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August 20, 2014
Abraham Lincoln and the Giant Lost Race: A Niagara Falls speech peering into a forgotten time
The only types of people who still insist that there was not once a race of giants living in North America and acknowledge that the Indians were simply second-hander primitive types are of the same type knuckle dragging louses that history has witnessed trying to erase knowledge for millennia. Indians were a culture reflective of their philosophic care where civilization for them had regressed, not advanced—and those same louses advance the modern theory that the Indian should be held sacred and in high regard. They say these things as an agenda driven scam both religious and political to secure their place among the rulers over the ruled and to do so they must weaken the human race instead of strengthening it. People who will look at the evidence presented, CLICK HERE FOR REVIEW and still advance theories that the earth is only five thousand years old, or that a rock where fathers sacrificed their sons is somehow sacred are the same foolish souls who have regressed our knowledge of the modern-day for the same reasons.
Those same giants for a time in American history where well-known and talked about openly by the learned—by those who were paying attention to the evidence being dug up out of the earthen mounds in Ohio, Kentucky, Indiana and Illinois. One of those people was Abraham Lincoln who toured many of the earth works created by the Mound Building culture as a young congressman and learned of the giant race buried within many of them. Lincoln was a self-taught man and was one of the few presidents who were not part of the Masonic order—although he did plan to join once he left presidential office. So his opinion of history was untainted by commitment to some religious or political order and was driven by observed fact. While touring the Niagara Falls area he said of their natural wonder reminiscing about the previous race of giants that inhabited North America the following:
Niagara-Falls! By what mysterious power is it that millions and millions, are drawn from all parts of the world, to gaze upon Niagara Falls? There is no mystery about the thing itself. Every effect is just such as any intelligent man knowing the causes, would anticipate, without [seeing] it. If the water moving onward in a great river, reaches a point where there is a perpendicular jog, of a hundred feet in descent, in the bottom of the river,—it is plain the water will have a violent and continuous plunge at that point. It is also plain the water, thus plunging, will foam, and roar, and send up a mist, continuously, in which last, during sunshine, there will be perpetual rain-bows. The mere physical of Niagara Falls is only this. Yet this is really a very small part of that world’s wonder. Its power to excite reflection, and emotion, is its great charm. The geologist will demonstrate that the plunge, or fall, was once at Lake Ontario, and has worn its way back to its present position; he will ascertain how fast it is wearing now, and so get a basis for determining how long it has been wearing back from Lake Ontario, and finally demonstrate by it that this world is at least fourteen thousand years old. A philosopher of a slightly different turn will say Niagara Falls is only the lip of the basin out of which pours all the surplus water which rains down on two or three hundred thousand square miles of the earth’s surface. He will estimate with approximate accuracy that five hundred thousand tons of water, falls with its full weight, a distance of a hundred feet each minute—thus exerting a force equal to the lifting of the same weight, through the same space, in the same time. And then the further reflection comes that this vast amount of water, constantly pouring down, is supplied by an equal amount constantly lifted up, by the sun; and still he says, “If this much is lifted up, for this one space of two or three hundred thousand square miles, an equal amount must be lifted for every other equal space, and he is overwhelmed in the contemplation of the vast power the sun is constantly exerting in quiet, noiseless operation of lifting water up to be rained down again.
But still there is more. It calls up the indefinite past. When Columbus first sought this continent—when Christ suffered on the cross—when Moses led Israel through the Red-Sea—nay, even, when Adam first came from the hand of his Maker—then as now, Niagara was roaring here. The eyes of that species of extinct giants, whose bones fill the mounds of America, have gazed on Niagara, as ours do now. Contemporary with the whole race of men, and older than the first man, Niagara is strong, and fresh to-day as ten thousand years ago. The Mammoth and Mastodon—now so long dead, that fragments of their monstrous bones, alone testify, that they ever lived, have gazed on Niagara. In that long—long time, never still for a single moment. Never dried, never froze, never slept, never rested,
http://quod.lib.umich.edu/l/lincoln/lincoln2/1:6?rgn=div1;view=fulltext
Like the Indians compared to that race there are segments of our modern society who would rather adhere to superstition, ignorance, and blind commitment to religious doctrine than to face the facts of presented evidence. They do so to protect their minds from the enormity of the implication that their version of history needs adjusting to encompass new discoveries. Instead they have sought to edit history of those things which they do not desire to know and that has taken us to the precipice of destruction.
To read how Lincoln wrote about that ancient race—so openly as if he were talking about who would win a baseball game or discussing Fantasy Football picks is a clear insight into the types of things that were believed in his day. Modern revisionists point to such a saying and declare that Lincoln was a victim of hucksterism. Many to this day claim that the theories of giants in North America have been “debunked” as a hoax and that what Lincoln and others were witnessing were special effects created by some creative craftsman or that the bones were misidentified. These are the same people who today believe that the IRS is not covering up their evidence of a major scandal or that public schools don’t lie, cheat and steal to pass school levies. The path for those people is into the void of human achievement destined to become the next conquered Indian living in a hut of government housing looking for a hand-out from somebody else.
Those insistent that there were no giants living in America well before there was even a Holy Bible are kidding themselves with wanted ignorance. But Lincoln was not so presumptuous to build his career off federal grants which moved his mouth like a marionette to say whatever it was the government wished to propose as fact. Among those lines of dialogue were that the Indians lived in America as “Natives” and that they crossed the land bridge from Russia into Alaska some tens of thousands of years ago and that Columbus discovered America.
History however is filled with many records proving that the last to know of America during a time a few centuries before the arrival of Columbus was Europe. Everyone else seemed to know about the world beyond the Atlantic and Pacific Ocean. It may be extremely possible that the cradle of civilization was not Mesopotamia, but America and that time has withered away the last remnants of the earthen mounds at a much higher rate of erosion than the stone of the Middle East erasing the evidence as it has in Lexington, Kentucky. That race of giants who inhabited North America may have in fact been to a more advanced culture what the Indians were to the giants—a regressing people marching backwards instead of the other way around.
Lincoln and the other presidents of his day and before were not so ignorant to assume that North America sat uncharted and uninhabited for centuries just because some European ruler had not yet laid claim to it—until Spain did in 1492. They knew that the propensity of chance favored many civilizations that would stand and look at Niagara Falls before his own eyes had—and that they shared with him a fate that the philosophy of America hoped to avoid. There is always a risk of extinction if the wrong mentalities for a society are adopted. And for Lincoln there was never a question of an ancient race in America that stood in his spot looking at the same raging water centuries before he had—it was whether America would meet the same fate as they. It is there that the knuckle-draggers hope to hide such extinctions from their minds so to avoid the reckless direction of their present philosophy. It helps them to avoid knowing that North America’s extinct races of people were not caused by the creation of America—but by adopting the wrong philosophies that would fail to carry them through the millennia. It is there that the motive for historical revision is most pronounced. It’s not that they can argue against Lincoln’s beliefs of an ancient race—it is in desiring to avoid seeing a similar course plotted by today’s intellectual on a trajectory toward the same cliff of doom where extinction is promised unavoidably.
Rich Hoffman
August 19, 2014
The Mystery of Mt. Brilliant: Archaeological evidence of an ancient city under modern day Lexington, Kentucky
Reports were coming in from all over the strange new land of America that similar to the ruins of Greece and Rome, this new world had watched many cultures rise and fall. A mysterious people called Indians were presently occupying the west relative to Washington City where Thomas Jefferson was president and very curious about the history that lay beyond sight. Staving off an attempt by his former vice-president to split the union Jefferson had ordered the arrest of Aaron Burr and his financier the Illuminati member Harman Blennerhassett. Blennerhassett a lover of the occult built his home in the middle of the earthen mounds of his fascination in Marietta, and the various structures in West Virginia likely sought protective council during the winter solstice of 1806 in a graveyard of buried giants that had resided undisturbed before being destroyed by the building of Augusta, Kentucky. Among his beliefs was that the spirit of the ancients might answer his desperate call. There is a belief within some of these cult groups that such ancient locations beheld magical properties and could draw on the spirits of the dead to assist with the living—if the proper sacrifices to the proper gods were made. In association with the lost race of Augusta Giants which Blennerhassett knew of for his mysterious summit with destiny was the 1783 reports coming in from Thomas Ashe from his 1806 book Travels in America. In that book came the report of an ancient race of people who had settled in the area where Lexington was being built and the ruins there dwarfed much of what was being discovered in and around Ohio. Click to review a previous article on this topic for a proper back story.
To find the center of the ancient Lexington city it is fairly easy if you know what you are looking for. For those familiar with Lexington simply get off the highway exit that delivers you to the Kentucky Horse Park. Instead of turning in, proceed down Iron Works Pike road for a few miles until you arrive at the store Jot-Em Down. Turn left onto Russell Cave Road. When you arrive at the gate to the destroyed Mt Brilliant mansion you will be there. It was on this property that some of the largest and most organized mounds aligned in a similar way as to the Newark earthworks near Columbus, Ohio once stood. The site on the Mt. Brilliant property first reported by the traveler Thomas Ashe chronicled in the 1872 book by George W. Ranck breaks down the precise measurements as they were before construction and farming destroyed them entirely. But that’s not all, the site was vast extending from the location 6 miles north-east of the downtown area to areas dotting all around the core of the current city. It is difficult now to know how many homes were built through the burial remains of these ancient dwellers, but the account according to Ranck’s book is that it was numerous saying “These well-attested facts, together with the tradition related to this day of an extensive cave existing under the city of Lexington, relieve of its improbable air the statement that a subterranean cemetery of the original inhabitants of this place was discovered here nearly a century ago. In 1776, three years before the first permanent white settlement was made at Lexington, some venturesome hunters, most probably from Boonesborough, had their curiosity excited by the strange appearance of some stones they saw in the woods where our city now stands. They removed these stones, and came to others of peculiar workmanship, which, upon examination, they found had been placed there to conceal the entrance to an ancient catacomb, formed in the solid rock, fifteen feet below the surface of the earth. They discovered that a gradual descent from the opening brought them to a passage, four feet wide and seven feet high, leading into a spacious apartment, in which were numerous niches, which they were amazed to find occupied by bodies which, from their perfect state of preservation, had evidently been embalmed. For six years succeeding this discovery, the region in which this catacomb was located, was visited by bands of raging Indians and avenging whites; and during this period of blood and passion, the catacomb was dispelled, and its ancient mummies, probably the rarest remains of a forgotten era that man has ever seen, were well nigh swept out of existence. But not entirely. Some years after the red men and the settlers had ceased hostilities; the old sepulcher was again visited and inspected. It was found to be three hundred feet long, one hundred feet wide, and eighteen feet high. The floor was covered with rubbish and fine dust, from which was extracted several sound fragments of human limbs. At this time the entrance to this underground cemetery of Ancient Lexington is totally unknown. For nearly three-quarters of a century, its silent chamber has not echoed to a human footfall. It is hidden from sight, as effectually as was once buried Pompeii, and even the idea that it ever existed is laughed at by those who walk over it, as heedless of its near presence as were the generations of incredulous peasants who unconsciously danced above the long-lost villa of Diomedes”
But the heart of this ancient city, its cultural epitaph was on the location of the present day Mt. Brilliant site. For those who know anything about horses and thoroughbred racing the current owner of the Mt. Brilliant property owns the nearby stud barn of Man o’ War who won all but one of his 21 lifetime starts—which is a remarkable accomplishment. That stud barn is right in the middle of this ancient archaeological site of ancient earthworks. Of course farming and construction have all but destroyed all the present day evidence—and if not for the books by Thomas Ashe and George W. Ranck there would be no evidence at all. The closest that history has come to indicating anything at all was amiss in the area were that the Indians in the area were terrified of Kentucky land—as chronicled in the novels by Allan W Eckert. The Indians would hunt in the area, but they never settled a tribe there, and one of their early arguments with the arrival of the white settlers was that the whites did not respect that land as the Indians did. The whites had no fear of the spirits which resided there—as they did fear those ephemeral entities. Their reason was that they viewed the Lexington, Kentucky area as a “dark and bloody ground.” It was a shadow-land to the Indians. In 1800, some Sacs who were in St. Louis said of Kentucky that it was full of the souls of a strange race which their people had long ago exterminated. They regarded this land with superstitious awe. Here they hunted and here they fought, but no tribe was ever known to settle permanently in it.” The eradication of the evidence of that ancient people started in 1774 when Thomas Jefferson granted 2,000 acres of land north of the Kentucky River to William Russell in recognition of his brother Henry’s outstanding military service in the French and Indian War.
The land was eventually divided between William’s two youngest sons, Robert Spotswood Russell and William Russell, Jr. Shortly after the end of the Revolutionary War, young William laid claim to the smaller portion (800 acres) so he could enjoy the mystical cave and ever-flowing spring that add an enchanting ambiance to what is now known as Mt. Brilliant. Russell chose the name to commemorate the Virginia estate of Patrick Henry’s family.
In 1792, Russell built the central portion of the house. Cuming remarked in his 1807 book, “Tour of the West”, that Mt. Brilliant, surrounded by a wall with turrets at each end, lacked “only the vineyards” in its similarity to the French Provincial regions of Languedoc and Provence.
Russell died in 1824 and his heirs sold Mt. Brilliant in 1863. In 1832, Mount Brilliant passed to Hamilton Atchison Jr. The historical connection here is the relation to David Rice Atchison, “President for a Day” between Presidents James Polk and Zachary Taylor, who often visited his cousins at Mount Brilliant. A Lexington native and 1825 graduate of Transylvania, Atchison moved to Missouri and later Kansas. He was a U.S. senator and an organizer of the Atchison-Topeka and Santa Fe Railway Mount Brilliant was sold in 1861 to Thomas Hughes, who later owned historical Elk Hill and Clifton. Arthur Delong acquired Mount Brilliant in 1891, until 1905 when it was purchased by James Ben Ali Haggin. The Haggin family owned the farm for the next 85 years, and it became a fixture in the Kentucky political and social scene in the 20th Century.
In fact, it was at a political rally held at Russell Cave, which lays on the Mt. Brilliant property, that the infamous duel between abolitionist Cassius Clay and Samuel M. Brown took place. Clay, Henry Clay’s cousin, was saved by a stroke of astonishing fortune when the bullet aimed directly for his heart ricocheted off the silver-lined sheath of his Bowie knife. Samuel Brown was in fact a hired assassin sent to kill Clay for his insistence that slavery be banned. It was in that very same cave on the Mt Brilliant property that many escaped slaves hid while on their journey north into Cincinnati. But the cave has a much deeper—and mystical quality that points back to the politics of the day. After all, it is more than a little intriguing that a political rally for which the Clay, Brown duel occurred was in a cave when a perfectly good mansion was available just a few hundred feet away above the creek bed.
