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The Literature of Canterbury: Why America needs to embrace being smarter

I have to be critical of the United States in an unusual way, because my trip to Europe lately was not so much for leisure or extravagance, which has certainly been a part of it. It was to tie up loose ends started many decades ago in many facets of my life. If I didn’t enjoy making money, spending time with my family, and shooting guns—I would have been very happy to be a PHD scholar who spends all his time reading and going over old maps musing about the world and where it’s been and where it’s going.  To a smaller extent, I do that with this blog, which many people think is extensive and tenacious—but it is far from where I’d like to be if I could just commit all my time to literature which I would enjoy immensely.  Unfortunately, I can’t—you have to make decisions in life and time is not infinite—as much as it should be.  Literature for me is a hobby, a foundation for my soul and has always been my secret little joy that I do when everyone goes to bed, or runs out to a dance club.  It’s always been like that for me, and it always will.  So when I had a chance to go to Europe, eat at a three Michelan Star Chef Ramsey restaurant in Chelsea, England and live for a while on the streets of Canterbury, England where much of my favorite literature was born—I did it.[image error]

Before getting too far ahead however, I have to say that if Donald Trump had not been elected president—I would not have taken the trip. This visit to Canterbury is because of Donald Trump.  I see clearly that America avoided a very narrow precipice toward destruction and now there is a significant opportunity for a major cultural shift in America that will lead the world toward better things.  In all actuality, it reminds me of the Roman conquest of Briton and the pagan tribes which attempted to hold them back.  But it was no use, Rome was a superior culture and it moved into the area that would become Canterbury bringing with it a culture that would mold the future of England forever.  Once the Empire united the kingdom with Christianity Rome fell from power and by 500 AD leaving the area ripe for conquest and that’s when the Indo-Europeans (Celts) moved in and took over the culture.  Then the Vikings knocked on the door and by the time St Augustine was writing his City of God and setting up the first religious center in England just outside the city walls of Canterbury in AD 598 Canterbury has emerged as a hotbed of the foundations of what it met to be human.  It inherited an oriental religion from the Romans which destroyed the empire from the inside out—much the way communism has destroyed modern Europe—all collectivist based societies follow the same trend.  You see the Indo-European came from the region of the Black Sea and had exposure for years to the orient which had worked its way around the south of the Mediterranean Sea for a time.  Jesus Christ had picked up on some of this in the desert during his years of formulation developed through wondering until the events which led to his execution for disrupting the political order of the day.  So it was Catholicism that was inserted upon a culture in Briton which collided with the old pagan stories and gave rise to the Arthurian legends, then The Canterbury Tales, and eventually the work of Charles Dickens and a cast of characters in literature that exceeds description.  Many of the most powerful and persuasive literary figures of our modern times—from 500 AD to the present—worked within a 100 miles of Canterbury.  With that in mind dear reader, you might understand the context of this pilgrimage and why it was so important to me.[image error]

Here I was walking the same streets that Geoffery Chaucer and Charles Dickens had along with the playwright Marlow and I was witnessing something remarkable. The people of England at least from London to the east coast may be a lot of things—but they were at least very literate.  They read books and they enjoyed the English language.  Now to be honest, part of that is that their roads are too small, so they can’t drive anywhere quick, and their television is terrible.  Their art and culture is certainly built on their reputations, not on their present actions but at least they read.  I was in several book stores in Canterbury during my time in living within the city recently and I saw titles that I had never seen displayed simply because people actually buy them in England.  Back home, the Barnes & Noble in West Chester which is quite large, or the same store on Newport on the Levee carry a lot of books, but they are more geared toward the trends of today—the things that sell in America—50 Shades of Grey, Harry Potter, and Game of Thrones.  In England, people still read for fun and they do it often—which shows directly in their language.

Even the stupid people in England are smarter than most people in the United States and you can tell that by the way people speak and how their minds frame ideas. In England people naturally treat their language with great emphasis on the intelligence from which it pours forth and they take the time to guard it—where in America we have adopted every slang term imposed on us by every trend that has emerged.  For example, one criticism that many have about me is that I use too many big words when speaking to them.  They think I’m purposely trying to make them feel stupid because they don’t have the same vocabulary range that I do.  But that’s not necessarily the case.  I have read so many books over the years that I speak that way naturally all the time—it is a function of being literate.  Just like a body builder might have big muscles, a person who reads a lot will have a well-defined intellect.  And in England they do.  I heard a homeless person just yesterday uttering rhetoric of insanity about the stars in the sky and he was using words in such a way that the average suburbanite in America never does—because it’s not part of their experience.  The American has given up on literature and actually embraces stupidity to make “others” feel better about their lackluster existence where in England they tend to look at such people as “rubbish” and treat them as such.  They figure if someone isn’t going to learn the proper words for things—then they probably don’t have much value for things and should be discarded.

