actual world, but both speak to the heart of an ideal that is deep in the human consciousness—bold changes are necessary when tyranny is afoot—and when those times occur, it is time for “rebels” to throw off the old and make way for the new.
I didn’t forget about the West Branch-Rose City school district case where the Michigan Education Association is going to arbitration to provide severance for convicted child rapist Neal Erickson with $10,000 of tax payer money. As the former head of that union at the school, Erickson repeatedly raped the young son of the Janczewski family from 2006 to 2009. The boy is now a man who turned 21 as of 2013. During the hard years of the rapes by his teacher the young boy had a very confrontational relationship with his father, which makes sense—as without question the child was upset that his parents couldn’t protect him from such savagery. This case infuriated me to such a degree that I had to put it on hold for a couple of weeks just to calm down. I didn’t want to deal with it in this format during the Holiday Season. When I first heard it, my lingering thought was to travel up to Michigan and clean house. The law failed, the schools failed, government failed and the villain was the teacher’s union—clearly. So I had to hit pause in my mind and calm down—but even so—I am thoroughly pissed off at this case—emphatically pissed off is more like it.
This case represents everything I have warned about on this site with hundreds and hundreds of articles. Teacher unions are vile collectivist organizations that should have NOTHING to do with educating the future of America. They shouldn’t be allowed to conduct business of such a degree as what is happening with the Janczewski case, and should be outlawed in all public institutions. There is nothing good that comes out of a teacher union for a child’s educational growth. The union is only good for the employees of a school, and if any public school states that it wishes for what is best for the children which attend it—then they should support the removal of teacher unions from all public schools—because of this Janczewski case.
To a lesser degree within the Mason school system in Cincinnati and my current district of Lakota—I have seen first-hand the kind of collectivism that seemingly logical teachers utilize when they circle the wagons for a cover-up. When something goes bad at Lakota, the teachers generally cover for their fallen “soldiers” in the struggle for “solidarity,” and even if the crimes are vile—they still stick together against all outside judgment. Such team uniformity is destructive and has no place where children are present. The number of cases where teachers are having sex with their students—sending sexually explicit text messages to students and other vile acts are horrendously common. During all these vile circumstances, the teachers stick together through their union and support one another against the judgments of the “outside” world. Some people believe that I fan the flames of discontent to keep property taxes low—and have my own political motivations for revealing the information. But the truth of it has always been that I’ve seen the kind of solidarity that the Janczewski case has revealed under the worst possible circumstances.
Lori Janczewski was a teacher and volunteer at the school who worked closely with Neal Haviland Erikson, 5’ 10”, born in 1974 on the 8th of September, a brown-haired, blue-eyed teacher union president who was in charge of virtually everything. With that power Erikson decided that he’d seduce and rape Janczewski’s child who attended his middle school math class. Years later in 2012 an anonymous tipster alerted authorities to video and pictures on child porn websites of the Janczewski son engaged in sex with Erikson performing oral sex and various renditions of anal sex. Janczewski was so arrogant about his rape that he recorded it to share with the world–an act that made his guilt vacant of any dispute. But that’s not the worst thing that happened.
Once the Janczewskis found out about what happened to their son bringing an end to the mysteries of why the child had become so unruly at home, the teacher’s union threatened harm if the family went forward with prosecution suffering retaliation. Apparently the threats were made good when the Janczewskis pursued justice—their garage was burned down and their home barely escaped the fire. On the wall of their house was the message beginning with a declarative pronoun, “I told you—You will Pay.” It shouldn’t be too hard to figure out who burnt down the garage and left behind the message. The most ardent supporters of the child rape wrote letters in support of Erickson which you can see below—as well as their email addresses—in case any law enforcement wants to pursue the case. (I already know the answer to that, keep eating your f**king donuts)
- Harriet Coe, Retired Teacher – Read her letter HERE
- Sally Campbell – Read her letter HERE
At the trial it was some of these people who marched into the courtroom and seated themselves on Erickson’s side of the room and came to his defense even after the video testimony was shown and he plead guilty. If you take the time to read their letters, it is absolutely stunning that these small intellects are actually teaching children—anywhere, let alone at a school. I find them astonishing. ASTONISHING!
I didn’t hear about this story when Glenn Beck first covered it in August. I actually saw it on Bill O’Reilly. Beck is always well out in front of these kinds of stories before they make it to the mainstream. I was dealing with at the time the many local issues regarding the teaching profession, so I missed this story coming out of Michigan. The local stories were sexting cases where Lakota teachers were attempting to seduce student in the same way that Erickson had done, but the cover-ups were the same. The biggest difference is that Erickson got caught red-handed with video tape showing him doing the act—and it was beyond dispute. Without that video, there would have not been a case against the teacher, and he’d still be teaching and doing the same thing to other kids—backed by the teacher’s union.
The anger over this issue is in knowing that these kinds of things are happening all the time and when they do there is no shortage of apologists from the teacher’s union who use the same arguments they utilize to pass school levies to defend such atrocities against children—such as “it was only one child, and “it happened so long ago.” Given what I know about these kinds of stories I would say that they are common place—not exceptions and that teacher unions have shown a tendency to hide even the worst crimes to protect their collective hive.
How many other children are there out there like the Janczewski child? I would bet dozens in every public school in The United States, tens of thousands if taken with a collective summation. Teachers are well aware of the crimes, but they won’t do anything about it for the same reason that they threatened Lori Janczewski with her job and well-being if she told anybody what happened regarding her son. The Janczewski family was supposed to contain the information and sit on it, sacrificing their child to the lust of Neal Erickson, and his wife who was the teacher of the Janczewski’s youngest daughter. Even knowing the terrible things that had happened to her brother, the sister was forced to sit and witness the intended cover-up by the wife of the guy who did the deed and put it on video for the world to see. The wife knew, the other teachers knew, and they did not have outrage and condemnation toward Neal Erickson—their former union president—but support, even to the sentencing phase.