Feel free to read more about this history at these links:
http://mtbrilliant.com/about/history
http://haggin.org/Mount.Brilliant.History.html
http://www.theconspiracyzone.org/posts/27710
http://www.mcguiresplace.net/Discovery/
Let us now study what was around that cave on the Mt Brilliant property as described in 1872 by George Washington Ranck. I include it here as I have looked for a hard copy of the book but only know of the scanned online copy by Cornell University. Should fortunes change and documentation of such resources online cease—a proper record of the evidence is necessary. It may also be desired to perform some archaeology if the owner would permit it. In the cave, bones were found of these ancient people and has been the site of many turbulent events since. There are few caves in the world that have hosted such a variety of characters as that of Russell Cave, but spelunking is not the most comfortable. Much of it is flooded so trudging through the cold water to the locations where archaeology could be properly performed will take some effort and discomfort. But it is there and only there that the ancient race of people can ever hope to be ascertained, as all the remnants of what is described below has been destroyed except for the text you are about to read. Of that text I have performed some basic editing to make it more digestible. The pictures included I deliberately kept the property of Mt. Brilliant out of the pictures to respect the owners privacy. Only the cave area is zoomed in on due to the historical significance of it. The wide pan shot is of the area described below. The elements described below used to be sprawled out within the picture frame and were quite large. If anything still remains, it would be difficult to detect due to 200 years of aggressive use of the land, and modern construction along with farming. The original text can be found at the concluding link
“Some months after he had examined and described the fortification at the head of Hickman creek, Prof. Eafinesque surveyed the upper group on North Elkhorn, near Russell’s cave, or what is now known as the West place. We quote his description of it, which will be read with more and more interest and wonder as time passes, and slowly but surely levels with the earth and blots out forever all that is left to remind us of a lost race, whose stupendous structures covered the fertile tract which afterward became the favorite hunting ground of savage tribes. He says: “I visited this upper group of monuments, a few days ago, in company with two gentlemen of Lexington. They are situated about six miles from this town, in a north-northeast direction, on the west and back part of Colonel Russell’s farm, which stands on the road leading from Lexington to Cynthiana. “The ground on which they stand is a beautiful level spot, covered with young trees and short grass, or line turf, on the south side of a bend of North Elkhorn creek, nearly opposite the mouth, and close by Hamilton’s farm and spring, which lie west of them. They extend as far as Russell’s cave, on the east side of the Cynthiana road. “No. 1, which stands nearly in the center, is a circular enclosure, six hundred feet in circumference, formed of four parts : 1. A broad circular parapet, now about twenty feet broad, and two feet high. 2. An inward ditch, now very shallow and nearly on a level with the outward ground. 3. A gateway, lying due north, raised above the ditch, about fifteen feet broad, and leading to the central area. 4. A square central area, raised nearly three feet above the ditch, perfectly square and level, each side seventy feet long and facing the four cardinal points. ” No. 2 lies northeast of No. 1, at about two hundred and fifty feet distance; it is a regular, circular, convex mound, one hundred and seventy-five feet in circumference, and nearly four feet high, surrounded by a small outward ditch. ” No. 3 lies nearly north of No. 1, and at about two hundred and fifty feet distance from No. 2. It is a singular and complicated monument, of an irregular square form, nearly conical, or narrower at the upper end, facing the creek. It consists: 1. Of a high and broad parapet, about one hundred feet long and more than five feet high, as yet, above the inward ditch on the south base, which is about seventy-five feet long. 2. Of an inside ditch. 3. Of an area of the same form with the outward parapet, but rather uneven. 4. Of an obsolete broad gateway at the upper west side. 5. Of an irregular raised platform, connected with the outward parapet, and extending toward the north to connect it with several mounds. 6.
Of three small mounds, about fifty feet in circumference, and two feet high, standing irregularly around that platform, two on the west side and one on the east. ” No. 4. These are two large sunken mounds, connected with No. 3. One of them stands at the upper end of the platform, and is sunk in an outward circular ditch, about two hundred and fifty feet in circumference, and two feet deep. The mound, which is perfectly round and convex, is only two feet high, and appears sunk in the ditch. Another similar mound stands in a corn-field, connected by a long raised way to the upper east end of the parapet in No. 3. “No. 5 is a monument of an oblong square form, consisting of the four usual parts of a parapet, an inward ditch, a central area, and a gateway. This last stands nearly opposite the gateway of No. 3, at about one hundred and twenty-five feet distance, and leads over the ditch to the central area. The whole outward circumference of the parapet is about four hundred and forty feet. The longest side fronts the southwest and northeast, and is one hundred and twenty feet long, while the shortest is one hundred feet long. The central area is level, and has exactly half the dimensions of the parapet, being sixty feet long and fifty wide. It is raised two or three feet as well as the parapet. The end opposite the gateway is not far from Hamilton’s spring. “Now to No. 6 is a mound without a ditch, one hundred and ninety feet in circumference, and five feet high. It lies nearly west from No. 1. “No. 7 is a stone mound, on the east side of Russell’s spring, and on the brim of the gully. It lies east from the other monuments and more than half a mile distant. It is ten feet high and one hundred and seventy-five feet in circumference, being formed altogether by loose stones heaped together, but now covered with a thin soil of stone and grass. “No. 8 is a similar stone mound, but rather smaller, lying north of number. 7, at the confluence of Russell’s spring with North Elkhorn. “Among the principal peculiarities, which I have noticed in this .group of monuments, the square area of No. 1, enclosed within a circular ditch and parapet, is very interesting, since it exhibits’ a new compound geometrical form of building. The ditch must have been much deeper once, and the parapet, with the area, much higher; since, during the many centuries which have elapsed over these monuments, the rains, dust, decayed plants, and trees must have gradually filled the ditch, etc. I was told by Mr. Martin that within his recollection, or about twenty-five years ago, the ditch in the monument at the head of Hickman’s creek was at least one foot deeper. “Whenever we find central and separated areas in the Alleghawian monuments, we must suppose they were intended for the real places of worship and sacrifices, where only the priests and chiefs were admitted, while the crowd stood probably on the parapet to look on; and, in fact, these parapets are generally convex and sloping inward or toward the central area. “The ditched mound, No. 2, is remarkable, and must have had a peculiar destination, like the sunken mounds. No. 4, which differ from No. 2 merely by being much lower, and appearing, therefore, almost sunk in the ditch. “The stone mounds, Nos. 7 and 8, are also peculiar and evidently sepulchral. But why were the dead bodies covered here with stone instead of earth? Perhaps these mounds belonged to different tribes, or the conveniency of finding stones, in the rocky neighborhood of Russell’s cave and spring, may have been an inducement for employing them.” Some of these mounds described by Rafinesque were visited in 1846, and found to be nearly obliterated ; others, however, near the dividing line between the old military survey of Dandridge and Meredith, were still distinct, and were described in 1847 as follows: ” The most easterly work is on the estate of C. C. Moore. It is on the top of a high bluff, on the west side of Elkhorn, in the midst of a very thick growth, mostly of sugar trees, the area within a deep and broad circular ditch is about a quarter of an acre of land. The ditch is still deep enough in some places to hide a man on horseback. The dirt taken from, the ditch is thrown outward; and there is a gateway where the ditch was never dug, some ten feet wide on the north side of the circle. Trees several hundred years old are growing on the bank and in the bottom of the ditch and over the area which it encloses, and the whole region about it. There is another work a quarter of a mile west of the above one. It commences on the Meredith estate and runs over on the Cabells’ Dale property, and contains about ten acres of land. The shape of the area is not unlike that of the moon when about two-thirds full. The dirt from the ditch inclosing this area is thrown sometimes out, sometimes in, and sometimes both ways. An ash tree was cut down in the summer of 1845, which stood upon the brink of this ditch, which, upon being examined, proved to be four hundred years old. The ditch is still perfectly distinct throughout its whole extent, and in some places is so deep and steep as to be dangerous to pass with a carriage. A mound connected with this same chain of works was opened in the summer of 1871. It is situated about half a mile west of the earthwork already described as on top of the bluff, and about a quarter of a mile north of the larger oval one. It is on the farm of Mr. James Fisher, adjoining the plantation on which Dr. Eobert Peter at present resides, and is part of the old Meredith property before mentioned.
The mound has a diameter of about seventy feet, and rises with a regular swell in the center to the height of three and a half to four feet above the general level of the valley pasture on which it is located, only about fifteen feet above low water in the North Elkhorn creek, and about three hundred and twenty-five feet south from its margin. Mr. Fisher made an excavation into the center of this mound about four to five feet in diameter and about three and a half feet deep, in which, in a bed of wood-ashes containing charred fragments of small wood, he found a number of interesting copper, flint, bone, and other relics of the ancient Mound Builders, which were carefully packed by Dr. Robert Peter (who resides on the adjoining Meredith farm), and transmitted to the Smithsonian Institute, at “Washington, for preservation. The copper articles were five in number; three of which were irregularly oblong-square implements or ornaments, about four inches in length and two and one-eighth to three and three-quarter inches wide and one-quarter inch thick at lower end (varying somewhat in size, shape, and thickness); each with two curved horns attached to the corners of one end, which is wider and thinner than the other end. These were evidently made of native copper, by hammering, are irregular in thickness and rude in workmanship, and have been greatly corroded in the Japseof time, so that they not only have upon them a thick coating of green carbonate and red oxide of copper, but the carbonate had cemented these articles, with adjoining flint arrow-heads, pieces of charcoal, etc., into one cohering mass, in the bed of ashes, etc., in which they were found lying irregularly one upon the other. The other two copper implements were axes or hatchets; one nearly six inches long, the other nearly four inches; each somewhat adze-shaped wider at one end, which end had a sharp cutting edge. With these were found nearly a peck of flint arrow-heads, all splintered and broken, as by the action of fire; also, three hemispherical polished pieces of red hematitic iron ore about two inches in diameter; some door-button shaped pieces of limestone, each perforated with two holes; several pieces of sandstone, which seemed to have been used for grinding and polishing purposes; and many fragments of bones of animals, mostly parts of ribs, which appeared to have been ground or shaped ; among which was one, blackened by fire, which seemed to have been part of a handle of a dagger; also, some fragments of pottery, etc. The fragments of charcoal, lying near the copper articles, were saturated with carbonate of copper, resulting from the oxidation of the copper articles, parts of which were oxidized to the center, although a quarter of an inch in thickness; and many pieces of this coal and portions of flint arrow-heads remain strongly cemented to the copper implements by this carbonate. To what uses these rude, oblong- square horned copper articles were put, except for ornament, cannot be conjectured. No inscription or significant murk was found on any of them. No human bones could be distinguished among the fragments found, but only the immediate center of the mound was opened. The citizens of Lexington may, in truth, muse among the ancient ruins and awe-inspiring relics of a once mighty people. “Who and what were the beings who fought with these weapons, ate from these vessels, built these tombs and mounds and altars, and slept at last in this now concealed catacomb? Where existed that strange nation, whose grand chain of works seemed to have Lexington for its nucleus and center? We can only speculate! One inclines to the opinion that they were contemporaries of the hardy Picts. Another declares them identical with the Alleghawians or progenitors of the Aztecs, and cites as proof, the remains of their temples, which are declared to be wonderfully similar to those of the ancient Mexicans described by Baron Humboldt. The earthen vessels here plowed up from the virgin soil, he says, were like those used by the Alleghawians for cooking purposes. Still another writer, dwelling upon the mummies here discovered, sees in the original inhabitants of Lexington, a people descended from the Egyptians. Other authors, eminent and learned, almost without number, have discussed this subject, but their views are as conflicting as those already mentioned, and nothing is satisfactory, except the negative assurance that the real first settlers of Lexington, the State of Kentucky, and the entire Mississippi valley, were not the American Indians, as no Indian nation has ever built walled cities, defended by entrenchments, or buried their dead in sepulchers hewn in the solid rock. “Who, then, were these mysterious beings?
From whence did they come? What were the forms of their religion and government? Are questions that will probably never be solved by mortal man; but that they lived and flourished centuries before the Indian who can doubt? Where they erected their Cyclopean temples and cities, with no vision of the red men who would come after them, and chase the deer and the buffalo over their leveled and grass-covered walls. Here they lived, and labored, and died, before Columbus had planted the standard of old Spain upon the shores of a new world; while Gaul, and Britain, and Germany were occupied by roving tribes of barbarians, and, it may be, long before imperial Rome had reached the height of her glory and splendor. But they had no literature, and when they died they were utterly forgotten. They may have been a great people, but it is all the same to those who came if they were not, for their greatness was never recorded. Their history was never written not a letter of their language remains, and even their name is forgotten. They trusted in the mighty works of their hands, and now, indeed, are they a dead nation and a lost race. The ancient city which stood where Lexington now stands, has vanished like a dream, and vanished forever. Another has well said: “Hector and Achilles, though mere barbarians, live because sung by Homer. Grermanicus lives as the historian himself said, because narrated by Tacitus; but these builders of mounds perish because no Homerarid no Tacitus has told of them. It is the spirit only, which, by the pen, can build immortal monuments.” It is a favorite theory of many that the Indians of North America migrated from Asia; that the once noble race, which has almost melted away, was descended from the ten tribes of Israel which were driven from Palestine seven hundred years before the birth of Christ. But this is a theory only. The advent of the Indians and the stock from which they sprung will never be determined; but that they came after the “Mound Builders” is evident. The appearance of the Indians was the death-knell of that doomed race whose rich and beautiful lands and spoil-gorged cities inflamed the desperate and destitute invaders. The numerous tumuli which yet remain attest the fierceness of the conflict which ensued. A great people were swept out of existence, their cities disappeared, the grass grew above them, and in time the forests.”
https://archive.org/stream/cu31924028845993/cu31924028845993_djvu.txt
Avid readers of the day like Thomas Jefferson and the Illuminati practitioner Harman Blennerhassett knew of Thomas Ashe’s book from his Travels in America—which wasn’t published until 1806, but word of its contents were spreading as Ashe visited taverns and allowed listeners to know the contents of his manuscripts. Ashe was the third son of a half-pay officer, and was born at Glasnevin, near Dublin, 15 July 1770. He received a commission in the 83rd regiment of foot, which, however, was almost immediately afterwards disbanded; and he was sent to a counting-house at Bordeaux. There he suffered a short imprisonment for wounding in a duel a gentleman whose sister he had seduced, but, the wound not proving fatal, the prosecution was not persisted in.