As I provided this little history lesson to set up this idea, the English language of Canterbury and all the literature that followed was not indigenous to the area. Many cultures rose and fell before Geoffrey Chaucer wrote his masterpiece Canterbury Tales so it’s not like they are preserving some deep history.  It is just the nature of those people to embrace thinking even if the root cause of their economic depravity and lack of scientific invention is rooted in their incursion of an oriental religion—Christianity.  Their foundations into literature at least have elevated their culture to have a solid foundation to build from, and America would do well to adopt those same methods.[image error]

I went to many museums around London, Paris, and Canterbury and I can report that the children are different from they are in America. Parents still teach their kids things in England and form strong bonds that last their lifetimes whereas in America too much Paris has migrated into our culture there and people are too rootless to teach children much of anything—and that is a mistake.  Intelligence should be celebrated and nurtured, not avoided and pissed upon—and in America we take it for granted.  We celebrate stupidity and it shows in our values for books and the process for learning.

The election of Donald Trump I know is going to make a lot of people unhappy, because like the cultures in Europe conquered by so many superior cultures, this new president is a game changer. He may be viewed in history the way William the Conqueror was in England, or even Napoleon in France.  As much as history baulks at such aggressive characters it is in their wake that great works of art have furthered the human race and the same will now happen in America—the “Trumpian age.”  So part of that new Trumpian age needs to embrace literature.  Trump himself may not be the most literate person in the world, but he doesn’t need to be.  The values that come out of his presidency however could—and that starts with embracing values that are positive and throwing away those that aren’t.  As I said at the beginning of this, if Hillary Clinton were still president, I would not have taken this trip to Europe.  I wouldn’t want to see what the progressives wanted to do to America.  But now I can visit and observe the mistakes and the successes, and bring home the summation of both to apply to American culture.  And the most obvious thing to me is the protection of the written word and elevating its value in our North American culture.   That alone would go a long way to solving many of our national problems—teaching people to read again and to enjoy the process would go a long way to enriching our American life to be the leader of the free world and all those wanting to become free.   It all starts with what you accept in your mind—which therefor comes out in your mouth.  And in Canterbury, England, they still love their literature and for me it was a relief to see.

Rich Hoffman

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The Next Generation of Mass Transit: America’s version of Europe’s train system

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I’ve never had much of a passionate thought about train travel because in the United States—we just don’t do it. We have cars and massive highways, and we love our independence. My main experience with trains is in the novel Atlas Shrugged, the monorail at Disney World, and the train ride at Kings Island, the amusement park near my home in Cincinnati, Ohio.  So during a recent trip to Europe and being without a car, I had to learn quickly how to use trains, because honestly, they are the most efficient way to get around.  European cities are just so densely packed as they frustrate suburban development forcing most of their residents into their metropolises.  So having a car in London, or Paris, just as it is in New York in the U.S. just doesn’t make much sense—because parking is nearly impossible and traveling down the roads is ridiculously slow.  With that in mind, getting around London, Paris or between them into the countryside requires trains which I’ve used heavily lately and to a great effect.  The trains in England are quite nice and I have enjoyed using them covering ground from as far south as Brighton, to Canterbury and using the Eurostar from London to Paris under the English Channel.  It was the combination of those experiences which launched my mind on the new train technology being developed in the United States called the Hyperloop—which is an Elon Musk initiation that is being extensively tested this summer outside of Las Vegas.  In fact it looks like the UAB will be among the first cities of the world to buy into the concept which will make the Eurostar look like an archaic dinosaur regarding train travel.  The Hyperloop will take passengers at near the speed of sound and faster which will significantly change the world.

The Eurostar was fast and efficient, unlike the rest of Europe. pic.twitter.com/QixhPnJLDF

— Rich Hoffman (@overmanwarrior) February 23, 2017

I love that America is built around individualized transportation, but I personally have a need to get around the country quickly—so these high-speed trains are appealing to me. I would love to take a train to Orlando, Florida from Cincinnati to justify a season pass to Disney World so I could take my grandkids there many times throughout the year.  Flying is just a bit too expensive leaving an alternative form in need to fill the market demand.  Since America doesn’t yet have a complex train system like they do in Europe this leaves the United States prime to develop one of their own using the new hyperloop technology as the centerpiece.

Very impressed with the Eurostar from London to Paris. Something that I could support in America–New York to D.C. or Detroit to Orlando. pic.twitter.com/Ey994ec8EJ

— Rich Hoffman (@overmanwarrior) February 23, 2017

This whole train thing really came to life for me at the St. Pancras station in London which shares space across the street from Kings Cross. My wife and I were eating some sushi from the dining area and I was watching all the people coming and going as we awaited our train into the countryside to visit Canterbury.  It was like a mini airport that was carrying a tremendous amount of people to and from.  I was able to visit many more thereafter at Ashford International and as far south as Gare Du Nord in Paris and I have to say it was an impressive system that allowed me to get around an enormous part of Northern Europe quickly and without insulting my time.  While on the trains I was able to read and rest which I appreciated and I found myself hundreds of miles away within an hour and that was something that would greatly benefit the American economy because of the vast spaces we enjoy in North America.