The union was not angry with the Janczewski family because of the crime. They were angry that they pursued justice for their son. They expected to use force and intimidation to silence the family into a sacrifice of their child to the yearnings of Neal Erickson–acts that the teachers who supported him endorsed.
I have told similar stories of issues that have happened like this at my home district of Lakota. I have gone to attorneys, media personalities, and the local paper with the scoop on the story—and the result is resounding silence. Nobody has the will to engage these horrors directly—they wish to continue believing that schools are safe for children and should be paid limitless property tax money forever to cover the cost of employing these idiots. The courts will do nothing about these crimes unless the perpetrator is caught blatantly like Erickson was. If there is any doubt in the case, the police union will help the teachers union cover up the story the same way they do for police beatings and abuse—and the courts will play along because they don’t want their garages burnt down, or their daughters raped and pulled over by officers looking for revenge. And if anybody thinks that is an inflammatory statement, I have swampland in Florida complete with a plug and play diamond mine to sell you. The crimes committed by members of teachers unions is epidemic, they may not all be as openly bad as the Erickson case, but they are vile nevertheless. And we continue to fund them with our property taxes to slowly destroy the lives of the next generation with progressive tripe and sexual abuse—all in the name of job security and good pay in the public education system. With these people it is all about solidarity—not a value system of behavior and that makes every member of a teacher union a danger, and menace to society.
Obamacare will never, ever, in a million years be a successful enterprise. Unlike when Progressives ran through Social Security, and Medicare against the American public, The United States does not have the financial resources to support such a terrible—socialist oriented concept without wrecking the entire economy. It would seem that since most government jobs require college degrees, that the architects of Obamacare—otherwise known as the Affordable Care Act—would understand why their revision of American health care would be a miserable failure. Unfortunately the issue points to a deeper problem. American colleges are teaching the incorrect fundamentals about virtually everything—and this has led entire regiments of government workers to incorrectly handle problems their educations should have prepared them for. Obamacare will be a failure because of the modern trend of mismanagement indicative of not properly understanding what quality is, or how it’s created and now that it has sunk in Americans are turning against Obama and his health care reforms.
In a telephone poll, taken between December 13-19, it asked 1035 adults — 950 of whom were registered voters — the following question: “As you may know, a bill that makes major changes to the country’s health care system became law in 2010. Based on what you have read or heard about that legislation, do you generally favor or generally oppose it?”
62% of those polled said they oppose the Affordable Care Act (ACA), while support for the law hit an all-time low of just 35%.
The common belief among all government bureaucracies, even those with major contracts with such agencies—mismanagement is rampant. Perhaps it is the heavy instruction of Keynesian economics—socialist indoctrination, left leaning politics, and irresponsible social behavior driving those failures. Virtually nobody is coming out of modern colleges with a basic understanding of management. The belief so common these days is that if jobs are created and a human body is carrying a nameplate on their desk indicating that they are in charge of something—that the job of management is getting done. However, this is not what’s been happening.
Management is more than just showing up for a job—it requires somebody to actually provide leadership and carry productivity toward benchmarks. In modern government nobody carries anything. A roomful of people show up at a meeting and brainstorm on an idea—but nobody ever takes any of the ideas to the next step—because they have been taught that individual achievement is bad, and that collective enterprise is a virtue of the highest order. The net result is that nobody makes decisions, nobody drives productivity, nobody leads anybody anywhere which is why all government projects are perpetually over budget, late, and ultimate failures.
Obamacare was certainly created under these precise circumstances. The intention conceived during brainstorming sessions during 2008 to 2009 sounded good—give poor people health care coverage using socialism to deliver the product to them. However, departments because they lacked basic management skills and did not have skilled people driving their efforts simply threw money at the problems hoping that everything would mysteriously be solved. Even top management officials in the government with Doctorates and Master’s degrees lacked the fundamental skills to manage even basic leadership skills. They were functioning with the belief that all they had to do was show up—and this was the beginning of the end for them. The result is massive overspending on a health care product that hasn’t been able to deliver even a computer interface that is user friendly—even when the best minds in the world are working on the project. The reason is because leadership at the very top is an utter failure—and no matter what happens below those “leaders” the efforts will be negated by the collective hive of incompetence. This is the direct cause of the severe cost overruns of Obamacare.
Americans have now seen all this happening in real-time, and now that its 2014 when the law begins to take effect the urgency of the situation is now on people’s minds. They see failures and the mismanagement, and they aren’t happy—and the poll numbers reflect it. Like a typical clueless bureaucrat Obama and his fellow government workers threw together budget deals in the last-minute, and tied up what they considered loose ends and went on their vacations for the Holiday without a care in the world. Obama is so out-of-touch he appears to not even realize the implications of his failure even as every news station is broadcasting his folly with wall-to-wall coverage all over the world. He’s busy doing “selfies” with celebrities and going to college basketball games like a normal every day guy—because that’s what he is. There is nothing special about Barack Obama other than the ability to con people with lies spoken before large crowds. He can do such things because he is disconnected from reality by his training—like every other government worker who survives that type of work for more than five years.
No amount of money can fix Obamacare because it was conceived in a leadership vacuum—by nobodies without thought. The merit of Obamacare is no different from the five-year old girl who wishes upon a star and expects a wish to come true. Even the child who tells their parents that they wish for the moon, and then they cry when nobody can take it out of the sky and give it to them—Obama is just as unrealistic about his health care reform—and his personal insanity is now costing people money, health, and happiness.