Returning to Dublin, Ashe was appointed secretary to the Diocesan and Endowed Schools Commission, but, getting into debt, resigned his office and retired to Switzerland. He then spent several years in foreign travel, living, according to his own account,[1] in a free and unconstrained fashion, and experiencing a somewhat chequered fortune.
In his later years Ashe was short of money. He died at Bath on 17 December 1835.
Besides recording in his Memoirs his impressions of the countries he visited, Ashe published separately:
Travels in America in 1806, 1808;
Memoirs of Mammoth and other Bones found in the vicinity of the Ohio, 1806; and
A Commercial and Geographical Sketch of Brazil and Madeira, 1812.
He was also the author of novels, including the Spirit of the Book, 1811, 4th edition 1812; the Liberal Critic, or Henry Percy, 1812: and the Soldier of Fortune, 1816.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_Ashe_(writer)
The skeptic might be reluctant to believe in Ashe’s accounts of an ancient Lexington, and I might too if I did not know that a housing development nearly bulldozed the ancient city of Cahokia outside of St. Louis mistaking the mounds there as simple hills. If nobody had put a stop to the process during construction of the St Louis eastside, Monks Mound would have been leveled as well and the bones within the mounds destroyed nearly unnoticed under the trampling of machinery. In Lexington, with the violent past it had and history with Transylvania added to the complicated history making legitimate archaeological study of the area nearly impossible. Transylvania, or the Transylvania Colony, was a short-lived, extra-legal colony founded in 1775 by Richard Henderson, who controlled the North Carolina based Transylvania Company, which had reached an agreement to purchase the land from the Cherokee in the “Treaty of Sycamore Shoals”. This area was claimed at the time by the Province of Virginia —especially following Lord Dunmore’s War —and North Carolina. It is primarily located in what is now the central and western parts of the State of Kentucky. American pioneer Daniel Boone was hired by Henderson to establish the Wilderness Road going through the Cumberland Gap into central “Kentuckee”, where he founded Boonesborough, the designated capital of the Transylvania colony. Transylvania officially ceased to exist after the Virginia General Assembly invalidated the Transylvania Company’s purchase in 1776. Richard Henderson fancied the start of his own colony prior to the Revolutionary War. If he had succeeded it would have been a 14th colony. So there was some recklessness in the building of Lexington as ownership changed hands, Indians continuously attacked, and only blood thirsty soldiers of fortune and those fleeing religious persecution were the first to fill the land plagued with violence. Lexington was erected as a city under forged conditions—and archaeology was not their primary concern.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Transylvania_(colony)
But the Illuminati in America knew what they thought that ancient race was, and they built their secrets around that knowledge attempting to tap into that energy believed to reside around them. It is therefore ironic that the horse racing culture emerged so prominently in Lexington of all places, and that the spirited horses born there have an otherworldly appeal. It is also ironic that politics, the abolitionist movement and many important historic events culminated at that very spot around Russell’s Cave for well over 200 years—but the evidence of those happenings has been carefully obscured—and overlooked. Instead modern society is obsessed with the mansions, the gardens, and the horses of that former ancient society. The spender of elegance has disguised the fact that an entire race of people unknown to time was eradicated at that very spot. With earthworks only rivaling the Newark, Ohio site and Serpent Mound a picture of a vast civilization that lived in the Kentucky and Ohio region well before any Indian hunted with a spear or threw a rock is evident. These were people who mummified their bodies, offered sacrifices on stone alters, and had advanced mathematical knowledge. Their evidence has been confined behind a thin veil of opulence associated with the horse racing culture and the hidden knowledge of secret societies.
The political rally in 1843 where so many prominent politicians and events collected themselves for more than the acoustical qualities of a cave, it was known among them that in such a cave the ancients of that great race dwelled and buried their dead. But being part of a new country these early settlers had no predilection in assuming they were the first to arrive in such a vast landscape. They had no Columbus Day to celebrate, or progressive history in maintaining a history of the African-American or Indian people. They simply hoped to learn from those ancient people what they could as they forged a new country and if you were a good little politician or financial donor you might be invited to that secret Illuminati/Masonic knowledge of those strange people who resided in Lexington Kentucky thousands of years before a white man ever arrived—or an Indian.
http://bowieknifefightsfighters.blogspot.com/2011/03/cassius-clay-sam-brown-fight-eyewitness.html
And so it goes one of the greatest mysteries in the North American continent is buried under the city of Lexington and is only hinted at by the Masonic architecture littering the region, or the artwork at the various mansions around the Lexington horse farms. Knowledge is power, and so long as few people knew of this ancient race, there was unification in that harmonious correspondence with those who were invited to gather in the ancient catacombs of what was left of the great race who originally founded America and were dedicated to the service of freedom for all—even the slaves as Cassius Clay so valiantly defended in the cave’s mouth under the estate of Mt. Brilliant built upon the ruins of a lost race. Lexington was the destruction of a genius lost to history and only known to a few of the most educated and enlightened. But now dear reader—you can count yourselves among them—because you know too the truth long suppressed.
Rich Hoffman
August 18, 2014
The American Amorites: Secrets of the Illuminati stationed on the Ohio River
Well, Blennerhassett placed his house within close proximity to the ancient Serpent Mound just to the west of his location, and many major earthworks in West Virginia and Pennsylvania. Also the Newark earthworks just to the east of Columbus, Ohio were nearby as well and could be reached fairly easily even in those primitive days of travel. The ancient society of Cahokia was just down the river and even though not discovered until the middle of the 20th century, legends of these massive pre-Columbian cities permeated the secret texts of the very learned from Europe. In fact, if you take the summation of beliefs found in The Book of Mormon, the various secret beliefs of the Bavarian Illuminati, the Masonic Lodges, Scientology as well as thousands of little fringe groups espousing a multitude of beliefs—then examine the kind of things that federal grant starved scientists are “withholding” from the public record you get an answer that goes something like what is explained in the below video. Watch closely. You will learn a lot dear reader and will begin to understand why the Illuminati had their eye on Ohio even from the distant castles of Europe.
I have an entire encyclopedia of books that I inherited from my grandmother called The Living Bible Encyclopedia in Story and Pictures published in 1968. She lived deep in the county when I was a kid and when my parents would go on a date night they would drop me off at her house to spend the night which I always enjoyed—because there were always adventures at grandma’s house. I trust older books more than newer ones so when I want to confirm something suspicious I revert back to those old books that I used to pour through when those times arrive. Back then public education wasn’t so progressively militant. It was still very bad, but the agenda driven dialogue had not yet matured. When I first started browsing through those stacks of books the Department of Education had just been formed, so some of the mound building cultures were still taught in Ohio History and other similar classes. So when looking into these claims from many sources that the skeletons of giants found all over America—particularly in Ohio and Kentucky were a society of Amorites I turned to my old books and found a definition of them on page 86 volume 1 of 152. On that page I found a very similar definition as to what I found on Wikipedia which is shown below.
The Amorites (Sumerian MAR.TU, Akkadian Tidnum or Amurrūm, Egyptian Amar, Hebrew אמורי Ĕmōrī, Ancient Greek Αμορίτες) were an ancient Semitic-speaking people[1] from ancient Syria who also occupied large parts of Mesopotamia from the 21st century BC. The term Amurru in Akkadian and Sumerian texts refers to them, as well as to their principal deity.
In the earliest Sumerian sources concerning the Amorites, beginning about 2400 BC, the land of the Amorites (“the Mar.tu land”) is associated not with Mesopotamia but with the lands to the west of the Euphrates, including Canaan and what was to become Syria.
They appear as an uncivilized and nomadic people in early Mesopotamian sources, especially connected with the mountainous region of Jebel Bishri in Syria called the “mountain of the Amorites”. The ethnic terms Amurru and Amar were used for them in Akkadian and Ancient Egyptian respectively. From the 21st century BC, possibly triggered by a long major drought starting about 2200 BC, a large-scale migration of Amorite tribes infiltrated southern Mesopotamia. They were one of the instruments of the downfall of the Sumerian Third Dynasty of Ur, and Amorite dynasties both usurped native Sumero-Akkadian rulers of long extant south Mesopotamian city states (such as Isin, Larsa, Eshnunna and Kish), and also established new city-states, the most famous of which was Babylon, although it was initially a minor and insignificant state.
Known Amorites wrote in a dialect of Akkadian found on tablets at Mari dating from 1800–1750 BC. Since the language shows northwest Semitic forms and constructions, the Amorite language was presumably a northwest Semitic dialect of the Canaanite language group, as opposed to the east Semitic Akkadian language. The main sources for the extremely limited knowledge about Amorite are the proper names, not Akkadian in style, that are preserved in such texts.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amorites
Given a culture that is rumored to have built the Hanging Gardens of Babylon, the Tower of Babel and a number of ancient wonders which are now off-limits to proper scientific research because they are in perpetual war-torn counties like Iraq, Syria, Jordan, Israel, and Iran it is not hard to believe the accounts that the Amorites had the ability to circumnavigate the globe and operated this gigantic trade network out of ports in the Persian Gulf and Mediterranean. There are many modern speculations about the emergence of similar cultures as to what was found in Mesopotamia at the time springing up all over the world and that UFO’s were picking up travelers and hauling them all over the planet to converse with far distant people and settlements—but the logical conclusion is that the Amorites had risen and fell as a technological power and had the ability to reach every corner of the world before a single page of the Bible was ever written.
From my trusted book it says additionally of the Amorites, “They were a very prominent people in pre-Israelitish (sic) days, for it is believed that at one time their kingdom occupied the larger part of Mesopotamia and Syria, with their capital at Aaran. The Mari tablets throw a flood of light on them and it is now thought that Amraphel King of Shinar (Gen. 14:1), was one of their kings. People from the north drove them from this region, causing them to settle in Babylonia, where they brought that entire area under their control, giving to Babylonia one of the richest periods in her history. When after several hundred years, they were defeated by the Hitties, they settled throughout a large portion of Canaan and may even have ruled in Egypt for a time.”
It should then be viewed the movie Lawrence of Arabia to understand how T.E. Lawrence was essentially used by the British government and King Feisal of the Saudi Arabian region to conquer the Middle East from Turkish rule to pave the way for the kind of division that occurs in the Middle East to this day. The ending of that movie about the real life exploits of T.E. Lawrence is quite powerful—and telling. What the English empire wanted was to re-create the nation of Israel against the tide of Islamic rule in the region and they used Lawrence to achieve the task and ease tensions with the natives. The reason would point back to the same type of secret societies operating in England at the time and Bavarian style Illuminati hatched in Germany of which Blennerhassett was so much a part. Of those Illuminati beliefs was that the mounds of Ohio and the American “west” were the far-flung cultures of the Armonites who were in fact the ancestors of the Israelites—the so-called “lost tribe” theory.
As the Armonites fell from power in the Middle East, as all great powers do when their culture collapses against their philosophy, what was left of them ended up around the world particularly in North America where rich copper mines and land without much by way of competing civilizations would allow them to flourish. They were rumored to be a large people of above average height which today might be considered giants and they are what accounts for some of the large graves found around the Ohio valley containing large groups of very tall people. As generations died off and were cut from their homeland in the Middle East their science and technology evaporated from their culture. As the Chinese were also traveling the world in a similar manner they bred with the Amorites and produced the type of people seen today as “Indians.”
Legend fills the secret writings of many societies obsessed with the occult. And for an Illuminati member like Harmon Blennerhassett he was quite happy in the land of legend with a European style home helping to transform the world in the same manner that his descendents would eventually perform in the Middle East during the time of Lawrence just ahead of the Treaty of Versailles. The Illuminati after all were not all bad—they did want freedom for every human being. They wanted to end slavery and empower women. They planned secretly to throw off the chains of European kingship forever and replace it with a New World Order. Their intent was a good one from that perspective. But, where they failed then and continue to fail is that they believe they are the ones who should govern in the place of kings as cultured intellectual beings. They believe in Plato’s Republic that philosopher kings should guide society and that it is they “the illuminated ones” who should provide that service. One of the ways that they stay in control is by suppressing information which is why nobody is teaching this kind of thing about the mound builders in public school. Instead schools teach that the mounds were built by Indians so to give weight to the culture of “Native Americans” and therefore guilt for destroying their race during the creation of America. In this way, America is viewed as a villain that served a strategic purpose for the Illuminati—but once that purpose is filled, people will gladly throw off the nation in favor of something more inclusive to Indians—and fair. The Illuminati after all is on a strategic course with a long vision for the world and are operating in much the same way that the English used the Lawrence of Arabia to conquer the Middle East for the empire. For the Illuminati and high degree Masons, it is the kind of hidden knowledge that helps keep their membership up and gives people something to strive for to learn.
Yet when time ran out on Blennerhassett he resorted to the alchemy of his craft perfected in the Illuminati with a belief that ritual sacrifice of some type might invoke the spirits of the dead to their aid in the real world. So obviously members of the Illuminati were not so “bright.” But it was 1806 after all, and Blennerhassett was on the frontier of a strange new land—so some slack can be given to him for his infantile beliefs. But much of this ancient belief system is coming out in the politics of our day. The New World Order is still playing their games and causing strife with local people so to fulfill a prophesy they believe has been handed down to them from ancient people like the Amorites. Through war, regulation, and emotional strife they attempt to keep their secret hidden just a bit longer—but the essence of their belief is just as stupid as Harman Blennerhassett trying to invoke the spirits of some Kentucky Giants to bring down the walls of Jericho upon the heads of his enemies in hot pursuit of he and Aaron Burr. But what he learned was that those giants were only bones left by a dead civilization suppressed from the public record. And that their culture died of its own accord built by pillars of ultimate ignorance because even though they displayed great mathematics and science—their society still failed. And there is no amount of effort that a secret society or some chants from a blood sacrifice can do to alter history because the ghosts of those people will not be able to help. If they could—they would have helped their own culture instead of just piling up mounds of dirt to appeal to the heavens and the people who left them on earth to begin with. With knowledge as the reference point, it is easy to see that even the dreaded Illuminati in times of crises and direct confrontation are as inept as the ancient Amorites and were only able to flourish as a culture when strife was not part of their society.