Trains are best in relieving traffic. I experienced this of course in London and Paris, but over the last year have seen it most effectively used in Kobe, Japan where dinner guests came up from the south quicker than they ever could have by car, simply because dense cities don’t have anywhere to park leaving the roads stagnant messes.  To solve the problem of America’s dying cities, wealth needs to be imported back into them by a means that allows people to utilize what they offer.  For instance, Cincinnati, Atlanta and Detroit should be part of a shared market—people should be able to conduct business between those places easily and within the same day—such as a lunch meeting in Atlanta for an hour or two then jumping back up to Detroit by the end of the business day.

Ride the Hyperloop track on the front of the @SpaceX test vehicle → https://t.co/KCc82d1CUv

— Hyperloop (@Hyperloop) February 3, 2017

When Ayn Rand wrote, Atlas Shrugged she believed that America would have a series of train systems like the Eurostar all over the country, and that they would be privately owned—which would be optimal.  One of the weaknesses of the publicly owned ones in Europe that has solicited private investment and is doing a better job in turning a profit, but the ghosts of their government owned days is evident–they are not always on time.  And at this point, I would love to have a Eurostar type of system in America.  Since we don’t I would think that the Hyperloop would be the technology that would demand the investment priorities.  In the video included from Twitter I was thinking about how fast we were really going while my wife was buying us some snacks in the dining car.  It was easy to walk around and the drinks didn’t slide around on our tables never threatening to tip over.  The ride was very smooth and comfortable which has been the promise of the Hyperloop.  At the time I took the video the Eurostar was going about 150 MPH, and sometimes it was going faster.  The distance between Paris and London which was the length we were traveling is 459 miles and we did it in just under 2 hours.  It would have taken three times longer by car.  This allowed my family to go to Paris for the day and still be back in London in time for dinner.  Without the Eurostar we would have never been able to do such a thing.  Flying would have been too expense and too complicated and driving would have taken way too long.  And regarding security and passport verifications, everything was done for us before we even got on the train.  Once we were in Paris, we simply got out of the train and headed to our destinations with the immigration issues already don’t at the front of the line—quickly.  Having something similar in America would certainly lead to economic expansion for the cities and would even have an impact on the voting patterns—because currently only liberals live in cities making it impossible for Republicans to get elected.  The best way to change a city’s culture is to allow people of value from other places to come in and have an impact—but you don’t want to trap them otherwise they’ll keep their money and input into the suburbs.

Congrats to WARR Hyperloop team for fastest pod–flew down entire length of track at the world's first Hyperloop competition! #breakapod pic.twitter.com/FhMjmCUZTQ

— Hyperloop (@Hyperloop) January 30, 2017

I can see Hyperloop terminals all over the United States much like Europe has train stations. They could be vibrant places that move people across vast distances quickly, and cheaply expanding our economic output.  And it could be a uniquely American thing, just as Europe has established itself on trains.  Trains are too slow for me, but Hyperloop could be the best answer for a nation that hasn’t yet invested in mass transit.  I would love to have something like St. Pancras station in West Chester, Ohio—or Monroe.  There was something exciting about sitting at that station and knowing that I could buy an affordable ticket to Italy and be there in a few hours while eating sushi.  It was strange to send a text to my daughter who was in Canterbury from London and saying to her that we’d be there within an hour.   It’s only 61 miles, but with the tiny roads that they have in England, it would be more than a two-hour drive.  That allowed us to step onto a train and be at her doorstep before she could get ready for dinner and that was an efficient use of time.  Something that America could use and the Hyperloop is just the right technological advance.

Rich Hoffman

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Mystery of the British Museum’s Crystal Skull: Why its not a fake, but many wish it were

It was one of the things I most wanted to see in London—the famous crystal skull at the British Museum. The idea that an ancient civilization was able to carve such a fine sculpture out of quartz without obvious machining marks in the 14th century, or even before, is quite remarkable so I wanted to see it for myself.   The artifact is famous because it is one of the few of its kind in the world and it was acquired by the British Museum at that magical time of early archaeology when the British empire still held sway and was able to gather important items around the world before a new generation of politics and war would further destroy the art and relics of the Middle East, Europe, and the Americas—especially in Mexico where their Mexican Revolution at the start of the 20th Century has all but destroyed their economy leaving the people there impoverished.  If any crystal skulls were found today in those regions they would without question be in private collections sold off by locals who needed to feed themselves.  It was remarkable that the crystal skull featured here even made it to the British Museum as it was acquired from the Tiffany and Co. from New York in 1897 after being owned originally by Eughen Boban who was an early fortune hunter able to gather up objects from digs before the Smithsonian, and the British Museum were able to lay claim to the historic record.  For something that old, it certainly couldn’t have seen modern methods of cutting a quartz structure so for anybody to go to such trouble to make a crystal skull there had to be a good reason for it.[image error]

The skull is in the “living and dying” wing of the museum stuck away in the corner much the way that the Cincinnati Tablet is at the Museum Center in my home town of Cincinnati—they really don’t know what to do with it because it doesn’t fit their narrative of a primitive people. In Cincinnati the tablet doesn’t fit the profile of the Adena Indians and at the British Museum which many contributes have already laid claim to their version of history and feel they possess the narrative of history by being the first to report it—the crystal skull is sort of a mystery—so they put it in the corner of the room leaving it in limbo.  In fact it was so unobtrusive I had to ask where it was.  I found a museum worker who pointed it out to me then felt the need to let me know that the skull was a “fake” which irritated me greatly.  There was no need for the additional commentary, but the guy felt he needed to make sure I knew his opinion of the crystal skull which revealed a lot about what I had long suspected about this particular museum.