The Tea Party said all this would happen and nobody wanted to listen. Instead they were called names by government workers and hunted down by the IRS, but the reality did not change. Obamacare still failed even when the critics were stuffed away to the fringes of society. It failed because the people who conceived it were failures and lacked management skill—something that money cannot overcome. Great managers can be purchased with money, but money cannot replace good managers—which is a premise that colleges have been teaching for more than 6 decades. Education institutions have been functioning from a belief that all human beings are like Lego blocks, and can be interchanged with one another depending on a desired outcome. They have been selling that colleges make those Lego blocks and once a degree in management, or administration is achieved, then those employees are equipped to show up at a desk and take on that role immediately. But it doesn’t work that way. Quality is more important than knowledge, and colleges do not teach quality—only mimicked behavior of successful people—not what made them successful to begin with.
So welcome mainstream thinkers to the world view that the real leaders of the world have had from the very beginning—those who called Obamacare three years ago a dismal failure that would be a detriment to American society. Welcome to reality—where Obamacare will harm people needlessly, and wreck the best health care system in the world with a socialism that has already crippled Europe. Welcome to the world of failure by government where employees run everything with a rudderless commitment to nothing but ideas concocted by the mind of intellectual infants and overly trained fools. One of those fools is on a beach in Hawaii playing with his kids completely oblivious to the folly of his ways because he doesn’t even have a mind to assess failure from success—other than the wishes of a child who wants the moon—and screams when they can’t have it.
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As I was doing research for the Duck Dynasty story, (CLICK HERE FOR REVIEW) I ran across an extremely well done video remake of the “Legs” video, by ZZ Top. I thought the video remarkable not for the pornographic nature of it but the content. In it a young man enters a lair of beautiful women situated in various provocative poses. Scattered throughout are other young men who appear to have coupled with some of the women, but the young man does not stop and linger on any of the girls. Instead, he proceeds on until he finds the ultimate beauty which is the apparent object of his quest. For me the video represents the best I have seen on YouTube during the year of 2013. Upon watching it I was immediately reminded of the story the King of Erin and the Lady of Tubber Tintye.
I have told the story of the Lady of Tubber Tintye to my entire family, particularly the women. It is the classic goddess motif summed up within a story of a typical hero adventure. Yet it is so precisely told as to the psychological problem that young men all share and how all societies fundamentally function that I think it has tremendous merit. I ran into the story through my studies of Joseph Campbell, and over the years have argued with several feminists—who went on to write their doctorial thesis on this story as evidence that feminism rules the universe. Only most of them missed the point of the story. Feminists tend to cherry pick the academic observations of people like Campbell who translated generations of mythological tales into the lens of progressive interpretation—which destroys the nature of the story—which was the point of the doctorial thesis interpretations. So what I’d like to do is present to you Dear Reader the story of Tubber Tintye and the King of Erin, then at the end I’ll explain what’s going on and how it applies to that ZZ Top video. The sum of that explanation has the power to restore our society and is not to be taken lightly, or brushed off carelessly as didactic pornography. I will highlight in bold below the passage of the story as it most applies to the aforementioned video. Then I will break down how this metaphor has a direct impact on our current society. Please take the time to read this carefully. It’s very important.
The King of Erin and the Queen of the Lonesome Island
THERE was a king in Erin long ago, and this king went out hunting one day, but saw nothing till near sunset, when what should come across him but a black pig.
“Since I’ve seen nothing all day but this black pig, I’II be at her now,” said the king; so he put spurs to his horse and raced after the pig.
When the pig was on a hill he was in the valley behind her; when he was on a hill, the pig was in the valley before him. At last they came to the sea-side, and the pig rushed out into the deep water straight from the shore. The king spurred on his horse and followed the black pig through the sea till his horse failed under him and was drowned.
Then the king swam on himself till he was growing weak, and said: “It was for the death of me that the black pig came in my way.”
But he swam on some distance yet, till at last he saw land. The pig went up on an island; the king too went on shore, and said to himself: “Oh! it is for no good that I came here; there is neither house nor shelter to be seen.” But he cheered up after a while, walked around, and said: “I’m a useless man if I can’t find shelter in some place.”
After going on a short space he saw a great castle in a valley before him. When he came to the front of the castle he saw that it had a low door with a broad threshold all covered with sharp-edged razors, and a low lintel of long-pointed needles. The path to the castle was covered with gravel of gold. The king came up, and went in with a jump over the razors and under the needles. When inside he saw a great fire on a broad hearth, and said to himself, ” I’ll sit down here, dry my clothes, and warm my body at this fire.”
As he sat and warmed himself, a table came out before him with every sort of food and drink, without his seeing any one bring it.
“Upon my honor and power,” said the king of Erin, “there is nothing bad in this! I’ll eat and drink my fill.”
Then he fell to, and ate and drank his fill. When he had grown tired, he looked behind him, and if he did he saw a fine room, and in it a bed covered with gold. ” Well,” said he, ” I’ll go back and sleep in that bed a while, I ‘m so tired.”
He stretched himself on the bed and fell asleep. In the night he woke up, and felt the presence of a woman in the room. He reached out his hand towards her and spoke, but got no answer; she was silent.
When morning came, and he made his way out of the castle, she spread a beautiful garden with her Druidic spells over the island, – so great that though he travelled through it all day he could not escape from it. At sunset he was back at the door of the castle; and in he went over the razors and under the needles, sat at the fire, and the table came out before him as on the previous evening. He ate, drank, and slept on the bed; and when he woke in the night, there was the woman in the room but she was silent and unseen as before.
When he went out on the second morning the king of Erin saw a garden three times more beautiful than the one of the day before. He travelled all day, but could not escape, – could not get out of the garden. At sunset he was back at the door of the castle; in he went over the razors and under the needles, ate, drank, and slept, as before.
In the middle of the night he woke tip, and felt the presence of the woman in the room. “Well,” said he, “it is a wonderful thing for me to pass three nights in a room with a woman, and not see her nor know who she is!”