Just some things to consider when weighing out the motivations of the current world political movements and their end results. Like the Amorites, their day in the sun has been done for quite a long time. They just don’t know it yet. Their graves are not in Augusta, Kentucky or the Mounds of Ohio, but in the courtrooms and political establishments of America and Europe. They are the living dead—ghosts of their own making.
Rich Hoffman
August 17, 2014
The Giants of Kentucky: Aaron Burr’s insurrection and George Clooney’s rise to power in Augusta
One the night of the winter solstice with this friend Aaron Burr downstream on the Ohio River and his wife and consolidated militia forces gathered from Marietta, Ohio at his palatial home on an island in the middle of the great river, upstream Harman Blennerhassett had bet his aristocratic European fortune on the former Vice-President and lost. Their insurrection had been snuffed out by Thomas Jefferson and now troops sent by the Governor of Ohio were on their way to arrest him forcing him to flee. Soon the entire young country of America would be bearing down on him and there would be no place to go. Being a member of the Bavarian Illuminati and close friends with its founder, Blennerhassett in a last gasp of desperation had heard of the recent discoveries of the secret which his order had been keeping for generations through the Masonic lodges which climbed back into history for thousands of years. General Payne while digging his home in Augusta, Kentucky found an entire grave yard of the ancients laid to rest between Bracken and Locust Creek—under the entire town. A quick ritual might in fact save him with some alchemy and invocation that the spirit of those giants from Kentucky might rise up from the spirit world and give assistance to his fledgling fortune.
If you know anything of such secret societies, this is likely what happened and why Harman Blennerhassett was caught trying to fund an insurrection through Aaron Burr on his island oasis just to the south of Parkersburg, West Virginia. The giants of Kentucky had just been discovered while building Augusta just southeast of Cincinnati on the Ohio River and as it was known then, and now, the corridor of the Ohio River extending from the shores of Pittsburg to the ancient city of Cahokia outside of St Louis was a haven of occult activity. It was in this region that the monstrous terrorists of Point Pleasant, West Virginia haunted the entire town and where the Bird Man god presided over 30,000 ancient people with ritual sacrifice at Cahokia. Roaming Northern Kentucky well before the tallest, and oldest trees of that region were even saplings, giants inhabited the area before any Indians had formed up from China to create the nomadic people attributed as Native Americans. To review the kind of beliefs that Masons and Illuminati members have read the link below. I know a lot of Masons—all of them think of themselves as “men of God” and that their order is a good one. But not a single person has been able to dispute the history and rituals described in the articles starting with the one below and backtracking the links on a journey into the occult that will change the way the world is viewed. But for now, understand that Harman Blennerhassett was in trouble—he had the entire nation of America on his heels and he needed help—any help to save himself and his fortune. In his hour of need, he attempted to contact the spirits of the Giants of Kentucky to provide aid.
Jeffery Scott Holland as well as other sources have assembled an interesting tale of how Aaron Burr came into contact with Harman Blennerhassett, and how the insurrection against America began—which can be seen below. Burr after his duel and killing of Alexander Hamilton was on the political out. The Republican Party did not back him after Jefferson’s easy re-election and most of the Federalists had been driven from American office—except on the Supreme Court. Jefferson attacked and attempted to impeach Justice Samuel Chase but Burr being President of the Senate held off the endeavor which effectively ended his political career. With nowhere to go and on the run from New York because of his killing of Hamilton, Burr assembled a plot to start his own country which took him to the European style mansion built-in the middle of the Ohio River which is still standing to this day. Daily tours of the home are offered and guides will tell of the elegance of a European aristocrat who wanted to bring the same type of “social justice” that Aaron Burr stood for, to the new country. Burr and Blennerhassett shared a belief that the truly educated men of the world had an obligation to free people everywhere of their superstitious burdens and provide enlightenment to a new world order. Since Burr had done all he could politically in the country of America—he knew the only next step for him was to start a new country and bring to it his hopes and dreams of a utopian society as conceived by the early Republicans. Fortunately for him, Blennerhassett wanted the same type of thing and had the money—and social pull to gather up men and resources making Blennerhassett Island a launching point for insurrection.
In 1792, General John Payne made a strange discovery while building his house in the tiny town of Augusta, KY, 63 miles North of Lexington. Payne’s firsthand account is related in Historical Sketches of Kentucky by Lewis Collins:
“The bottom on which Augusta is situated is a large burying ground of the ancients…They have been found in great numbers, and of all sizes, everywhere between the mouths of Bracken and Locust Creeks, a distance of about a mile and a half. From the cellar under my dwelling, 60 by 70 feet, over a hundred and ten skeletons were taken. I measured them by skulls, and there might have been more, whose skulls had crumbled into dust…The skeletons were of all sizes, from seven feet to infant.
David Kilgour (who was a tall and very large man) passed our village at the time I was excavating my cellar, and we took him down and applied a thigh bone to his. The man, if well-proportioned, must have been 10 to 12 inches taller than Kilgour, and the lower jaw bone would slip on over his, skin and all. Who were they? How came their bones here?
When I was in the army, I inquired of old Crane, a Wyandot and of Anglerson, a Delaware, both intelligent old chiefs, and they could give me no information in reference to these remains of antiquity. Some of the largest trees of the forest were growing over the remains when the land was cleared in 1792.”
A few years later, on December 21, 1806, the town of Augusta, KY was visited by Harman Blennerhassett, lawyer, occultist, and member of the Illuminati. Was he aware of the ancient underground civilization in the region?
Blennerhassett was born on October 8, 1764 in Ireland and moved to the USA with his wife, where they settled on Blennerhassett Island on the Ohio River. Blennerhassett was a friend and colleague of Adam Weishaupt, and a member of his Order of the Illuminati, reaching the level of Illuminatus Magus. He was also a friend of Vice President Aaron Burr, with whom he, some allege, engaged in a conspiracy to, among other things, remove President Thomas Jefferson from power. The plot was discovered, and Blennerhassett’s secret camp at Marietta was destroyed on December 19, 1806.
Blennerhassett fled with about 50 of his fellow initiates, leaving his wife, his sons and the rest of his guerrilla troops behind. But here’s what has always puzzled me: instead of making a direct exit, Blennerhassett risked making a mysterious side trip to Augusta, KY, arriving on the day of the solstice. Given his penchant for mystical folderol, it seems clear to me that there must have been some occult significance to his visit to Augusta. But what? We may never know.
http://unusualkentucky.blogspot.com/2010/10/land-of-tomorrow.html
The Burr conspiracy in the beginning of the 19th century was a suspected treasonous cabal of planters, politicians, and army officers allegedly led by former U.S. Vice President Aaron Burr. According to the accusations against him, Burr’s goal was to create an independent nation in the center of North America and/or present-day Southwest and parts of present-day Mexico. Burr’s version was that he intended to take possession of, and farm, 40,000 acres (160 km²) in the Texas Territory leased to him by the Spanish Crown.
U.S. President Thomas Jefferson ordered Burr arrested and indicted for treason, despite not providing firm evidence. Burr’s true intentions remain unclear to historians, some of whom claim he intended to take parts of Texas and some, or all, of the Louisiana Purchase, for himself. Burr was acquitted of treason, but the trial destroyed his already faltering political career.
That year Burr traveled down the Ohio River starting in Pittsburgh to the Louisiana Territory.[4] In the spring, Burr met with Harman Blennerhassett, who proved valuable in helping Burr further his plan. He provided friendship, support, and most importantly, access to the island which he owned on the Ohio River, about 2 miles (3 km) below what is now Parkersburg, West Virginia. In 1806, Blennerhassett offered to provide Burr with substantial financial support. Burr and his co-conspirators used this island as a storage space for men and supplies. Burr tried to recruit volunteers to enter Spanish territories. In New Orleans, he met with the Mexican Associates, a group of criollos whose objective was to conquer Mexico. Burr was able to gain the support of New Orleans’ Catholic bishop for his expedition into Mexico. Reports of Burr’s plans first appeared in newspaper reports in August 1805, which suggested that Burr intended to raise a western army and “to form a separate government.”
In early 1806, Burr contacted the Spanish minister, Carlos Martínez de Irujo y Tacón, and told him that his plan was not just western secession, but the capture of Washington, D.C. Irujo wrote to his masters in Madrid about the coming “dismemberment of the colossal power which was growing at the very gates” of New Spain.[5]Irujo gave Burr a few thousand dollars to get things started. The Spanish government in Madrid took no action.
Following the events in Kentucky, Burr returned to the West later in 1806 to recruit more volunteers for a military expedition down the Mississippi River. He began using Blennerhassett Island in the Ohio River to store men and supplies. The Governor of Ohio grew suspicious of the activity there, and ordered the state militia to raid the island and seize all supplies. Blennerhassett escaped with one boat, and he met up with Burr at the operation’s headquarters on the Cumberland River. With a significantly smaller force, the two headed down the Ohio to the Mississippi River and New Orleans. Wilkinson had vowed to supply troops at New Orleans, but he concluded that the conspiracy was bound to fail, and rather than providing troops, Wilkinson revealed Burr’s plan to President Jefferson. Wilkinson was at the time a paid spy for the Spanish crown and wanted to find a way out of the deal with Burr. Not wanting to lose the income he received from Spain as a spy, he sold Burr out to Jefferson.
Jefferson alerted Congress of the plan, and ordered the arrest of anyone who conspired to attack Spanish territory.[7] He warned authorities in the West to be aware of suspicious activities. Convinced of Burr’s guilt, Jefferson ordered his arrest. Burr continued his excursion down the Mississippi with Blennerhassett and the small army of men which they had recruited in Ohio. They intended to reach New Orleans, but in Bayou Pierre, 30 miles north of Natchez, they learned that a bounty was out for Burr’s capture. Burr and his men surrendered at Bayou Pierre, and Burr was taken into custody. Charges were brought against him in the Mississippi Territory, but Burr escaped into the wilderness. He was recaptured on February 19, 1807, and was taken back to Virginia to stand trial.[8]
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Burr_conspiracy
Chiefly to escape involvement in the United Irishmen’s planned rebellion against British rule, but also to conceal his incestuous marriage, Blennerhassett emigrated to the United States in 1796. There, on the western Virginia frontier, he bought the upper half of an Ohio River island lying 1 1/2 miles downstream from what is now Parkersburg, West Virginia. It became the site of a European-style estate whose centerpiece was an enormous mansion surrounded by extravagantly landscaped lawns and gardens. For a brief period, the Blennerhassetts’ home became famous as the largest, most beautiful private residence in the American West. [1]
The most distinguished of the Blennerhassetts’ many visitors was the former vice president of the United States, Aaron Burr. His three stays on the island resulted in its becoming headquarters for his mysterious 1806-1807 military expedition to the Southwest. Although branded a treasonous plot (supposedly to separate the American West from the Union) by Burr’s enemy, President Thomas Jefferson, the enterprise’s true goal probably was the conquest of Spanish-ruled Texas.
As the result of the president’s call for the arrest of Burr, Blennerhassett, and their 70 followers, the mansion and island were occupied and plundered in December 1806 by local Virginia militia. Blennerhassett fled, was twice arrested, and finally imprisoned in the Virginia state penitentiary. He was only released following Burr’s acquittal at the end of a long 1807 treason trial at Richmond, Virginia. The Blennerhassetts never returned to their island home, which in 1811 was destroyed by fire.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harman_Blennerhassett
A through account of the life of Blennerhassett can be found at the link below which is from a book by William Safford from Chillicothe, Ohio in 1850.
http://www.illuminatiofficial.org/illuminati/illuminati-in-kentucky-illuminati-information/
At the Aaron Burr trial another Federalist with an axe to grind against Thomas Jefferson acquitted the former Vice-President of treason—Chief Justice Marshall did not consider conspiracy without actions sufficient for conviction. Burr hadn’t yet made a move against America—he had simply made plans—which were not considered action at the time. Burr was set free as was Harman Blennerhassett who had been stewing in prison with his fortune now eradicated. The spirits of the ancient Kentucky giants had not come to his rescue and he lived the rest of his life penniless and broken. Burr maintained his innocence of insurrection against America up until his dying breath. In truth, Burr came to realize once his coup was dissolved that he would never again be able to amass enough political power to do such a thing leaving him with the political achievements as Vice-President as his legacy—and for him—that would have to suffice.
Yet—and this is pure speculation of course—but when dealing with esoteric events on a world stage that involve political insurrections, incantations to an ancient race of giants, and the Illuminati all things must be considered with a straight face several years later—only about 200 years to be exact the actor George Clooney entered public school built right in the middle of the old graveyard of the giants as a 7th grader. The odd ball little kid would work hard to please his celebrity family’s reputation, his aunt Rosemary, his father Nick and his four times great-grandmother Nancy Hanks who was the mother of Abraham Lincoln. He tried out for the Cincinnati Reds baseball team but did not make the first cut. He attended college in Northern Kentucky University and the University of Cincinnati, but didn’t stick with it not graduating from either. He made most of his money selling women’s shoes, insurance, cutting tobacco and working construction. His luck changed when a television mini-series called Centennial was shot in Augusta in 1978. George got a bit part as an extra. From there a few years later he started doing small spots in television sitcoms like The Facts of Life, The Golden Girls and Roseanne. Soon he moved up the ladder in Hollywood getting his breakthrough role on the popular show ER. From there he stared in a series of movies becoming one of the Hollywood elite and for men chanting rituals residing in the back culture of Hollywood relishing in the Hermetic Order—George Clooney for them was like the second coming of Christ.
George is a political activist who very nearly represents the kind of political viewpoints that Harman Blennerhassett, believed. Clooney supports the United Nations in a way that would have made Adam Weishaupt, the founder of the Illuminati, very proud. Weishaupt and Blennerhassett believed that it was the elite—the educated who had to guide the world away from self-imposed mental imprisonment. Clooney supports this same global view and spends his spare time raising money for the American Foundation for Equal Rights and the Gay, Lesbian and Straight Education Network which creates safe spaces in schools for children who are perceived to be gay, lesbian, bisexual or transgender.
It is unlikely that George Clooney knows anything about the Illuminati or Harman Blennershassett. But anyone who has ever visited a small town and slept in the vicinity of ancient ruins knows the feeling of being forever watched even when the doors are closed and the shades are pulled in tight. It is also unlikely that Clooney or many of the current residents of Augusta, Kentucky know the role they played in the Aaron Burr plot to separate from America—and the giant bones buried under their feet have long been filed away as folklore and mostly destroyed. But perhaps the ghosts of those same bones did answer Harman Blennerhassett’s desperate rituals on the winter solstice of 1806. It just took them a century and a half to answer the plea, but provide the army they did. They didn’t provide assistance by way of military force or succession from the United States into a new country, but they may have provided a charismatic young man to do the work of Harman Blennershassett in the next century to continue the dreams of insurrection and country building by pure Illuminati philosophy as conceived on Blennershassett Island.