The collection at the British Museum is one of the finest in the world and it could be argued that their imperialism which acquired all the artifacts there robbed the home countries of their “birth rights” to those cultures. But as we’ve seen in Cairo, Baghdad and other places around the world, especially in Mexico City where the ruins of an Aztec civilization were literally buried underneath—new cultures usually destroy old cultures and the British Museum was able to save those artifacts in time because of their audacity to take them from their domestic lands—which were unstable to the historical record.  The museum has an extensive membership list that is very active, and they depend on their donations to keep everything on the upside—and they are very successful.  However, to preserve that funding model they need to lay claim to the historical narrative created by the British Museum, so to preserve the integrity of their members and donors.  That concern was reflected in the museum worker’s proclamation to me that the crystal skull was a fake—because he didn’t want me to be one of those guys to further perpetuate the many theories that the skull may belong to an undiscovered culture not yet in the museum—which is highly likely—and was the source of my interest.[image error]

The failure of the premise that the British Museum established, for which the worker represented was that it was inconceivable that the Spanish conquest of Mexico in 1521 was interacting with a superior culture at the time since it has been established that European culture was the dominate one and that everyone they interacted with was inferior. We see this with the discovery of America by Columbus—even though the Chinese were obviously already in America and trading around the world—and that the Vikings were likely already in America several centuries earlier.  Even more perplexing, which is obvious to me, the mound builders of England, Ireland and likely Scandinavia likely were trading with the Phoenicians from the south, maybe even Egypt and were in the New World building mounds like those at Nework in Ohio well before Christ was born.  The British Museum ignores all these issues and sticks to their story that Europe conquered the world and thus making them the authors of history.  Relics like the crystal skull challenge that.[image error]

After looking at the skull closely with an electron microscope scan, there is evidence that some of the features were carved using a rotary cutting wheel of some kind.   Note the word, “some.”  There are many parts of the crystal skull that defy even modern methods of manufacture so there is still great mystery as to how the thing was even made by today’s standards, let along done at a time before the telephone existed.  And there is evidence that what Spain conquered in Mexico was far advanced in many ways to the Europeans, especially in canal building and astronomy.  So there is guilt in the statement—the “crystal skull is fake.”  Guilt that the very things the British Museum is supposed to guard against—the loss of information advanced by the many cultures of the world—the evidence says that a lot of the world’s cultures have been lost and the Europeans are very guilty of building their Catholic religion on top of conquests to erase the memory of what came before—which I think the crystal skull represents most.[image error]

The science of history is in its infancy, even in the Room of Enlightenment—which was my favorite room in the museum—it is obvious that our grasp of history is rather shallow, and all we know is from the private collections of kings, or the little bits of junk acquired from dealers who looted tombs and cultures to sell on the black market. The best stuff is still out there locked away in private collections and museum basements lacking a proper explanation that fits with the story of history that has been told to us from our infancies.  History is much more complicated and to know it is to understand the crystal skull culture and other mysteries that are out there which have not been given a proper introduction to the world because too many people—especially of European decent—call things fake—when they are obviously not.  The crystal skull of the British Museum is more than just an artifact, it is a glimpse into the human race who had an obsession with death and wanted to face it literally—and an old habit of doing what should be impossible for the benefit of doing it and perplexing those from the future with the valor of their endeavors.[image error]

Rich Hoffman

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What’s Behind the Trump Protests in London: Socialists fighting for the right to be lazy

What the media is not telling you dear reader about all these “spontaneous” riots of “concerned” people protesting Donald Trump around the world, and his immigration policies, is that they are organized by dirty, rotten scum bag socialists that draw like flies on shit the stink of the most lazy and uninformed of our human species. They are not “people” as reported by the media concerned over the direction of the world led by Donald Trump trying to challenge him wherever he may show up to cast an influence—but they are insurgents of the group Socialist International still attempting to cast the world into the doom of global communism, just like they had in the Soviet Union and as they do now in China.  The media which is advancing this plot that they learned in their public institutions as silly, drunken pre-adult losers mean to destroy Donald Trump because he is not only now the leader of the free world, but an unapologetic capitalist who is rebuilding the wealth of America at a rate that is terrifying to them.  Because capitalists and communists in any form cannot work together toward a common goal.  One side must lose to the other because their fundamental philosophies are just too different and the war we are witnessing can be summed up that simply.