“You won’t have that to say again, king of Erin,” answered a voice. And that moment the room was filled with a bright light, and the king looked upon the finest woman he had ever seen.
Well, king of Erin, you are on LonesomeIsland. I am the black pig that enticed you over the land and through the sea to this place, and I am queen of LonesomeIsland. My two sisters and I are under a Druidic spell, and we cannot escape from this spell till your son and mine shall free us. Now, king of Erin, I will give you a boat to-morrow morning, and do you sail away to your own kingdom.”
In the morning she went with him to the sea-shore to the boat. The king gave the prow of the boat to the sea, and its stern to the land; then he raised the sails, and went his way. The music he had was the roaring of the wind with the whistling of eels, and he broke neither oar nor mast till he landed under his own castle in Erin.
Three quarters of a year after, the queen of Lonesome Island gave birth to a son. She reared him with care from day-to-day and year to year till he was a splendid youth. She taught him the learning of wise men one half of the day, and warlike exercises with Druidic spells the other half.
One time the young man, the prince of Lonesome Island, came in from hunting, and found his mother sobbing and crying.
“Oh! what has happened to you, mother? ” he asked.
“My son, great grief has come on me. A friend of mine is going to be killed to-morrow.”
“Who is he?
“The king of Erin. The king of Spain has come against him with a great army. He wishes to sweep him and his men from the face of the earth, and take the kingdom himself.”
“Well, what can we do? If I were there, I’d help the king of Erin.”
Since you say that, my son, I’ll send you this very evening. With the power of my Druidic spells, you’ll be in Erin in the morning.”
The prince of Lonesome Island went away that night, and next morning at the rising of the sun he drew up his boat under the king’s castle in Erin. He went ashore, and saw the whole land black with the forces of the king of Spain, who was getting ready to attack the king of Erin and sweep him and his men from the face of the earth.
The prince went straight to the king of Spain, and said, ” I ask one day’s truce.”
“You shall have it, my champion,” answered the king of Spain.
The prince then went to the castle of the king of Erin, and stayed there that day as a guest. Next morning early he dressed himself in his champion’s array, and, taking his nine-edged sword, he went down alone to the king of Spain, and, standing before him, bade him guard himself.
They closed in conflict, the king of Spain with all his forces on one side, and the prince of Lonesome Island on the other, They fought an awful battle that day from sunrise till sunset. They made soft places hard, and hard places soft; they made high places low, and low places high; they brought water out of the centre of hard gray rocks, and made dry rushes soft in the most distant parts of Erin till sunset; and when the sun went down, the king of Spain and his last man were dead on the field.
Neither the king of Erin nor his forces took part in the battle. They had no need, and they had no chance.
Now the king of Erin had two sons, who were such cowards that they hid themselves from fright during the battle; but their mother told the king of Erin that her elder son was the man who had destroyed the king of Spain and all his men.
There was great rejoicing and a feast at the castle of the king of Erin. At the end of the feast the queen said: ” I wish to give the last cup to this stranger who is here as a guest; ” and taking him to an adjoining chamber which had a window right over the sea, she seated him in the open window and gave him a cup of drowsiness to drink. When he had emptied the cup and closed his eyes, she pushed him out into the darkness.
The prince of Lonesome Island swam on the water for four days and nights, till he came to a rock in the ocean, and there he lived for three months, eating the seaweeds of the rock, till one foggy day a vessel came near and the captain cried out: ” We shall be wrecked on this rock! ” Then he said, “There is some one on the rock; go and see who it is.”
They landed, and found the prince, his clothes all gone, his body black from the seaweed, which was growing all over it.
“Who are you? ” asked the captain.
“Give me first to eat and drink, and then I’ll talk,” said he.
They brought him food and drink; and when he had eaten and drunk, the prince said to the captain: “What part of the world have you come from?
“I have just sailed from Lonesome Island,” said the captain. “I was obliged to sail away, for fire was coming from every side to burn my ship.”
“Would you like to go back?”
“I should indeed.”
“Well, turn around; you’ll have no trouble if I am with you.”
The captain returned. The queen of Lone-some Island was standing on the shore as the ship came in.
“Oh, my child!” cried she, ” why have you been away so long?”
The queen of Erin threw me into the sea after I had kept the head of the king of Erin on him, and saved her life too.
“Well, my son, that will come up against the queen of Erin on another day.”
Now, the prince lived on Lonesome Island three years longer, till one time he came home from hunting, and found his mother wringing her hands and shedding bitter tears.
“Oh! what has happened?” asked he.
“I am weeping because the king of Spain has gone to take vengeance on the king of Erin for the death of his father, whom you killed.”
“Well, mother, I’ll go to help the king of Erin, if you give me leave.”
“Since you have said it, you shall go this very night.”
He went to the shore. Putting the prow of his bark to the sea and her stern to land, he raised high the sails, and heard no sound as he went but the pleasant wind and the whistling of eels, till he pulled up his boat next morning under the castle of the king of Erin and went on shore.
The whole country was black with the troops of the king of Spain, who was just ready to attack, when the prince stood before him, and asked a truce till next morning.
“That you shall have, my champion,” answered the king. So there was peace for that day.
Next morning at sunrise, the prince faced the king of Spain and his army, and there followed a struggle more terrible than that with his father; but at sunset neither the king of Spain nor one of his men was left alive.
The two sons of the king of Erin were frightened almost to death, and hid during the battle, so that no one saw them or knew where they were. But when the king of Spain and his army were destroyed, the queen said to the king: ” My elder son has saved us.” Then she went to bed, and taking the blood of a chicken in her mouth, spat it out, saying: “This is my heart’s blood; and nothing can cure me now but three bottles of water from Tubber Tintye, the flaming well.”
When the prince was told of the sickness of the queen of Erin, he came to her and said: ” I’ll go for the water if your two sons will go with me.”