Clooney before attending Augusta middle school had went to Western Row Elementary, the same school that my children attended. It was there that my family had a run-in with public education that would last for the rest of my life when they instituted a policy of teaching children to put condoms on a dildo in the fourth grade which my wife and I stood against. Moving from Mason to Augusta Clooney in his first school year developed Bell’s palsy which is a condition that partially paralyzes the face. After nine months the malady went away—but in the darkest moments of his life sleeping in a house built in the middle of a graveyard of ancient giants invoked by the spell of the occultist Harman Blennershassett little George Clooney begged for help—and the paralysis to his face cleared up. He now serves willingly the type of policies born on Blennershassett Island between an Illuminati grand master and the former Vice-President of the United States.
It all makes a very interesting story and there is much need for speculation in order to connect the dots. But nothing can be ruled out if it is known that a great mystery ties all these events together which goes unspoken among the world of the living which may or not be known to the conscious world. Augusta, Kentucky is the quiet little town that seems inconspicuous enough, but was at the heart of a conspiracy to undo America as Burr was on a quest for political power. A powerful, influential actor was raised in Augusta who is now one of the leading progressives in media culture—a pace setter for the same type of behavior that many would consider the undoing of America. And below it all are the graves of an ancient society mysterious and unknown only by what they left being—which was destroyed by the construction of the town itself.
With such paradoxes, nothing can be ignored and even the most fantastic considerations made. For all the stories told above are true—every one. All that is unsupported by fact are the connections I make between them—which is as elusive as the Burr insurrection handled by a Federalist judge hell-bent on revenge against Thomas Jefferson. The Federalists would emerge in the next century as progressives and there are few progressives now as popular politically and in entertainment culture as George Clooney. Aaron Burr had taken the steps toward forming his own country, just as Clooney has shown that he is willing to reform America into the type of vision many of the original Illuminati members from the founding of the United States believed. But often luck requires the helping hand of invisible caretakers and what they all have in common is a race of lost giants in the land of Augusta hidden by folklore and only answerable to the most powerful incantations of alchemy and Masonic ritual. Luck almost never happens and the life and fortune of George Clooeny from Augusta, Kentucky is very lucky indeed.
Watch the videos above for more support material concerning this subject matter of occult and the Founding Fathers and how a race of ancient giants even to this day may involve you.
Rich Hoffman
August 16, 2014
Jim Vieira’s Giants of North America: The reason for the vast cover-up of mankind’s history
One of the reasons I write all these articles is to ignite the thought process of inquiring minds. It has always been my hope that those inquiring minds will see the information I present and be inspired to take the next steps. Of all my articles one of the most popular is one from way back in 2010 called Giants in Ohio which many people have read and been inspired to do further investigation. Even prior to the Giants of Ohio article I have written an entire award-winning screenplay on this type of subject matter titled The Lost Cannibals of Cahokia—which is a horror story grounded by an analysis of why societies rise and fall. Hollywood represented by Wilshire Blvd told me that the story was too violent for film production—and they told me this as they funded and distributed the Kill Bill films. But it gives me great satisfaction to see some of the stories that I have discovered deeply suppressed in our intellectual society revealed by hungry minds uncovering further aspects and over the last couple of years Stonemason Jim Vieira has done the hard work of collecting the evidence of the giant skeletons of a pre-human race that inhabited the world. Specifically Jim’s giants were a major part of the mound builder culture in North America. Vieira has collected over 1100 accounts of discovered giant skeletons 8’ to 10’ tall featuring double rows of teeth. Watch the video below of an interview with Vieira as he presents voluminous amounts of evidence. Also, be sure to watch all the videos presented here—they will help with understanding the text.
In that video Jim answered the question that has most plagued me, why aren’t these skeletons on display in museums—because many throughout the country are sitting in back rooms and private collections ready to be displayed to the world? Jim’s answer was the Native American Graves Protection and Repatriation Act. The ( NAGPRA), Pub. L. 101-601, 25 U.S.C. 3001 et seq., 104 Stat. 3048, is a United States federal law enacted on 16 November 1990. That act makes such displays of Native American bones illegal assuming that Native American cultures are the proper caretakers of all things archaeologically and anthropologically viable regarding the North American Mound Builders. Even as there is strong evidence that most Native American Indian cultures were interbred with traveling Chinese fleets from the treasure boats of Zheng He during the Ming Dynasty of emperor Zhu Di and encountered a previous race of people already operating as advanced cultures in North America that was dying off.
The Act requires federal agencies and institutions that receive federal funding[1] to return Native American “cultural items” to lineal descendants and culturally affiliated Indian tribes and Native Hawaiian organizations. Cultural items include human remains, funerary objects, sacred objects, and objects of cultural patrimony. A program of federal grants assists in the repatriation process and the Secretary of the Interior may assess civil penalties on museums that fail to comply. For instance if a particular set of discovered bones cannot be traced back to a lineal descendent because they are in fact “giants” a museum is forced to sit on the display for fear that a Native American tribe might lay claim to the remains putting the museum in violation of the law.
NAGPRA also establishes procedures for the inadvertent discovery or planned excavation of Native American cultural items on federal or tribal lands. While these provisions do not apply to discoveries or excavations on private or state lands, the collection provisions of the Act may apply to Native American cultural items if they come under the control of an institution that receives federal funding.
Lastly, NAGPRA makes it a criminal offense to traffic in Native American human remains without right of possession or in Native American cultural items obtained in violation of the Act. Penalties for a first offense may reach 12 months imprisonment and a $100,000 fine. So in other words, any giant remains in private collections cannot be published because such a violation could be a punishable offense leaving people to hide such things in their closets and only talk about them around family dinner tables.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Native_American_Graves_Protection_and_Repatriation_Act
The arguments against the type of reporting that Jim Vieira was using to support his hypothesis is that the multitude of newspaper reports taken from all over the country saying the same things about giant human like bones are hoaxes typically created by sensational journalists trying to sell newspapers completely unsubstantiated by orthodox science—and cannot be therefore trusted. For instance the accounts of the Conneaut Creek settlers of 1813 who begin unearthing the “Conneaut Giants” that had skulls so large they could fit over the heads like helmets of the amateur archaeologists at the time. These discoveries have been ridiculed by orthodox science as a hoax even though there is much written about them. Like many discoveries at the time the bones were discovered while farming and building railroads. Religious belief and treasure hunting contaminated the study, as well as poor scientific practice. However, the lack of knowledge and preservation cannot erase the discoveries.
“…when the roadway of the Philadelphia & Erie road, where it passes through the Warfel farm, was being widened, another deposit of bones was dug up and summarily deposed of as before (Thrown in a neighboring ditch). Among the skeletons was one of a giant, side by side with a smaller one, probably that of his wife. The arm and leg bones of this native American Goliath were about one-half longer than those of the tallest man among the laborers; the skull was immensely large; the lower jawbone easily slipped over the face and whiskers of a full faced man, and the teeth were in a perfect state of preservation. Another skeleton was dug up in Conneaut Township a few years ago which was quite as remarkable in its dimensions. As in the other instance, a comparison was made with the largest man in the neighborhood , and the jawbone readily covered his face, while the lower bone of the leg was nearly a foot longer than the one with which it was measured, indicating that the man must have been eight to ten feet in height. The bones of a flathead were turned up in the same township some two years ago with a skull of unusual size. Relics of a former time have been gathered in that section by the pailful, and among other curiosities a brass watch was found that was as big as a common saucer.
An ancient graveyard was discovered in 1820, on the land now known as Dr. Carter and Dr. Dickinson places in Erie, which created quite a sensation at the time. Dr. Albert Thayer dug up some of the bones, and all indicated a race of beings of immense size.” (History of Erie County Volume 1; Warner, Beers and Co., 1884, pp. 166-169)
http://www.examiner.com/article/the-giant-mound-builders-of-erie
I wonder who has that large brass watch? And the reports of such things go on like that for mountains of documented evidence—some of which are probably hoaxes. Some are from aspiring writers wanting to make a name for themselves, some hoping to be some version of an Indiana Jones discovering the origins of mankind—but what they all have in common from a time where communication was not easy was that giant bones were found—poorly preserved by farmers, religious fanatics hoping them to be the lost tribes of Israel, and fortune finders. The bones were given to respected scientists who set up make-shift exhibits at first but took them down by the 1990s hoping to get federal money for their research and not wanting to be found in violation of NAGPRA. This is why there are no modern discoveries appearing—even though there are likely occasional instances—they are suppressed hoping not to violate any federal funding by their institutional backers.
The dominance of such discoveries during the settling of North America are unique in that a technology was brought with this new early American culture which could dig up land, build road and railways, and quickly erect homes. Once much of states like Ohio had been dug up and manipulated by construction methods and farming, the explosion of excavation revealing these giants subsided somewhat. Many farmers seeing some of these bones likely tossed them aside so not to prevent their work from getting done and might have casually talked about them to their families over dinner-but not taken any formal measures of preservation or study. I know how these people think, both of my grandparents were farmers. When they discovered things, they didn’t do anything with them if it impeded their work. One of my grandparents traveled only once in their life out-of-state. Their world view was entirely composed of life on their vast farm. They wouldn’t have taken bones discovered to a local museum or college. They’d toss them in a ditch so to milk the cows on time—which they had to do every day. By the time modern science had a chance to credibly conduct a study; modern politics was riddled with guilt over the treatment of Indians which prevented any intelligent contemplation of the matter. Like race relations, the Native American cultures laying claim to all ancestry of America—particularly mound building cultures prevented intelligent discussion in favor of feel good politics. Even though it is likely that the Hopewell and Adena Indians only inhabited many of these mound cultures as second-handers, the evidence of an advanced astronomical culture which felt compelled to build strange earthworks aimed at the heavens was much more sophisticated than the typical Indian and points to a deeper history yet unexplored.
Anyone who knows anything about modern education, politics, and general human behavior and a tendency to regulate themselves into second-hander compliance is that many things are hidden in broad daylight these days by sheer manipulation of facts in favor of federal funding. Nobody wants to lose their access to a tax payer funded gravy train, and most science exploration is very concerned with fitting their discoveries around the criteria of federal grants and other government revenue streams. And that is the real conspiracy.
People like Jim Vieira are doing the hard work out of passion—likely inspired by Indiana Jones films to uncover some great treasure unknown to the human race. What makes him more pure than say a Smithsonian scientist who is likely much more qualified is that Jim is not corrupted by federal money. He’s not out trying to sell his discoveries within the confines of the Native American Graves Protection and Repatriation Act (NAGPRA) so to qualify for financial support. Recently when Jim’s video presentation to TED Talks was pulled from YouTube these were the reasons cited by Stacy Kontrabecki Curator of TEDx Shelburne Falls as written to Jim Vieira:
Basically, TED’s fact check found that your talk is based on a debunked popular hoax from the early 1900s and promotes a well-known and widely discredited fringe theory, while misrepresenting the existence of legitimate research on this issue. (TED/TEDx is not a platform that allows unsubstantiated claims to be put forward as science.) Here are just a few specific examples of the unsubstantiated claims in your TEDx talk:
At 2:03 — You claim: “These structures are so staggering that people don’t even think they exist still.” In fact, there is a general archaeological consensus about the impressive civilization demonstrated by the mound builders in Cahokia and similar sites.
At 4:05 — You claim: “The mound builders who built all kinds of structures.” All evidence for the mound builders’ architecture suggests that they built with sod packets and wood.
At 4:19 — You mention carbon-dating but do not specify what was carbon-dated. You cannot carbon-date stone. Again at 6:00.
At 7:26 — You mention Mayan theories. Since the recent deciphering of almost the full Mayan script, the astronomical preoccupation attributed to Mayan writings has been largely discredited. Most of the numbers found in the Mayan script are now believed to be dates of births, coronations and wars.
At 9:15 — You share newspaper clippings from the 19th century, including quotes from Abraham Lincoln, and claim they are evidence of giants. In fact, as one of our experts writes, “Skeletal hoaxes were common in the 19th century (e.g., Piltdown Man, the Cardiff Giant, and Barnum & Bailey Fiji mermaids [now at Harvard's Peabody Museum]). If (and this is a big if) the 8-foot skeleton is real, it could be a case of medical gigantism, but it is more likely a case of exaggeration.”
With respect to the theories of gigantism, the TEDx fact checkers spoke to an expert who researched Middle Woodland and Mississippian skeletal collections at the Center for American Archaeology (CAA), based in Kampsville, IL, in 2007. The CAA is one of the largest repositories of excavated Woodland and Mississippian skeletal remains in the nation, and their osteological collections are available for student and scholarly study. One expert stated “I can assure you that the archaeological Woodland and Mississippian populations were not giants. In some cases, one can observe a slight decrease in average height (a few centimeters) with the transition from hunting and gathering to agriculture. This is a trend that is observed in many cultures that undergo an agricultural transition, and is likely related to shorter nursing times and increased early childhood grain consumption (maximum height is highly correlated to childhood protein consumption, so a high reliance on grain during childhood tends to result in shorter stature).”
At 12:49 — “Bones crumbled away because they weren’t mummified.” Skeletal preservation and mummification are unrelated processes. Plenty of skeletons survive in New England, and the disappearance of any and all skeletons that could lend evidence to these claims today is highly suspect.