Look at these loser socialists in London today protesting Trump. The media doesn't tell people who these anti Trump radicals really are. pic.twitter.com/qEXdEPHVqf

— Rich Hoffman (@overmanwarrior) February 20, 2017

Of course you’ll want proof dear reader of my bombastic statements, especially in regard to these so-called “Not My President” rallies which “sprang up” across the world, particularly in the progressive cities of New York, Chicago and Los Angeles. I happened to be in London for a number of reasons, and was down by Parliament to see Theresa May defend Brexit from the House of Lords attempting to waver back in the direction of Tony Blair and the avocation of a “European Union” which again is a Socialist International plot to spread global socialism then communism to every corner of the world.  It was in fact in London where Karl Marx did most of his work toward that collective based monstrosity that leads directly to economic depravity. So I happened to be right next to the “spontaneous” group that gathered in the park across from parliament in the shadow of Big Ben which was made to look so much bigger on television than it really was.  And I gathered up the pictures you need as proof to understand what I’m saying and have been now for many years.  Socialist advocates are behind all these global protests, even the Black Lives Matter endeavors.  They do not want peace with anything in a capitalist country and cannot be reasoned with.  So as a civilization we must drag them kicking and screaming to a bitter bloody ending across the finish line of prosperity and ignore their utterings—because in the scheme of things they are completely worthless.[image error]

You will notice from the pictures I took at the London rally all the red tents—well those were there to pass out socialist literature—and there were a lot of them. In many ways, it broke my heart to see so many red flag waving socialists and their tents of Marxism set up at the feet of Winston Churchill’s statue.  He would be literally rolling over in his grave if he knew that—because it goes against everything we fought in World War II and many other wars.  The Marxist types who formed this destructive philosophy started in the mid-19th Century and everywhere they proposed themselves destruction and war has been in their wake.  Today their influence is everywhere, from the union strike of British Airways by their cabin crew looking for a “living wage” to the nearly complete conquest of the Asian countries by communism as it flowed down out of Russia into those villages of China, Korea, and Vietnam.  In fact that whole mess in China and Vietnam started just a few miles to the south of these London protests in Paris where the future Vietnamese leader wanted a voice at the Treaty Versailles convention.  He didn’t get it, so he went to the rickety little building across the street that was spreading communism in Paris and they did listen to him—so be became philosophically aligned and the rest is history.  The protests of the Vietnam War by the press wasn’t so much about the many deaths that the United States and other countries suffered among their young people fighting communism there—it was that those armies fighting Ho Chi Minh were trying to stop communism which the political left were trying to advance in the same manner that these protests in London against Donald Trump were being presented.[image error]

What was even stranger about the London protests is that the people participating were not people who voted for Donald Trump. In the United States, at least they could claim to be concerned about a president they didn’t vote for.  Heck, I never accepted Barack Obama as my president—and it had nothing to do with his color.  He was an idiot advocating global socialism which was why I rejected him.  So I can understand people who didn’t vote for Donald Trump being upset—because I have been for the last 24 years in not having a good president in the White House whom I could respect.   But in London, these people were so concerned about Donald Trump that they felt they had to protest as if he were already the president of the world—which actually tells you quite a lot about the role America plays in global matters.  The socialist know that Donald Trump could destroy all the progressive gains they’ve made against capitalism for the last 100 years, and it is that which they are fighting against.[image error]

The people at the rally in London were not just concerned moms afraid that they wouldn’t be able to kill a baby if they engaged in reckless sex with some libitard at a late night bar covered in cologne from Harrod’s on a wild night in London, or gay rights advocates hoping to water down the sexes so that expectations of behavior would be bent to the most lazy of our society allowing unclean losers to have a shot at more potential “partners” than they do now—or complacent idiots who want to play video games all day could with a “living wage” so they would not have to worry about working a real job and paying all their bills—their rent, their cars, and their online fees. They were pawns in a giant game of chess intent to weaken the human race.  As I looked at their faces close up their stories were obvious.  Most of the men were the type who had moms who did pay all their fees for online gaming because the women felt guilty at not providing strong role models for the young lads who were now stringy haired losers barely able to function in society.  The loudest voices at that rally were the type of young men who had watched many lovers enter their mother’s lives and dirty her up leaving them without the prospect of a good clean family life into their adulthoods—so they turned to collectivist philosophies as a way to normalize their personal tragedies—and now Donald Trump was a severe threat to their choices made so far in life.  But even the conditions which made those young protestors are the result of liberal policies—the young women their mom’s used to be were taught they could have the world and everything in it if only they asked for it.  If they wanted to sleep with lots of men, they had the pill.  If they acquired AIDS through reckless sex, they’d have Hollywood stars show up at their bedside and sing songs to the media.  They were taught that lives were conducted without consequence and that big daddy government would be the new husband while Hollywood helped cultivate the image that the great men of the world would now be versions of Homer Simpson.  Now the people who bought that view of the world most were forced to deal with an alpha male Donald Trump who had a gorgeous supermodel wife who was an immigrant herself which diffuses all their arguments toward socialism, and they are genuinely terrified.  This wasn’t the world they were promised as budding young socialists.  The capitalists were coming back in style and no matter what tricks they played, people weren’t listening.[image error]