“They shall go,” said the queen; and away went the three young men towards the East, in search of the flaming well.
In the morning they came to a house on the roadside; and going in, they saw a woman who had washed herself in a golden basin which stood before her. She was then wetting her head with the water in the basin, and combing her hair with a golden comb. She threw back her hair, and looking at the prince, said: ” You are welcome, sister’s son. What is on you? Is it the misfortune of the world that has brought you here?”
“It is not; I am going to Tubber Tintye for three bottles of water.”
“That is what you’ll never do; no man can cross the fiery river or go through the enchantments around Tubber Tintye. Stay here with me, and I’ll give you all I have.”
“No, I cannot stay, I must go on.”
“Well, you’ll be in your other aunt’s house tomorrow night, and she will tell you all.”
Next morning, when they were getting ready to take the road, the elder son of the queen of Erin was frightened at what he had heard, and said:
“I am sick; I cannot go farther.”
“Stop here where you are till I come back,” said the prince. Then he went on with the younger brother, till at sunset they came to a house where they saw a woman wetting her head from a golden basin, and combing her hair with a golden comb. She threw back her hair, looked at the prince, and said: “You are welcome, sister’s son! What brought you to this place? Was it the misfortune of the world that brought you to live under Druidic spells like me and my sisters?” This was the elder sister of the queen of the Lonesome Island.
“No,” said the prince; “I am going to Tubber Tintye for three bottles of water from the flaming well.”
“Oh, sister’s son, it’s a hard journey you ‘re on! But stay here to-night; to-morrow morning I’ll tell you all.”
In the morning the prince’s aunt said: “The queen of the Island of Tubber Tintye has an enormous castle, in which she lives. She has a countless army of giants, beasts, and monsters to guard the castle and the flaming well. There are thousands upon thousands of them, of every form and size. When they get drowsy, and sleep comes on them, they sleep for seven years without waking. The queen has twelve attendant maidens, who live in twelve chambers. She is in the thirteenth and innermost chamber herself. The queen and the maidens sleep during the same seven years as the giants and beasts. When the seven years are over, they all wake up, and none of them sleep again for seven other years. If any man could enter the castle during the seven years of sleep, he could do what he liked. But the island on which the castle stands is girt by a river of fire and surrounded by a belt of poison-trees.”
The aunt now blew on a horn, and all the birds of the air gathered around her from every place under the heavens, and she asked each in turn where it dwelt, and each told her; but none knew of the flaming well, till an old eagle said: ” I left Tubber Tintye to-day.”
“How are all the people there? ” asked the aunt.
“They are all asleep since yesterday morning,” answered the old eagle.
The aunt dismissed the birds; and turning to the prince, said, ” Here is a bridle for you. Go to the stables, shake the bridle, and put it on whatever horse runs out to meet you.”
Now the second son of the queen of Erin said:
“I am too sick to go farther.”
“Well, stay here till I come back,” said the prince, who took the bridle and went out.
The prince of the Lonesome Island stood in front of his aunt’s stables, shook the bridle, and out came a dirty, lean little shaggy horse.
“Sit on my back, son of the king of Erin and the queen of Lonesome Island,” said the little shaggy horse.
This was the first the prince had heard of his father. He had often wondered who he might be, but had never heard who he was before.
He mounted the horse, which said: ” Keep a firm grip now, for I shall clear the river of fire at a single bound, and pass the poison-trees; but if you touch any part of the trees, even with a thread of the clothing that’s on you, you’ll never eat another bite; and as I rush by the end of the castle of Tubber Tintye with the speed of the wind, you must spring from my back through an open window that is there; and if you don’t get in at the window, you ‘re done for. I’ll wait for you outside till you are ready to go back to Erin.”
The prince did as the little horse told him. They crossed the river of fire, escaped the touch of the poison-trees, and as the horse shot past the castle, the prince sprang through the open window, and came down safe and sound inside.
The whole place, enormous in extent, was filled with sleeping giants and monsters of sea and land, – great whales, long slippery eels, bears, and beasts of every form and kind. The prince passed through them and over them till he came to a great stairway. At the head of the stairway he went into a chamber, where he found the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, stretched on a couch asleep. ” I’II have nothing to say to you,” thought he, and went on to the next; and so he looked into twelve chambers. In each was a woman more beautiful than the one before. But when he reached the thirteenth chamber and opened the door, the flash of gold took the sight from his eyes. He stood a while till the sight came back, and then entered. In the great bright chamber was a golden couch, resting on wheels of gold. The wheels turned continually; the couch went round and round, never stopping night or day. On the couch lay the queen of Tubber Tintye; and if her twelve maidens were beautiful, they would not be beautiful if seen near her. At the foot of the couch was Tubber Tintye itself, – the well of fire. There was a golden cover upon the well, and it went around continually with the couch of the queen.
“Upon my word,” said the prince, “I’ll rest here a while.” And he went up on the couch, and never left it for six days and nights.
On the seventh morning he said, ” It is time for me now to leave this place.” So he came down and filled the three bottles with water from the flaming well. In the golden chamber was a table of gold, and on the table a leg of mutton with a loaf of bread; and if all the men in Erin were to eat for a twelvemonth from the table, the mutton and the bread would be in the same form after the eating as before.
The prince sat down, ate his fill of the loaf and the leg of mutton, and left them as he had found them. Then he rose up, took his three bottles, put them in his wallet, and was leaving the chamber, when he said to himself: “It would be a shame to go away without leaving something by which the queen may know who was here while she slept.” So he wrote a letter, saying that the son of the king of Erin and the queen of the Lonesome Island had spent six days and nights in the golden chamber of Tubber Tintye, had taken away three bottles of water from the flaming well, and had eaten from the table of gold. Putting this letter under the pillow of the queen, he went out, stood in the open window, sprang on the back of the lean and shaggy little horse, and passed the trees and the river unharmed.