With respect to repeated claims that the Smithsonian is hiding or covering up evidence, the fact checkers also heard this, as well: “In 2007 I was a visiting scientist at the Smithsonian Museum Support Center, and while it is full of amazing and bizarre material (e.g., an entire herd of elephants that Teddy Roosevelt shot occupies one floor), there is no conspiracy to cover up or hide Native American giant skeletons or artifacts. Like most museums, the Smithsonian displays less than 1% of its collections at any given time, meaning that a lot of material spends decades (or sadly centuries) in its vaults awaiting exhibition. We can debate whether or not this is responsible stewardship (a debate that would also have to include a discussion of the chronic underfunding of public museums and the economics of public education), but to portray the Smithsonian today as part of some sort of a conspiracy of ‘misinformation and corruption’ to cover up Native American history by hiding giant moundbuilder skeletons excavated in the 19th century is ridiculous. Smithsonian physical anthropologists have published an impressive body of literature on the analysis of their collections.”The bottom line for me, Jim, as a TEDx curator, is that I need to support the criteria that all science-based TEDx talks I hope to present must be fully substantiated. Unfortunately, as a result of TED’s research, we will be removing your talk from the TEDxTalks YouTube channel.
http://tedxshelburnefalls.wordpress.com/2012/12/14/jim-vieiras-talk-removed-from-internet/
As I typically support TED Talks it becomes quickly evident what established scientific substantiation considers relevant which was mentioned by Stacy Kontrabecki after informing him of the above removal of his presentation. Similar presentations by Jim Vieira can be found on this site which are every bit as informative as the TED Talks seminar—but the essence of her summation comes down to funding as discussed in point 8. According to Stacy Kontrabecki—and she’s correct, most museums only display 1% of their finds due to underfunding. In the case of Native American exhibits, no curator even if they wanted to—would dare display their giant skeletons of a race of people from North American that predates Columbus by thousands of years—because it doesn’t fit the dialogue of the museum’s reputation and would in fact put their funding mechanisms at risk. If they decided to exhibit the remains through a private entrepreneur then the finds would violate the Native American Graves Protection and Repatriation Act (NAGPRA) and time in a federal jail would be on the table—and nobody wants to risk that. So inaction is the choice and the evidence of the giants is suppressed.
There is no question that many cultures of ancient origin are as well hidden in America camouflaged by misconception, education failure, and static pattern ignorance. Right under our feet is the evidence of a completely alternative version of human history that is likely not even close to the one we have been shown in museums and educations institutions. If over the years I have been too hard on public education, politics, and the human race in general it is because I learned about these unspoken truths many years ago and know why they are suppressed—and it is something that would make any sane person angry. We have been lied to by virtually everyone, including the foolishness in signing the Native American Graves Protection and Repatriation Act (NAGPRA) by President Bush in 1990 under progressive pressure to honor the Indian people out of guilt from their treatment by American governments in the past. Native Americans were not so “native” but were like most Americans—they came from somewhere else and when they arrived, they came in contact with people who were already in North America—in this case a race of giants who likely died of disease, lost themselves due to cultural contamination, or bred with the women of the smaller race and gave birth to a new people altogether. But the evidence says they were around in massive cultures, not just remote tribes scattered about. They were advanced and rose and fell as a society well before Europe printed their first Bible.
As for people like Jim Vieira I write every day for people like him. My hopes for the future of the kind of work that Jim is doing—which must be done can be seen at events like the 2014 Gen Con in Indianapolis. It may seem off topic, but they are related. Many of the gamers who attend that convention are participating in that kind of strategy gaming because the static education culture has failed them and they are seeking answers in mythology—whether it is in the various role-playing games taking place in the Middle Earth of the Lord of the Rings novels, or if it is Netrunner a game of monolithic megacorps colliding with netrunners in a dystopian future–the crux of their experience is in answers to a world short on them. Netrunner specifically is a creation of modern myth concerned greatly with the problems of our day which hide carefully the evidence of a past race of giants. The game itself is not about giant humans, but of corporations that can scan the human mind and interface it directly with electronic data, more data moves every second than was ever processed in the first five-thousand years of written language. The network is omnipresent, the crux of modern human civilization, and while visionary corporations seek to secure their most valuable data on the network, the elite hackers known as netrunners seek to steal it. The type of people playing those games are on a search for the truth and they can only find it in the imagination of fiction. Jim Vieira is also trying to bridge the facts he has uncovered with research by unlocking a fiction that has been perpetrated unhindered for years by the scientific community and he is being attacked for it. His life is the plot of the type of games being played by individuals on a similar quest and it is only a matter of time before those two worlds collide—that of the fringe inquisitor and legitimate science standing against federally backed institutional funding intent to sell a false story about Indian origins to justify 200 years of case-law built by their emotional plight. As Gen Con grows so do the minds conducive to the type of talks that Jim Vieira is giving on Giants in North America.
It is my job to help bridge those various groups together while setting the stage for the next breakthroughs in science which will shatter the known world. When I first wrote about these kinds of things—especially my Cahokia script—nobody talked about them. Orthodox science was not to be challenged by anybody, which was made abundantly clear to me during a visit to the National Geographic Headquarters in Washington D.C. during the 90’s. Perplexed by their reaction and conclusions 20 years ago, I have learned the reason—and like most things it points back to federally backed money. As most everyone these days except people like Vieira, museums have their hand out as second-handers for money and they will do whatever they must to obtain it—except work harder and stand individually against the current trend—set by the federal government.
There were Giants in Ohio—heck there were giants all over the world. There were even other cultures and major cities that have been covered by construction development that are likely larger than Cahokia and much more grand—and sophisticated than the pyramids of Giza or the structures at Chichen Itza. And the evidence is right under our feet, but we don’t have the minds to see them. Fortunately—slowly, we are unlearning what we learned in public government schools and are reawakening to our ancient past through creative thought as it mixes with historical documentation. Jim Vieira is doing the hard leg work of uncovering that past—conventions like Gen Con are preparing the minds of mankind to deal with the revelations which will eventually change all the text books, all the religious beliefs, and alter our knowledge about ourselves to a truth that has always been present—but has been avoided out of fear and greed for a few federal dollars and a corrupt lie that has been present since the dawn of archaeology. Ironically at the start of the progressive era in politics was about the same time that these stories about giants began to be suppressed because they didn’t fit the dialogue of that political movement. The two go hand-in-hand and are reflective failures of each other. Knowledge of these failures is more than justifiable cause for anger at an institutional system built on manipulation and bold-faced lies. Their punishment will be in their much-needed undoing.
Take a look at the participants of Gen Con-because it will be they who buy the books of Jim Vieira a decade from now. And history will be amended—finally, and properly.
Rich Hoffman
August 15, 2014
Fantasy Flight Games at Gen Con 2014: Star Wars Armada and new X-Wing faction ships
After all that I have said this week about leadership it should be considered why I am so excited then for the 2014 Gen Con in Indianapolis, Indiana. The event is so massive that at the Indianapolis airport where people come to that event from all over the world there is a giant welcome mat at the bottom of the escalator welcoming people to the best 4 days in gaming anywhere. All the videos on this article should be watched so that context can be given to this text. Nowhere else is table-top gaming so magnificently on display and the ironic thing to note is that the entire movement started underground and has now emerged as one of the largest industries the world over. I have touted the benefits of table top strategy games at great length over the past year. If more people played them—especially my age—and drank less—they’d find they would manage stress a whole lot better, gain greater insight into solving very complex problems, and improve their lives immensely with a balance of mythology—which every human brain craves more than food, intellectual stimulation—the exercise of thought—and bring into their adulthoods the ability to play. It is that last thing which holds the key to success in the future of education. Education is directly linked to play and when we are kids we learn a lot through playing. When we stop playing as adolescents—we stop learning and a very slow decline begins. Death for many people begins at age 14-15. Life may technically end at age 70 to 80, but it begins the moment humans stop playing to keep their minds active. It is that simple. My love and hope during events like Gen Con is that there is a tremendous underground movement which has been completely perpetrated through online media that hinges strictly on the rebellion of “playing.” The people who attend Gen Con and buy the products sold there have brought to their adult lives the ability to play—and thus the continued ability to learn and function.
This movement has been around for a number of years—Gen Con started in 1968—the year I was born. It has remained relatively underground that entire time and out of the eyes of the mainstream. You don’t see advertisements for the Fantasy Flight Games products on Nickelodeon or the Disney Channel. At least not until now—as much as I’ve spoke about Fantasy Flight Games other products, like Arkham Horror and all the spinoffs which came from that line of H.P. Lovecraft games. It is the very recent foray into mainstream myth like Game of Thrones and on an epic scale—Star Wars that has taken the innovative little company from Roseville, Minnesota and launched it into being one of the most influential cultural phenomena’s of the 21st century.
For me, because I love Star Wars and tactical strategy from war gaming—the best thing that has happened to me in years is the Fantasy Flight Games product X-Wing Miniatures. I would say playing that game over the last year has vastly improved my life and taken the edge off. I have always been an adult who still likes to play so I don’t do the normal mid-life activities like hang out on golf courses, gamble at casinos, or drink heavily—because I still enjoy playing as I did when I was a kid. I still love learning and playing and Star Wars X-Wing Miniatures gives me that ability. One of the best conversations I had with my brother in years was at a Long John Silver’s restaurant after church where I was able to introduce him to the game. I brought my ships into the restaurant and showed him how the game worked on a table in the middle of lunch rush. The game can be simple and fun—or deeply complex and ever-changing.
Outside of the Indianapolis Convention Center millions of people are setting up their Fantasy Football picks and watching news from the various NFL camps about their favorite teams. MLB is wrapping up yet another season ahead of the World Series and busy minds mired down with social obligations root themselves passively to the distractions of those games. But inside that same building where Fantasy Flight Games is poised to explode culturally and change those social standards they released a few things that will contribute directly to the Star Wars mythology and the way Disney handles the ownership of their franchise. Fantasy Flight provided a demo of their X-Wing Miniatures sequel Armada. One of the drawbacks to the X-Wing Miniatures game is that it has so far been impossible to have the kind of large fleet battles that are so prevalent in the novels. In the movies Revenge of the Sith and Return of the Jedi featured what these types of epic battles might look like, but only touched on the surface. On the Hollywood Studios and Disneyland ride Star Tours the scale of the fleet ships is more adequately pronounced and riders get a real feel for what it looks like to be a small ship flying among them. On the X-Wing Miniatures game Fantasy Flight has given some big ships to the game in a grand scale which I will talk more about in a minute. But the need to pull back and make space for them to fit on a tabletop was needed to pull off the task of full-fledged battle and Fantasy Flight has addressed this problem with their Armada release—which hits stores during the first quarter of 2015—about the same time that Disney’s new animated series Rebels will end its first season. FFG had the game at Gen Con and it just looks fantastic and plays very well. For World War II enthusiast who always wanted to take the reins of General MacArthur this type of game in Armada is as close that one can ever get without actually commanding such large fleets of ships. The core set comes with a CR90, Nebulon-B and a Victory-class Star Destroyer which is one of the smallest of the Empire’s fleet ships. Without question Armada will allow for the construction of the really large ships in proportion to scale which will end up encompassing a foot or more of the 3’ X 6’ play area. As the game matures there will be fleets of Victory-class Star Destroyers taking to the table and fighting it out with hoards of Rebel squadrons. Armada was the only good answer to the many problems that were coming up from X-Wing as they extended their play to a large table-top that is only getting bigger as the game itself was pushing the boundaries to extend to a large room just to play. Star Destroyers are a part of the Star Wars universe to such an extent that they needed to be used properly, and Armada is the only real answer. When that game hits shelves I may never again leave my house. I have had loads of fun playing X-Wing which involves only a few ships. What Armada brings to the table is unfathomably interesting.
But my first love is X-Wing and the creative minds at Fantasy Flight did not disappoint. Like last year when they released the first Huge Ships of the X-Wing Miniatures game—a CR90 and a Rebel Transport this year on the second day they announced their further additions to the Epic play format of their hot selling masterpiece. More ships were introduced after their noon annual meeting with the public and what they revealed took the air out of Indianapolis. Ripples of positive energy engulfed the North American continent as those not at Gen Con watched the video feed of the new bounty hunter class ships being put into the glass case at the Fantasy Flight booth. I’ve been to many football and baseball games and I’ve never seen the kind of excitement that accompanied those announcements.
Now that Wave 6 has been announced and that it will feature a bounty hunter faction the Epic Play format for X-Wing is about to explode. I personally find the Huge Ships extremely challenging to play with. After juggling with the energy distribution that makes the Huge Ships work, it is difficult to put the mind back on the smaller ships flying around them. But it takes the game of X-Wing Miniatures about as large as it can go. From there the ships just get too big to carry around to tournaments and play on a table-top, which is why Fantasy Flight came up with the Armada game. There is really nothing more beautiful than a 3’ X 6’ table top filled with these magnificently detailed ships that are in combat with other large ships across the table from a team of real life opponents. The ships and games themselves are just wonderful fun to play—but it is the experiences that they give you which go unmatched.
I’ve been on plenty of adventures—even some recently this past summer. I know what it feels like to get shot at, to be hunted—to hunt. I know what adrenaline pumping through your body knowing the wrong move could end your life and the ramifications of that are. And I can say that some of the best moments I have had regarding those emotions came from games of X-Wing over the last year—particularly in Epic Battles using my Rebel Transport to cross a mine field being patrolled by a never-ending stream of Imperial Tie Fighters. That is the beauty of the game—through play those types of decisions and simulation of reality get explored. When hard decisions are needed in real life—you don’t panic or struggle for the answer—you have it—because you had to exercise those skills just to play a game like X-Wing Miniatures.
For fathers wanting to reach their sons and daughters—I can’t think of any better bonding exercise than in playing one of these Fantasy Flight creations. The people I have met in the gaming community tend to be married, and are happiest when their wives play with them. And what better thing for a couple to do together—but activity—the mind enjoys the exercise and people tend to bond when they do things together. If more people did things like play these games together, there would be a lot less divorce in the world, and a lot more happy lives not relying on drink to carry them to the next moment. For grandparents wanting to bridge the gap between young and old, the experiences that can be gained through X-Wing Miniatures and Armada are infinitely better than sitting around in a basement running a model train around in a circle. These games require thought and complete input from the players unlike a video game where one interacts with the environment created in a program—in these Fantasy Flight Games the miniatures only represent reality just enough to pull the mind into the plot of the game. And it is there that mythology happens and mankind works out complicated problems. Capitol Hill would become much more effective, since they don’t play Chess anymore over cigar smoke—if they spent an afternoon playing X-Wing Miniatures. They might not then debate endlessly over partisan policies framed from K-Street lobbyists. With the new Star Wars television shows and movies coming and the positioning of Star Wars Miniatures poised to meet that interest with a superior product bigger things are happening in Indianapolis than just a bunch of geeks exploding for joy over some cool new models and crafty cards. A cultural revolution is taking place and emerging from underground which is metaphorical to the type of future that Ray Kurzweil has illustrated. CLICK HERE TO SEE MY ARTICLE ON RAY AND WHAT HE HAS PREDICTED FOR THE FUTURE.