So these protestors of Donald Trump are not normal people, they are rejects from a failed society who haven’t yet figured out that the greatest threat to the future of our species isn’t global warming, immigration, or even racism—its stupidity.  And stupidity flourishes under communism and socialism because it takes competition out of the equation which allows the half-baked stringy haired losers to have an equal opinion to the well-read orator who has spent their life perfecting ideas and concepts.  It just doesn’t work and that was the real summation of what was behind the London Trump protests.  The leaders weren’t well-intentioned citizens of the world, they were radicals fighting to keep the bar of human achievement low so that they could stay relevant.  And the media is in the bag for those insurgents because they are looking for the same assurances—and under a Trump presidency, they won’t get it.  And that is why they protest—and the only reason why.[image error]

Rich Hoffman

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Plugging up America’s Intelligence Leaks with Julian Assange: What Donald Trump could do to help “really” drain the swamp

While my wife was shopping at Harrod’s in London I couldn’t resist but to walk just a few feet to the east and take a glance at the Ecuadorian Embassy where what I think is the most honest journalistic organization presently in the world is hiding the notorious Julian Assange behind the dainty curtains of the balcony I have watched so many historic press conferences. Assange cannot leave the embassy and due to a current Ecuadorian presidential race that may jeopardize his continued asylum there, I couldn’t help but think of ways where he could be more useful to a Trump administration being attacked from every corner—including its own intelligence community.  So I had my daughter take a rare tourist picture of me standing next to the window of the famous spot as I pondered ruthlessly the many ways that strategically this situation could be rectified better for the world at large.  Even with all the controversy surrounding Julian Assange—to me he is a similar character to American appeal that Wernher Von Braun was who converted as a Nazi rocket builder into one of the heads of NASA. Was America still the same country that could pull off something similar here—perhaps.  But it wouldn’t be easy.   As I listened to the world’s reaction to the Trump rally in Florida which went on just a few hours later that I watched live on my iPhone while my family continued to shop at Harrod’s—I couldn’t help but think Trump’s solution was just a few feet away from me hidden behind the windows of that Ecuadorian Embassy.[image error]

The media had already been aghast by Donald Trump’s fourth week in office before he had a rally in Melbourne. Florida where Melania Trump really stuck her thumb in the eye of the secular world by starting off a speech with the “Lord’s Prayer.” In the great classic book on military strategy The Art of War, it is important to unite people behind flags of commonality toward the great strategic objective of the enterprise, and clearly that was the purpose of Trump’s rally.   The media didn’t know what to do with it because their goal had been to chip away at him until there was nothing left causing a fissure between Trump supporters and the new president.  You see, the media sees itself as a fourth branch of government and they had decided long before Trump that they were going to carry America off a precipice of destruction for progressive goals.  After all, most of the media were somewhere between the ages of 40 for the really old people to about age 27, still just kids learning about how the world worked.  In their universities, they learned about progressive values and they were now expressing those values in their media occupations, and presently that meant they needed to destroy Donald Trump to preserve their century long task at maintaining their fourth branch of power.  Those checks and balances of course would be fine if their end goal was to preserve free speech and root out tyranny.  But that’s not what the American press was up to.  They were hell bent on shaping the world into a progressive philosophy formed many years ago toward globalism desires.  For instance, in England as I contemplated these things, a prime example of how a government looks to “nudge” people into the direction of their intentions is to alter behavior through inconvenience.  Such as—at Harrod’s, one of the most popular shopping areas in the world, it is very difficult to find a garbage can to throw away trash.  There is a reason for that—because the government wants its people to make decisions not to overly consume disposables so they make it hard to get rid of things.  Not to the point where people just throw things down in the street—but just enough to stave off careless purchases.  Also, when you go to an English restaurant of any kind, they don’t do refills like they do in America.  Obviously, that is to also stave off excess consumption.  Rather than create a rule like Michael Bloomberg attempted a few years ago in New York City with a soda tax to regulate consumption, progressives utilize inconvenience in their government processes to control human behavior and market conditions as they see the need.  The media, particularly in America, but also around the world is a bridge between government’s desires to control people and the people who change their behavior to accommodate the desired change.  People watch the news to hear the latest about Beyoncé’s pregnancy, or who won the latest award’s show of their favorite media artist, but then they stick around to hear news stories from a media trained by liberal institutions to sell progressivism in the byline stories.  It is that force which is presently attacking Donald Trump viciously—and why he had his Florida rally to step around a media quickly trying to box him in at the White House—ground they have up until this point controlled.[image error]

Trump has learned to spend his weekends at Mar-a-Lago in Florida to a property he has controlled for years, as opposed to the media haven at the White House where the press firmly has roots planted to over analyze everything Trump does. John McCain the so-called Republican senator has spent much of his recent life fighting everything Donald Trump does and the intelligence community has been doing much the same to preserve the swamp Trump wants to drain.  So with all these enemies, many which come from within the Republican Party, something needs to be done to reveal the ways that the intelligence community is hacking the White House to listen in on everything that is said—which then gets leaked to the press to use against Trump.  That whole process has to be stopped—which Trump has stated he intends to do.