When they were near his aunt’s house, the horse stopped, and said: ” Put your hand into my ear, and draw out of it a Druidic rod; then cut me into four quarters, and strike each quarter with the rod. Each one of them will become the son of a king, for four princes were enchanted and turned into the lean little shaggy horse that carried you to Tubber Tintye. When you have freed the four princes from this form you can free your two aunts from the spell that is on them, and take them with you to Lonesome Island.”
The prince did as the horse desired; and straightway four princes stood before him, and thanking him for what he had done, they departed at once, each to his own kingdom.
The prince removed the spell from his aunts, and, travelling with them and the two sons of the queen of Erin, all soon appeared at the castle of the king.
When they were near the door of their mother’s chamber, the elder of the two sons of the queen of Erin stepped up to the prince of Lonesome Island, snatched the three bottles from the wallet that he had at his side, and running up to his mother’s bed, said:
“Here, mother, are the three bottles of water which I brought you from Tubber Tintye.”
“Thank you, my son; you have saved my life,” said she.
The prince went on his bark and sailed away with his aunts to Lonesome Island, where he lived with his mother seven years.
When seven years were over, the queen of Tubber Tintye awoke from her sleep in the golden chamber; and with her the twelve maidens and all the giants, beasts, and monsters that slept in the great castle.
When the queen opened her eyes, she saw a boy about six years old playing by himself on the floor. He was very beautiful and bright, and he had gold on his forehead and silver on his poll. When she saw the child, she began to cry and wring her hands, and said: ” Some man has been here while I slept.”
Straightway she sent for her Seandallglic (old blind sage), told him about the child, and asked:
“What am I to do now?”
The old blind sage thought a while, and then said: “Whoever was here must be a hero; for the child has gold on his forehead and silver on his poll, and he never went from this place without leaving his name behind him. Let search be made, and we shall know who he was.”
Search was made, and at last they found the letter of the prince under the pillow of the couch. The queen was now glad, and proud of the child.
Next day she assembled all her forces, her giants and guards; and when she had them drawn up in line, the army was seven miles long from van to rear. The queen opened through the river of fire a safe way for the host, and led it on till she came to the castle of the king of Erin. She held all the land near the castle, so the king had the sea on one side, and the army of the queen of Tubber Tintye on the other, ready to destroy him and all that he had. The queen sent a herald for the king to come down.
“What are you going to do?” asked the king when he came to her tent. “I have had trouble enough in my life already, without having more of it now.”
“Find for me,” said the queen, “the man who came to my castle and entered the golden chamber of Tubber Tintye while I slept, or I’ll sweep you and all you have from the face of the earth.
The king of Erin called down his elder son, and asked: ” Did you enter the chamber of the queen of Tubber Tintye?”
“Go, then, and tell her so, and save us.”
He went; and when he told the queen, she said:
“If you entered my chamber, then mount my gray steed.”
He mounted the steed; and if he did, the steed rose in the air with a bound, hurled him off his back, in a moment, threw him on a rock, and dashed the brains out of his head.
The king called down his second son, who said that he had been in the golden chamber. Then he mounted the gray steed, which killed him as it had his brother.
Now the queen called the king again, and said:
“Unless you bring the man who entered my golden chamber while I slept, I ‘II not leave a sign of you or anything you have upon the face of the earth.”
Straightway the king sent a message to the queen of Lonesome Island, saying: ” Come to me with your son and your two sisters!”
The queen set out next morning, and at sunset she drew up her boat under the castle of the king of Erin. Glad were they to see her at the castle, for great dread was on all.
Next morning the king went down to the queen of Tubber Tintye, who said: “Bring me the man who entered my castle, or I’ll destroy you and all you have in Erin this day.”
The king went up to the castle; immediately the prince of Lonesome Island went to the queen.
“Are you the man who entered my castle?” asked she.
“I don’t know,” said the prince.
“Go up now on my gray steed! ” said the queen.
He sat on the gray steed, which rose under him into the sky. The prince stood on the back of the horse, and cut three times with his sword as he went up under the sun. When he came to the earth again, the queen of Tubber Tintye ran over to him, put his head on her bosom, and said:
“You are the man.”
Now she called the queen of Erin to her tent, and drawing from her own pocket a belt of silk, slender as a cord, she said: ” Put this on.”
The queen of Erin put it on, and then the queen of Tubber Tintye said: ” Tighten, belt! ” The belt tightened till the queen of Erin screamed with pain. “Now tell me,” said the queen of Tubber Tintye, “who was the father of your elder son.”
“The gardener,” said the queen of Erin.
Again the queen of Tubber Tintye said:
“Tighten, belt! ” The queen of Erin screamed worse than before; and she had good reason, for she was cut nearly in two. ” Now tell me who was the father of your second son.”
“The big brewer,” said the queen of Erin.
Said the queen of Tubber Tintye to the king of Erin: ” Get this woman dead.”
The king put down a big fire then, and when it was blazing high, he threw the wife in, and she was destroyed at once.
Now do you marry the queen of Lonesome Island, and my child will be grandchild to you and to her,” said the queen of Tubber Tintye.
This was done, and the queen of Lonesome Island became queen of Erin and lived in the castle by the sea. And the queen of Tubber Tintye married the prince of Lonesome Island, the champion who entered the golden chamber while she slept.
Now the king of Erin sent ten ships with messages to all the kings of the world, inviting them to come to the wedding of the queen of Tubber Tintye and his son, and to his own wedding with the queen of Lonesome Island.