The emotional gap that will fill the void left by politics, economic failure, and poor philosophy and leadership throughout the 20th century is being answered at Gen Con. So far there are only a few million who flock to the products of Fantasy Flight Games. Even though attendance at Gen Con was epic keeping the entire building filled for the entire four days—the overall attendance is equal to that of a Superbowl game for the NFL. This type of gaming has not yet entered the mainstream—but it is really, really close and will be fed by the Disney marketing machine through wonderful companies like Fantasy Flight Games who are already way, way, WAY out in front of the curve. The types of philosophy and brain games being created by FFG and the way they have massaged capitalism for such positive endeavors is truly inspiring and is painting a picture of what tomorrow will look like.
The entire progressive movement was started by fewer minds at the start of the 20th century. Those old thoughts are outdated now for really as long as there have been Gen Cons which have steadily supplied the answer to those who asked the question—isn’t there more to life than what has been offered. Now technology and thought are at a crossroads and standing in the center is Fantasy Flight Games. Their products offer what’s best about the human race and have the power to restore to the world a sense of purpose and fill the voids left by all the many failed social experiments. In the game worlds of Gen Con life can begin again every time new cards are added to a deck or ships purchased to add to the X-Wing Miniatures game experience. And with that premise is always a hope that just around the corner problems can be solved and overcome and not simply yielded to.
The reason I make so much out of the geeks who attend Gen Con is that I see in them the hope for tomorrow. They possess in their playful curiosity about life the answers that everyone seeks the world over. Because it is in play—not compliance–that the world advances. And nobody makes play for adults more fun than Fantasy Flight Games. Small things lead to big things, and FFG as shown at the 2014 Gen Con is all about the big things.
Rich Hoffman
August 14, 2014
Why So Angry: The Jeff Spicoli America
The entire world minus a few exceptions seems directly inspired to become the Spicoli character from the movie Fast Times at Ridgemont High. Those who are the exception are categorized as “angry” and treated much the same way the teacher who took away the pizza from Spicoli’s character in that movie was. As a continuation of my article yesterday on leadership this one addresses the impact of what happens when leaders are removed from families, business, communities, and politics being replaced by a mindless push into oblivion precluding any judgment what-so-ever about anything (CLICK TO REVIEW). The modern push by virtually every sector of society is to be “cool” and be a complete douche bag like Spicoli–have fun, live life, make no judgment assessments, and have pizza. Those who are angry about the destruction of the American family, the failed education system, the corrupt politics, the leeching effect of lawyers in our society, the failed fiscal policies of nations, the attempt at religions to reignite the “crusades,” the mask of the civil rights movement to hide bad behavior behind racism and further encourage the disintegration of entire races of people, the merged sexual relationships of people and a loosening of the boundaries between right and wrong—are termed in a negative connotation as though they were somehow diseased and sick. Even the national media has bought into this notion—anyone who has strong opinions is to be feared, ridiculed, and treated as a menace. After all, what they learned in their colleges was not journalism—but how to party—and live the life of Spicoli. Visit any college in America right now—and what you will find is a swarm of Spicoli’s that number the drops of water in the Atlantic Ocean—and those are tomorrow’s “leaders,” as termed by Liberty Township’s Leadership 21 classes.
Anybody who casts an opinion contrary to the flow of progressive society has been deemed as “unhealthily angry” and treated as an old fogie stuck in the past. It is as if those who are being robbed of values that they desperately wish to see implemented in the world around them are supposed to enjoy being looted of everything they enjoy and not to be angry about it. The classic confrontation between Jeff Specoli and the teacher Mr. Hand has become the battle cry of our day—who owns your time, your opinions, and your life—is it you—or the collective will of society? Is it best to know things like the fogie Mr. Hand or to fall out of a van stoned like Jeff Specoli taking life as it comes without any sense of responsibility or direction? The world has made its decision—and it has chosen Jeff Specoli.
This is why it is important to understand that if you crave values dear reader—then you must be willing to stand alone—society will not back you. You will be alone in virtually every sector of society—and if you chose to stand for something these days—you will be considered a diabolical menace to the “surfer life” of the modern partier fresh from their campus adventures mired in marijuana smoke and valueless endeavor. If you want values, you will have to step away from those people to have them. You will have to stand against the current of the entire world who desires desperately to live the life of Jeff Spicoli and it will be a painful experience. Anger will be a dominate emotion.
Spicoli is part of a surfer culture that was brought to America in a time when communism was being marketed to a conservative public. The surfer life is a very socialist existence and in Fast Times at Ridgemont High, it was shown to have merit compared to all the capitalist failures that the coming of age kids were experiencing. The parents were all goofs, the teachers stuffy caricatures of human bodies, and the main characters had to learn to let go and loosen up to fulfill their journeys through the plot. Jeff Spicoli was the creation of that pre-hippie lifestyle introduced to America through communist infiltration and KGB influence at a time where the actions were denied, but later proven factual. Our nation was invaded—our youth converted into Jeff Spicoli’s, and yet we are told that we aren’t supposed to be angry about it—that we should buy some weed–party—and loosen up.
But the real reason for the accusation toward anger is that those like Spicoli want to live off the efforts of collective society and to keep the interaction civil—they prefer that society gives them no resistance. They want to loot value from your back pocket dear reader and consume it from moment to moment without an eye to the future where all value runs out. A bank robber simply wants you to put your hands up and they wish to rob you without any fight. They simply want your money. They don’t want you to fight to keep it. And so it goes with the modern thief of social value, they don’t want to fight—they just want what you have—and if it is value—they want to consume it then “party” with you so that they can pass by you in the street without guilt.
For those who need social assimilation—they are at a disadvantage when it comes to a world run by Spicoli wanna-bes. They will always have the upper hand when it comes to a public setting because what they stand for is comfort. Today’s real leaders who stand alone for social value must be willing to sit alone in the rain—to distance themselves from the social pressure to be Spicoli and to defend values when the current of ancient communism wishes to wash them out to sea forever hidden by the ocean depths.
The problem is so grand that we now have Spicoli types in the White House and IRS. When the explanation is provided as to why all the IRS emails were destroyed, it sounds like Jeff Spicoli telling Mr. Hand why he was late to class. When the White House gives a press conference, it sounds like the dream Jeff Spicoli had about being a top-tier surfer partying with the Stones in London. And for those who find those explanations repulsive, we are just supposed to accept that Jeff Spicoli will be late to class, doesn’t care about any personal ambition for anything, and is a model citizen who just wants to smoke a joint and eat pizza. To such people of course anyone who finds that lifestyle repulsive will seem angry—because it is disgusting to see such people leech off the public with no ambition or curiosity about life outside of getting high and filling their bellies.
Jeff Spicoli will always be the role that the actor Sean Penn will be known for. Penn is an unapologetic communist and that personality came out so flamboyantly in the Fast Times of Ridgemont High role. The KGB may have created the hippie and surfer culture in California—but they could never have dreamed of what impact the Jeff Spicoli character would have on American youth and that virtually every young person who has seen that movie has in some way adopted the stoned beach bum into their lifestyle. Sean Penn did more to spread the valueless utterances of communism than most of the Russian efforts during the Cold War. And to those who see this erosion of value—they are not supposed to be angry—but accepting and ready to party.
That is why the road to a life of value will be a lonely one—and will be shouldered alone for quite a long time. It is more important than ever that those who are leaders—naturally—will separate themselves from these Jeff Spicoli types and remake the world. Of course we will be called “angry” but consider the sources—and be ready to shrug their opinions away for the value they really have. And it is also important to understand that our local Chambers of Commerce and the political machines of doom are now filled with Jeff Spicoli admirers and that their ideal of leadership is equivalent to ordering a pizza during Mr. Hand’s class.
Rich Hoffman www.OVERMANWARRIOR.com
August 13, 2014
HOW TO BE A LEADER: Tales from the rain at Camp Friedlander
It is time to have a straight conversation about a delicate topic. After my previous article on Leadership 21 it is excessively evident that a definition of leadership must be established aside for context to mature. For me, the pivotal realization I gained about leadership came from the referenced C.O.P.E. leadership development training mention in that previous article. CLICK HERE TO REVIEW. Like the Leadership 21 group, I had to spend a weekend at camp with a group of people intent on the same aims—to bond with the fellow participants through a common experience driven by rigorous endeavor deigned to break down physical and emotional barriers—a kind of mini-boot camp.
Before I say what I will next keep in mind that I came from a time where it was very important to participate in sports activities so that a letter for your school jacket could be obtained. I’m sure this is still a concern with young people, but when I was growing up in the 80’s, this was extremely important—and I was on a search as to why. Having tremendous physical aptitude I was successful in any sport I wished to participate in, but elected not to after a run-in with my junior high coach who took the fun of sports and distorted it into a maze of social control. I didn’t approve of the tiered system of social development emerging in grade school where letters of extracurricular participation earned social merit. Those letters determined what kind of girls you could date, what kind of friends you had—and ultimately what type of job and personal life one might hope to obtain, so I was on a search as to why and to question that reality. The sales pitch from that junior high coach was that the more letters on a jacket, the higher on the pecking order of life you could obtain. I rejected this from the outset—which caused major conflict.
Looking for adventure that did not involve the public school a friend talked me into joining his High Adventure Explorer post—a kind of post-graduate Boy Scout program that was co-ed. It was just the kind of thing I was looking for—a quirky group ran by aerospace engineers, school teachers, and bank managers who could set the table for many weekends of adventure which I excelled at. I gave them many headaches and scares as my natural leadership ability and physical aptitude brought a wake of personalities behind me that could get into a lot of trouble. But within two years I was elected vice-president of the Cincinnati Dan Beard Council—which wasn’t exactly the direction I wanted to go in. It was just the current of events that carried a fate to that destination. Like most things when I believe too many people attach themselves to me directly I find a way to shake them off whether it is some controversy, conflict, or direct infusion of animosity freeing me from obligation into their affiliation. The reason why points back to that C.O.P.E. experience for which I am about to explain.
For a rainy spring weekend members of several local Explore Posts attended the Challenging, Outdoor, Physical, Experience otherwise known as (C.O.P.E.). It was a series of obstacles such as large walls, zip lines, and barriers designed to develop leadership skills through joint venture. I attended already being very familiar with Camp Friedlander where C.O.P.E. was held. For two consecutive prior years I attended the Explore Post Olympics they had each summer where all the area Posts competed against each other in events like swimming, softball, obstacle courses, and other acts of stamina. Among them were Police Posts and Fire Fighter Posts which began a rivalry that started way back then and persists to this day. Out of hundreds of area kids my friend and I as 16-year-olds dominated the obstacle course and other physical events against our rivals which paved the way for some very intense and positive experiences. So returning to the camp for a weekend of C.O.P.E. activity was an experience I looked forward to. The event involved pitching a tent and sharing the campground with the fellow participants who would endure the rigors of many challenges over the weekend. As the events proceeded over the next 48 hours natural bonding of relationships occurred and people participating formed friendships—except me, and a few of the same friends who attended the yearly Olympic event. We stayed to ourselves as we usually did—in spite of the bonding activity which drew the attention of the activity directors in a negative way.
On the second day after proving to be among the most physically proficient and creative problem solvers the camp directors had enough of my anti-social behavior. It was time for a celebration lunch to wrap up the weekend and the directors had planned a small feast cooked over Colman stoves and water jugs. Our campsite did have some picnic tables which were covered with a pitched tarp and all the cooking was done under them as a heavy afternoon spring rain rolled in. I socialized in a healthy way, but maintained my distance during the preparation of the food and when it came time to eat; there wasn’t enough space under the tarp to eat at a picnic table along with the other 25 participants. So a friend and I sat at a picnic table out in the rain. We took our food and sat down only shielded by a cowboy style hat which dripped water into my food consistently. But it was better than being cramped at a table with all the other participants trying to eat with no elbow room to move. But, that is exactly what the event directors wanted to see—everyone meshing together cozy and assimilated under their tarp eating together. Ridicule came in my direction for picking up my food to eat in the rain rather to sit with the rest of the group.
It wasn’t that I didn’t like the other people, or that I was trying to take a particular anti-social stand—I just wanted to be comfortable and it was more enjoyable to eat in the pouring rain than to sit crushed together on a bench with other smelly adolescents after a weekend without showering in the woods. For me, the rain was a shower and I enjoyed the cleansing effect of the water. But for the event directors, I saw from them the same kind of animosity that I saw from the junior high gym teacher, kids who valued lettered school jackets and social mechanisms of assimilation as opposed to individual development. The longer we sat in the rain, the angrier the event directors became especially when their condemnation became harsher, but did not change my behavior. The more they said, the more I wanted to sit in the rain.
To this day when groups get together for drinks—I usually don’t go. When they conjugate for whatever reason, I am usually not a part of it. Now as then I would rather sit in the rain than huddle up with perfect strangers to stay dry, and I could spend entire weekends not speaking to anybody and be completely happy. I would say that I could handle months of that type of activity, but can’t conceive that it would ever be possible. People like me are always viewed as suspicious and called things like “lone wolf” and “anti-social” but what is behind those names is resentment that I put up barriers to being looted mentally by those who seek to do so. The camp directors knew that I was one of the stand-outs of the weekend leadership exercise called C.O.P.E. and they needed my buy-in for everyone else to assimilate together into their concept of a “team.” To do that they must get everyone to chase after the goals they set—whether it is letters on a school jacket to show how much extracurricular activity one has participated in—which tells all the girls that you are a socially acceptable male that has future earnings power—or whether the camp directors give you an award for outstanding leadership that can get you elected into higher office politically. The system only works if the best and brightest buy into their interpretation of reality. It takes people of value to endorse those activities. I knew early on that I was one of those people of value and I have never desired to give it away to those trying to curry favor. Not to be mean, or anti-social, but to preserve it for myself to use as I saw fit. In the world of the 20th century, and so far the 21st, that type of mentality is considered selfish—but I would call it sustaining. I learned at those leadership camps the opposite of what they intended.
At Camp Friedlander my Explore Post and those of the police and fire groups fought like cats and dogs. We raided their camps at night with harassment knowing that they were future authority figures and we beat them in the competitions handedly. They were always ran by parents who were cops and firefighters so it gave us great pleasure to throw bug spray into their campfires to explode unexpectedly—so to defy them as authority figures. Sure we got into trouble, but it was well worth it. They were always the most arrogant, so they were the most fun to beat. And I will always be grateful for the experiences I learned there even if it turned out to be the opposite of what the camp directors intended. Most people are taught early in their lives to fear the “lone wolf.” When a crazed gunman unloads bullets into a crowd, the first conclusion usually drawn is that the assailant was one of those dreaded “lone wolfs” who are “anti-social.” But the real fear of such people and anger which comes from that fear is that “lone wolfs” are simply people who refuse to be physically and intellectually looted. Sometimes the pressure of social castigation causes them to crack and they go on some rampage, or seek relief in suicide, or substance abuse. But the cause of that pressure is the invisible barrier between being willingly molested intellectually by the empty vessels of existence or fighting them. Real leadership is in understanding this, not in surrendering to those who wish to do the molesting.