Of course people like John McCain and the political left look at Julian Assange and see a villain, because Wikileaks threatens their very existence. The entire media empires of the world rely on this “nudging” that they do to shape people’s opinions in subtle ways, and they can’t compete with a news organization which seeks to put a blind eye toward reporting—the way things are actually supposed to be done.  Yes, I don’t like the secrets that were revealed by that Manning character—whatever “it” is, man or woman.  But I am more concerned about the behavior of my government revealed through the Wikileaks.  And to watch this latest election in America and the audacity that the media has attempted to put all the blame on the “Russians” even if it causes World War III says a lot about how much the media is terrified of Julian Assange.  So what I’d do if I were Trump is I’d find a way to legally grant Assange asylum and put him to work in solving the many leaks coming out of the intelligence community to root out the real villains operating under the cloak of media activism.  After watching the behavior of the media toward Michael Flynn who was forced to step down and the persistence to attack any member of the Trump team, from the little 10-year-old Barron Trump to Kellyanne Conway, something has to be done to strike back and if I were Trump, that alliance of aggression would be the Wikileaks founder.

If I were Trump I’d get Assange out of his situation and use his natural skills to “nudge” the media back to honest reporting which would favor Trump’s “sentimental honesty.” That type of honesty was what people showed up in Melbourne to hear and was the driving force behind the Trump White House, and was the target of the current media.  So Trump needs to attack that aggression directly, and Assange would make a wonderful ally.  For me, standing in front of that window of the Ecuadorian Embassy in London, the solution was as clear as it could be.  Give Wikileaks a real voice and free it from the confines it finds itself in, and use that ability to help root out the villains working against this current White House from within the NSA and other government organizations who are doing what we all feared years ago would be happening—that they’d use private information about us to “nudge” us all into a desired political behavior—just as you can’t get refills on drinks or have easy access to trash cans in England—US intelligence gathering does not favor freedom, it is to control our population toward the desires of liberalized senators like John McCain and many others who think they are smarter and better than all of us in a free market economy.

Clearly the markets are hoping that Trump is for real as the stock market is currently pushing new highs each and every week so far since he was elected. That money, that value is a pent-up desire to be free because the wealth created in a free market society requires a free press to keep everything honest, and right now Wikileaks is the only organization in the world that I know of which is attempting to provide that freedom to intellectual honesty.  Literally trillions of dollars which had been hidden away during the Obama years have suddenly flooded the marketplace and we are starting to see those effects around the world quite fast.  But before we can have the full effect and use that new-found wealth to pay down our national debt and infuse real economic growth into the American way of life—which the entire world depends on—the media has to be “nudged” back into honestly and for Trump, Assange is sitting right there poised to help in ways that are currently unimaginable.[image error]

Yes there would be blowback, John McCain would be screaming about treason and every liberal in the world would be looking to get Donald Trump impeached by such a move toward Assange. But, they will do that anyway.  What Trump needs is a real offensive weapon against a corrupt media and the politicians that count on it to sustain their life in the swamp.  The leaks at the NSA, the FBI, and the CIA have to be plugged up and the media outlets themselves need to be exposed for their back-door tactics of progressive salesmanship.  And if not for Julian Assange and his Wikileaks organization, we wouldn’t know about CNN giving questions to Hillary Clinton for the debates, and we wouldn’t know about the Podesta “spirt cooking,” or even know how the heads of the major media companies gave money to the DNC and how bad things really were beyond our suspicions.  Without all that, we probably wouldn’t have a Donald Trump at all in the White House.  So why not go all the way and get Assange out of that Ecuadorian Embassy and let him do his thing honestly and openly—and apply his skills to really solving the problem of the many leaks coming out of the American government toward Trump?  What would we have to lose, really?

Rich Hoffman

 CLIFFHANGER RESEARCH & DEVELOPMENT

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The White Cliffs of Dover: Embracing adventure even when its not convenient

It was something that I had always wanted to see so when the opportunity came up to hike the White Cliffs of Dover at the point where France was closest to the United Kingdom I seized it. I knew when I was doing it that it was a unique opportunity not so much for the event in itself, but because my great photographer daughter was with me and was primed for a little adventure that she was feeling deprived of simply due to the realities of adult life.  As a little girl we did this kind of thing all the time, but now we don’t get to see each other in this way very much because we are all busy adults.  We get time together during a typical week to grab a bite to eat or go somewhere into town—but for adventures where we get to chase dreams, ideas, and the specter of “big thinking” there just aren’t many opportunities that allow for such things as grown-ups living different lives and raising families of their own.  When my kids were little I was able to set the pace because I was the parent, now they are parents of their own and have spouses who have things they want to do and see so things get pretty complicated sometimes just to do simple things together.  But, here my oldest daughter and I were in England together and everyone but us were tired from our previous visit to Dover Castle where the February temperature had dropped and a bank of cloudy fog had moved in choking off the rays of the sun into a dreary canopy that was freezing the other members of our group.  But my daughter—the professional photographer that she is couldn’t resist to get some shots for her portfolio that included the nearby cliffs, but also the light of the deep fog bank.  So we left our other members at the car and went for what we thought would be a 30 minute walk. We didn’t return until two and a half hours later.  Here is a shortened video version of our hike down to the beach of the White Cliffs of Dover.