The queen removed the Druidic spells from her giants, beasts, and monsters; then went home, and made the prince of Lonesome Island king of Tubber
What is missing from our modern age is that the Lady of Tubber Tintye types, the goddesses of our society have been destroyed by feminism. The goal of such goddesses in tales such as this is to provoke in young men the ultimate prize. To apply this story to the ZZ Top video above, the hero protagonist could have stopped and engaged in sexual delight with any of the previous women of the Lady’s chamber, but he held out until he discovered the ultimate prize. However, along the way he witnessed many men had fallen for the women in the first few rooms—and those men were of lower quality. They had failed in their quest—and settled.
The modern progressive approach to this problem because not all women can be of a quality like the Lady of Tubber Tintye is to make them equal to the guys in the first few rooms—the failed ones who settled too easily and quickly for sexual gratification. If one were to break down the fundamental mentality of all progressive philosophy and how it directly applies to Common Core education, feminism, gay rights, and government statism—at the core of their approach is the destruction of such goddess symbols in our society.
The reason is that such women become matriarchs of their families and the destruction of family units are what progressives are after—so that the collective state will replace the matriarch and patriarch of the modern family. By removing the Tubber Tintye type women from culture, statists take away the incentive for strong-willed men to proceed along looking for the perfect sexual experience. By destroying the image of the goddess which most men yearn for—like the guy in the ZZ Top video—they force all men to settle with common women in the first few rooms with a kind of intellectual orgy arranged by progressives for their benefit.
I married a Lady of Tubber Tintye. She made me work hard for the bliss of her spinning couch. And because she did, I valued our relationship. And because I valued that relationship, the products of that union, the children, the nieces, the nephews, the in-laws, all the aspects of it have increased value because of my raised awareness of their importance—again brought forth by the struggle to resist the temptation to pick women from the first couple of rooms—the common girls who were only booby traps to hold intellectual pursuits suppressed with a sexual ecstasy that is conciliatory—not ecstatic. The tragedy is that not all women are qualified to be Lady’s of Tubber Tintye, just as all men are not qualified to be The Prince of Lonesome Island. But all men and all women should strive to be—even if they fall short. Because such struggles are what bring forth quality, higher quality people, higher quality relationships, and higher quality intellects. Through the struggle of existence—in this case of the Prince of Lonesome Island to seeking three bottles of water from a sacred well at Tubber Tintye, we solve the problems of living life.
Stories like this Tubber Tintye story have a level of sophistication that is not present in our current society. With all the tools available to the 21st Century human being—we are more asleep than ever, primarily because of the imposition that global politics has played through the progressive movement to redefine the roles that rest at the heart of social psychology. The political and social progressive is attempting to recreate the human mind and they are failing. The intention is to destroy the motive of individual achievement in favor of statism. Young men are discouraged from attempting to win their Lady of Tubber Tintyes by removing through feminism women who are capable of raising the level of society through their goddess power.
A woman does not have to be beautiful in the classic sense to be a Lady of Tubber Tintye. They may not have physical beauty. However, what is in their heart must compensate, and many women fall into this category. They may lack sexual prowess, but harness motherly care that husbands and children both yearn for. They may not be as beautiful as the women in the ZZ Top video, but are beautiful in other ways that cannot be photographed. For the sake of story, physical beauty is the proper metaphor for the kind of beauty that comes from such women.
I have yet to see an academic from any of the mainstream colleges, the Yale types, the Harvards, the Oxfords who can pass through a college professor gatekeeper an interpretation of that Tubber Tintye story without slanting it toward the modern interpretation of feminism as advanced through progressive theory. Just as progressives have done with the gay rights dialogue, they have attempted to capture the message by redefining the words. In the case of the Tubber Tintye story the definition of “goddess” has been changed by modern academia not to hold sexual superiority to men, and a boon to the world through phallic power achieved because of the desire to win a woman, but to make the woman the equalizer of all society—by making them equal to men. The men as they enter the various chambers of the Lady of Tubber Tintye mostly fall victim to the women of the first twelve rooms. They did not have the power in themselves to hold out until the last room where the golden lady resided. Most of the time they are like the Queen of Erin’s sons—cowards conceived out of adulterous lust and shameless value. This initiation process brought forth the trial and tribulations which allowed the young prince to solve the problems of his kingdom. Under modern progressive interpretation, the message to all women is to be one of the girls in the first rooms so there is no ultimate goal at the end on a golden couch. Make it easy for the men so they are all equal, and make it easy for all the other girls, since they are not goddesses, but only gate keepers to the ultimate prize.
Out of my hundreds of daily readers I am aware that only two or three will read this entire story—and understand what the purpose is. But for those two or three, I do the work because it is extremely important to understand. Without a firm understanding of these basic concepts, society will be destroyed and redefined by inferior minds built by the lazy good for nothings in the first few rooms of that ZZ Top video. The video itself was clearly done by filmmakers aware of this Tubber Tintye story. For commercial reasons it was done in a sexy way to entice viewers. However, the reason the visuals work on a primal level for males, and females is that they understand the story of Tubber Tintye from an innate appreciation of such stories. Most every young boy dreams of growing up and slaying dragons, and winning a woman like the one in the Tubber Tintye story. From the ages of 1 to 12 they all have a chance of hitting it big time with such a woman. However, once they begin to use sex as proof of their manhood they tend to make concessions and end up often with the kind of women in the first few rooms—airheads that look nice, but have little really going on behind the eyes. The men who jump at such women might find them in real society in brothels, escort services, strip joints, or ladder climbers at their places of business. If they take on those kinds of girls they’ll never reach their own version of the Lady of Tubber Tintye at the end of the long hall in the 13th room.
The job of all women is to attempt to become a Lady of Tubber Tintye, and not to settle in their lives into being one of the try-out girls on the way snagging up all the weak-minded men. The progressive movement is entirely about destroying the Lady of Tubber Tintye types so that no man has the option of one. In such an absence, personal kingdoms collapse to the will of statism and government can rule every individual mind as the sex obsessed must cohabitate with all the would be Prince of Lonesome Island. This story is my Christmas present to my readers—even though I know most people will not understand it. I have to try. Understanding this story is the key to the freedom movement and the proper restoration of the American family. Understanding this story will destroy progressivism and restore health to all world cultures—if only people would accept the root definitions of the role women have to a man’s mind, and how important that role is to the preservation of mankind. I’m not talking about a throwback to the times of the cowboy, or the 1950s, but the primal underpinnings of mythology that reside as far back as the first flicker of fire from an emerging Neanderthal.