We were able to see our destination before the heavy fog rolled in so we had an idea where we were going before we really committed to the area. What surprised me was how vast everything was, because in England most things especially in the cities were so small.  But they had built a nice park that reminded me of the kind in America where you could literally walk all day doing major hiking.  In that regard we were unprepared as we started off and discovered the ferry link to France far below our feet which was transporting enormous amounts of cargo and large trucks over to the European mainland.  Next to that was the English Channel looking very sinister in the cold of the day with the fog licking its surface and building up against the cliffs like a crowd waiting to get into a rock concert—anxious and frustrated—and thick.   My daughter and I wanted to get down to the beach which was around 350 feet below to 300 feet and part of the trail system had a means of getting down there with a series of steps and ladders.  So we were headed in that direction when the fog rolled in and took away all our visual reference points of the vast land.

It was easy to see why it was hard to invade England at this point, which was closest to the European mainland. For eight miles these cliffs faced their rivals over the centuries and fog like the one we were experiencing further frustrated such efforts.  The advantage was certainly in favor of the English under any armed attack—which is why one of the biggest castles in all of Europe was there at Dover.  What should have been a 30 minute walk turned out to be several hours because once you get atop of those cliffs and start walking east, they just go on and on.  The trail system was good, but there weren’t signs to say exactly where you were, you had to follow a map, and again, the fog took away our visual references.  So after a lot of walking and passing up the narrow corridor down to the beach a few times, we eventually found it.  At one point in the video I held my camera over the edge to record how far down it was to the beach and the jagged rocks below.  I am particularly proud of that shot not just because it showed the obvious danger of the cliffs.  We were able to walk right to the edge of them and look over, which was dangerous because everything was slippery from the constant dew that was on everything all the time.  But honestly, my new iPhone 7 Plus has a steadycam feature that made that shot possible.  Just a few years ago an over the edge shot like that would have been too jittery to really see what was going on as such a small camera would shake all over the place—even your heartbeat would move the camera looking over such a vast crevasse.  But with the new iPhone, the shot was easy which made recording such a thing so much more achievable spontaneously, which is what this little hike was all about.

Once we found the way down, we worked our way through to find eventually that the entire path had been washed out and destroyed by the erosion from above. A large rock had fallen and taken out the bridge that led over to the ladder which dropped everyone the additional forty feet down to the beach.  So we stopped there and took our pictures and soaked up the moment. We had been walking around for an hour and a half just to get to that point and knew it would take a while to get back, and that the rest of our family was waiting for us with a newborn baby.  But for that moment we didn’t worry about it.  We were just a dad and daughter relishing an adventure that comes so seldom.   We  embraced the moment without regret.  As we were looking at the ocean a little seal came up to the beach then retreated to the deep water again.  It was a nice moment.

We returned to the car an hour later to find our family patiently waiting. We were covered in sweat and chalk from the cliffs as we had to climb back up and out.  We had walked five miles and we felt it, especially the nearly vertical climb back up from the beach. And that moment became one for the record books.  We won’t ever forget it because it was a fine example of the benefit of spontaneity.  I have a reputation in my family of getting the most out of unplanned circumstances.  I’m not one that likes to plan things out with too much detail because I don’t want to miss the hidden opportunities that might come up while exploring something.  So I typically have a rough idea of what I want to do then improvise as I’m doing it adjusting to the situation as it presents itself.  But adulthood is all about schedules and deadlines, so it can be tricky business to live the way I do and most adults don’t enjoy it.  However, I raised my daughters with that kind of thinking so they crave it all the time—and most of the time are disappointed by the realities of life that does require plans and forethought.  Personally, it would have been easier to stay in the car and do something more conventionally, especially after exploring the castle at Dover.  But the opportunity was there so it’s good to take it when you can.  Many times, the best things in life come when we don’t see them or plan for them.  And that little moment in time with my oldest daughter was very special and a natural outgrowth of the spirit of adventure.  By the time we returned to the car, we had both grown a little from the experience and the exhaustion that often comes with doing things outside of one’s comfort zones carried us to a new level that defies explanation—but it sure makes you sleep well at night.

Rich Hoffman

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

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

A wonderful ending to a great meal at Restaurant Gordon Ramsay in London @GordonRamsay pic.twitter.com/wmKB7T15PW

— Rich Hoffman (@overmanwarrior) February 17, 2017

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rich Hoffman

 CLIFFHANGER RESEARCH & DEVELOPMENT

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rich Hoffman

 CLIFFHANGER RESEARCH & DEVELOPMENT

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The Canterbury Cathedral: A step on the way to eternity

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rich Hoffman

 CLIFFHANGER RESEARCH & DEVELOPMENT

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The Battlefield of Canterbury: Sex, Chess, and Empires

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rich Hoffman

 CLIFFHANGER RESEARCH & DEVELOPMENT

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