If you are a woman, be the Lady of Tubber Tintye to your family. If you are a man, be the Prince of Lonesome Island. In the ZZ Top video, the protagonist is a modern Prince. Be that guy—and you will not only save yourself, your future family, but all of humanity by avoiding the easy girls in the first rooms of temptation. Save your energy for the Lady on the Golden Couch in the 13th room, because only she is worth the effort and that effort will save the world and everyone in it. The Lady of Tubber Tintye is Ariel from the film The Litter Mermaid, she is Princess Leia from Star Wars, she is Christine from Phantom of the Opera—she is every major character in every major story in the history of all stories. The Lady of Tubber Tintye is even Mia Wallace from the film Pulp Fiction—it doesn’t matter that she was a drug addict—she as the goddess who had the power to pull Vincent Vega into a place he had never considered going before. She is the Virgin Mary who brought Jesus into the world, or depending on religious conviction, she is Mary Magdallen who served as inspiration to stand up to the Pharisees in the darkest of times prior to his conviction and execution. Every major successful story has a Lady of Tubber Tintye—even in The Lord of the Rings where the female goddess image has been replaced metaphorically as The Shire, which is an actual place. Galadriel, Arwen, and Éowyn, serve as the typical goddess figures, Galadriel pulls the Hobbits together for the bravery needed for their quest, Arwen does the same for Aragorn and Eowyn performs this task for her entire kingdom ultimately saving her father from the treachery of Worm Tongue and the forces behind him. But the female goddess of Tubber Tintye is the actual Shire for the purposes of plot. All good stories have a Tubber Tintye character just as all good families do, and marriages. Without some goddess figures in the lives of the men, everything perishes—plot, motivation—even the willpower to get out of bed in the morning. Is it any wonder that so many young men cannot find the ambition to get up in the morning………..when sex is placed so easily before them in the first few rooms of their life—what is their to work for? The answer is nothing.
Men and women are not equal. They are different. Men need women to provide intended focus. Those who do not have women in their lives tend to drift through life unfocused and full of folly. On the other hand, women will look for many years and wait patiently for their own version of the Prince of the Lonely Island. Some go their entire lives continuing to look for him—even after they have long married and had children. Social pressure often pushes them into the arms of men they marry to please their parents, but their hearts are seldom in it. That was the story of Francesca Johnson from the novel The Bridges of Madison County which mysteriously sold over 50 million copies. The story featured a four-day affair with the noble character Robert Kincaid after years of marriage to a good man—but a common farmer not worthy of her healing power on the golden couch—not willing to take water out of a flaming well for anybody so long as the crops were ready for the state fair. More contemporarily, she is Anastasia “Ana” Steele the 21-year-old college senior attending Washington State University in Vancouver, Washington taming through sexual bondage the billionaire 27-year-old Christian Grey. All those stories feature a goddess figure that heals the world through her love and power. If that element is removed, the story falls flat nearly 100% of the time. And the results are absolutely no different in real life—when a strong female is not driving quality in her relationships, the world falls apart. She is different from men who do not have this power. Men have the power to slay dragons and wage war with each other—but women provide the context for the value in it. If the woman is corrupt, then the endeavor becomes corrupt. If the woman is righteous, such as in the Lady of Tubber Tintye—there is goodness for all as a direct byproduct of her effort.
These things cannot be escaped from—they are the rules of life. They cannot be willed from existence such as progressives hope to do with homosexual endorsements. Men and women cannot be made equal with hope and prayers. Such equality cannot be given through legislation. The desire for the Ladies of Tubber Tintye is deep in the heart of all people everywhere. It comes out in our oldest and newest stories and are legends for a reason. Stories that do a good job at capturing the latest Tubber Tintye version make millions of dollars not because of some trick, but because these are the stories that people crave to see—as there is a truth in those stories that cannot be reached any other way. The lesson, which is captured so eloquently in the ZZ Top “Legs” video, is that the message that still has the most power in our culture whether it be a movie, a song, or an ad for sunglasses—is the woman is the vehicle to reach some higher place. Get a better job get a better woman. Drive a better car, get a better woman. Dress nicely, get approval from better women. Put on cologne, and gain the attraction of better women. Goddess figure women are the dominate drivers of culture from selling jeans to automobiles. Advertisers who have experimented with more gender neutral images find that their sales plummet, because the world is driven by the image and promise of the Lady of Tubber Tintye. Women do not function from the same mentality. They know innately that they are trying to appeal to be that woman from the golden couch. They get their nails done hoping their men will work to appeal to them, their hair, their ear rings, their perfume, their diets—all in a hope of finding a Prince of the Lonesome Island who will seek their well of flaming water. If they are lucky women, they marry such Princes, but most don’t. They instead become bitter hags, school levy supporters, progressive bitches and detriments to all humanity. They spend billions of dollars a year to try to pretend they are Ladies of Tubber Tintye, but because of their poor decisions, are simply women of that first room—taken by the most impatient and weak men lacking the willpower to hold out for the best of the best—the woman on the Golden Couch spinning at the center of the world and the power that drives everything.
I could write a book about this topic and make a lot of money from it. If I wanted to, I could probably take this act on the road and do speaking engagements on the topic. But I offer it to those here with the gumption to read it for free. It is my hope that you Dear Reader will take the time to read and study all this and learn from it. If you do, the world can begin to solve some of its problems, and in the end—that’s all I want.