About 15 years after my Camp Friedlander experiences I worked at Cincinnati Milacron and was moved to a repair facility in Lebanon, Ohio. I worked third shift and would spend gladly vast amounts of time alone. I got along well with the five or six other guys who worked with me on that shift, but when it came time for breaks, they all ate together, whereas I would sit and read my books alone. Often, I climbed to the top of a tall hill that was in the back of our facility and look out over the city while reading by a small pocket flashlight. This angered the other guys and they thought of my behavior as “anti-social.” They would say, “do you think you’re too good for us,” or “do you think your shit don’t stink.” In truth, they had hit the nail on the head—but I cared enough about them to not rub their nose in it. On my breaks, I had no desire to talk about drinking, bagging and tagging women, and uttering every other word as a curse term. I had personal higher standards than them, and didn’t wish to surrender those standards in exchange for their approval. Time with them was not worth what I lost in the process.
Leadership is in having values that are likely well out in front of everyone else and acting on them even when it means you have to stand alone. Being a leader is in sitting in the rain when social pressure says you must assimilate, or in joining with the other guys on an off-shift so that they don’t have to feel guilty about their deplorable values when they look at you. In truth they want to hear that you have an extramarital affair, or that you got drunk on a Saturday night because it releases them from judgment based on their own insecurities and behavior. There were times that I climbed up that hill to read my book knowing it brought great pain to my co-workers minds as they chugged away with cigarettes below knowing that I was out of their intellectual reach and that if they wanted to converse, they’d have to step up to my level, not me down to theirs. Their anger is that you—as a leader—set a value judgment that they were too lazy to meet.
At Camp Friedlander it was leadership to be one of the outstanding forces at C.O.P.E. in line to receive a special award from the directors, but to make a value judgment that the other kids stunk after a weekend in the woods and much physical activity without deodorant—and that sitting in the rain made more sense than being locked arm and arm with others just because the event directors wanted a picture of assimilation on the wall of the Friedlander mess hall to show how successful they were in training tomorrow’s leaders to follow directions. Leadership is not in making others feel good, following directions, or making people feel like they are just as good as you are by bringing down your standards to meet theirs. Being a leader is in either bringing others up to your level, or making them look at the contrast so that they might want to improve themselves—or even best you in natural competition. The gym teacher in junior high was wrong in his emphasis on school jacket lettering. Everyone one of those kids today is a mess because the values that were taught to them were not conducive to being the leader of a family—and their lives with spouses and children have disintegrated for the most part—universally. Years proved me right even though at the time the teacher conducted quite a smear campaign against me with terms like “lone wolf” and “social outcast” to coax me into his group assimilation. He wanted me to run track and be on his basketball team, and thought this was the best way to encourage me. The other members of C.O.P.E. who followed directions and ate under the tarp found their lives thereafter less than fulfilling. And the kid who ate with me in the rain more or less had a nervous breakdown a year later. The pressure of what I was teaching was just too great compared to the other forces in his life preaching compliance. We haven’t spoken in 26 years because he turned to drugs for relief which I am vehemently against. The third shift people all lost their jobs soon after I moved to another position and no longer carried the pace of that shift. Without my presence, those workers took longer smoke breaks, and were much less productive because there was nobody to set a standard for them to meet. Ultimately this is what a leader is—someone who sets a standard for others to live by—not one who can be moved through peer pressure to act against their observations.
I learned leadership at Camp Friedlander although not the way they designed it. When I was elected Vice President of the Dan Beard Council it wasn’t because I sat huddled under a tarp with smelly kids, or had a run of successes with my Explore Post in the summer competitions—it was because I was dating the girl whose father was on the council and she begged him for my inclusion. But the reason she liked me above the other competition was because I sat in the rain alone, and I was the first to jump over a wall, climb a tree, or trudge through a cave without a flashlight in neck high water. And every success I have had since that time to the present has been of a similar type. The world is hungry for leaders—but leaders must lead—and not get tricked into being followers—and that is exactly what is happening at the Leadership 21 courses.
I served all of one day as the VP of the Dan Beard Council. Looking back on it the times were murky and it wasn’t always obvious which way was correct. But what I knew I didn’t want was to become another board member bureaucrat so I sabotaged the relationships that put me in that position with malicious action to free me so that once again I was free to sit on top of a hill with my books and look out over a city without the expectations of others trying to pull me into some social context. I have done the same thing many times over the years when I get pulled too closely into the collective thoughts of others. Most notably recently would be the other members of No Lakota Levy. It takes leadership to know when gears need to be shifted and when action must take place. Leadership is not in getting along by yielding values for some perceptual greater good defined by the corrupt. Leadership is seeing and acting on events before anybody else can—and to see clearly often a leader must isolate themselves from the chaos of living and view unhindered the forces amassed on the battlefields of life and make decisions based on their solitary judgment. This runs counter to every other teaching method in public schools and government orthodox, but it takes a leader to understand it. It will be for others to confirm much later on. The pressures of being a leader are enormous and most who try will fail. Those are the “lone wolfs” who go on rampages or falter into drug induced stupors. But for those who make it, and survive, they are what make the world tick—and that cannot be taught in classes like Leadership 21, or C.O.P.E. It has to come from the heart and mind of a real leader and by nature, the masses are not equipped for the task. Instead, they stay hunched under a tarp waiting for the rain to stop while the leader waits for nothing and is a product of their own creation in spite of whatever forces might stand in their way.
Rich Hoffman
August 12, 2014
The Chamber Alliance Error: Leadership 21 efforts to make a community of followers
Many years ago I attended a leadership course called C.O.P.E. (Challenging Outdoor Physical Experience) which was an early, hard-core version of the same type of thing that members of the West Chester Chamber Alliance conduct through their Leadership 21 course. See the below video for testimonials by the Class of 2012 where Lakota Treasurer Jenny Logan attended. The goal of the endeavor was to force participants to realize that they could not achieve certain tasks alone—but needed to find ways to work together to achieve objectives. Among the tasks was the fall from a ladder, having to work to climb a tall wall with nothing but the people on your team as support, and having to move 15 people across a series of tree stumps using only two 2X4’s without anybody touching the ground. The exercise was designed to destroy the illusion that individuals can go it alone and must rely on others. There were some useful elements to the program, but conclusively what I learned was that as a natural leader I had to bend people to my will to use them to my effect—to get over a wall without tools—and that most everyone else had very little else to contribute to the problem solving efforts. I had to bend them to my will for their own good and the intentions of the task at hand. That is the heavy responsibility that leaders have—but the issue of why some people are leaders, and some not—and why everybody can’t be one is the topic of obsession revolving around the parameter of the Leadership 21 course and public education in general. Over the years I have rejected most of what the C.O.P.E. organizers implemented in their course and proven their theories inaccurate. Sadly, the organizers of Leadership 21 have not yet realized this error in leadership study—and are contaminating the many minds of the West Chester and Liberty Township communities with out-dated tripe.
For those who now understand what Agenda 21 is, and how buzz words like “sustainable development” are indications of the United Nations attempt to supplant local government with government from the United Nations and the progressive politics driving them, it should be easily recognized what Leadership 21 is—it is leadership training for the 21st century. The point of emphasis and I know this first hand—is the recognition that individuals must integrate themselves into collective assistance and that only team building exercises have any social merit. The new class for Leadership 21 2015 is coming up and begins in September of 2014 running through May of the new calendar year and will likely include more involvement from Lakota schools under the guidance of Superintendent Karen Mantia and school board vice-president Lynda O’Conner. In the above video Jenny Logan the Lakota treasurer provided testimony as to the effectiveness of the course saying “this process allowed me to let go…..to learn. I learned more about me, and to let go.” Of course when she says to let go she is referring to the process undermining an individual’s desire to be in control of one’s destiny and to fall into arms of the collective group—the team assembled for the Leadership 21 course. This is most elaborately exhibited in the fall from the ladder backwards into the waiting arms of your teammates with the message that it’s OK to fall, because someone will catch you.
Over the last 20 years I have rejected the things that such leadership courses tried to teach me understanding that the bottom-line to their message was a greater dependency on the social safety net of public services. In my adventures with C.O.P.E. there were many police and fire department organizations who took the exact same course and the message to them was that a social safety net had more power than any one individual. That conclusion of course has proven to be complete, unmitigated hogwash and it is incredibly disappointing to see that one of the wealthiest areas in the State of Ohio—if not the United States—has so little understanding about the nature of entrepreneurship than to adhere to this foolish idea of leadership in the 21st century as it was disseminated by some idiot in Geneva, Switzerland.
The exercises given in Leadership 21 of recognizing certain values in your co-workers—or team members is one to obviously pull the awareness of individuals away from themselves and onto others—to get to know their names, to see changes in their appearance, to pay attention to “others” as a valuable trait. But this has nothing to do with real leadership other than making people feel good about themselves in the presence of others. Leadership is not about making people feel good, or softening the human race’s desire for intense competition. Leadership is about decision-making ahead of a given problem and mathematically there are not many people capable or willing to stand at the cutting edge of a decision-making process to perform a leadership task—otherwise there would be more good leaders.
Business cannot breed leaders through such a class to believe that through collective collaboration and multiple viewpoints that a correct decision about anything can ever be reached. What they are teaching at such courses like Leadership 21 is to follow, not lead. The purpose of Leadership 21 is the same as the C.O.P.E. course I was involved in, and that is to teach that the new leader of the 21st century is “consensus,” and that everyone needed to let go, and surrender to it putting aside their individual needs. The end result, and falsehood of their premise is that following is more important than leading and that the business community needs to adopt these measures to better serve the collective hive of society through public enterprise. Where the emphasis of C.O.P.E. was to ultimately develop firefighters and police officers, Leadership 21 is also concerned with public education and law enforcement. It is ultimately those services which become the pace setters of modern society—according to them—and that is just wrong.
Leadership 21 has an intention of teaching their yearly class of students to migrate out into the community to spread the message of what they learned—and the crux of that consensus always points to more taxation, more legislation, and an expansion of government in general. The purpose of the Leadership 21 alums is to convince all resistance to such expansion to step aside and bend to the will of consensus because it is the collective sum of their merry band of followers who set the course for which society must obey. And this is the primary philosophy taught in public schools—and the reason that Jenni Logan as Treasurer at Lakota was accepted as opposed to another applicant. But another alumni of Leadership 21 is the former superintendent of Lakota Ron Spurlock. The leaders of the 21st century are everyone, not just the few exceptional people with skill and aptitude. In the world of the Leadership 21 types, everyone has a chance to be a leader through collaboration masking their personal incompetency of individual judgment. They intend to end the top down model of a solitary innovator, and entrepreneur who goes it alone and drives GDP with their cutting edge leadership—they hope to attach to such people a host of parasites who can hold such a person up if only they could convince them to fall into the arms of the community from atop a tall ladder.
But leaders are supposed to avoid falling altogether, and if they do their jobs right, there should never be any arms to fall into. They should never have the need. The world of the real leader is out on the edge of perception well in front of the rest of society who watches like timid animals about to step out of a hole where a snake is feared to be perched. A real leader already has gotten by any danger and found the way forward—and followers tow behind as they should—and they need to keep their mouths shut so that the leader can think about what is yet ahead and not be encumbered by some encounter group trying to build the self-esteem of a weak-kneed group.
Leadership 21 is just another instance of how public sector jobs such as police, fire, and education are hanging their star onto the business community through local Chamber of Commerce organizations and taking credit for the good work done by real job creators. The bridge between the two worlds is the West Chester Chamber Alliance and when it comes time for tax increases, the Chamber expects their Alliance members to give generously—after all they have had the chance to sleep with Jenni Logan at camp and helped push her over a wall, and she was there to catch business leaders as they fell from a tall ladder—and when it comes time to pass a school levy—they’ll think of Jenni, Ron, Karen, and Lynda and remember what nice people they were at Chamber dinners and Leadership 21 events—and they’ll support that school levy every 5 to 7 years—even if it costs them a lot of money in additional taxes. The public pressure through the Chamber Alliance is more painful than the money spent. They’ll support that police levy because through the Chamber, they have met some of those public servants and had their political, social, and otherwise individual opinions stripped away from them through Chamber consensus building exercises—like Leadership 21.
The product of Leadership 21 is a loss of intellect and aptitude because both have to be surrendered to participate fully. When Jenni talks about letting go, this is part of what’s lost—and for some there is relief in losing that responsibility. It is much easier to allow a herd to make decisions than to take full responsibility on an individual basis. What starts with a few people at Camp Joy becomes a community of followers willing to take the leadership of public service as their guiding light. And public officials such as school administrators, police, and many others get to use the shield of the productive to protect them from scrutiny because the Chamber Alliance has arranged for a scam to take place where the productive freely give their efforts to the incompetent. Awards are given and dinners celebrate the exchange, but the general objective was and always will be the theft of value from job creators to shield the failed philosophy of those who wish to advance government and the money it consumes. Leadership 21 is just a fancy way to say that the desire of a 21st century world is that everyone has the opportunity to be a leader—but first the real leaders of society must be convinced to give up their claim to such a title. Then they must accept the help of their fellow community participants with the reduced expectations of competency and replace those expectations with a trust in the team building exercises that Leadership 21 is designed to establish with physical reliance as opposed to intellectual aptitude. Thus the message of Leadership 21 is to surrender thought to physical trust and understand that value judgments are relative to individual position which is subservient to the collective will of consensus. And it is for that reason that I reject the entire premise and believe it to be one of the greatest threats disguised behind good-will that we have before us.
Rich Hoffman www.OVERMANWARRIOR.com
August 11, 2014
Why You Should Cancel Your Membership To The Chamber of Commerce: The hidden hand of politics
The Chamber of Commerce in any local town in America is filled with second-handers who seek to use the thin disguise of “team building” exercises to leech off the truly productive and steer those same minds politically into their desired—collective direction. In my home town it was the Superintendent of Lakota hired by Lynda O’Conner who immediately worked on the members of No Lakota Levy through the Chamber of Commerce to sway them away from any kind of public dialogue that might prevent the public school of Lakota from achieving a tax increase. The goal was to facilitate opinion through networking with Chamber membership and if they could not change their mind about taxing themselves into oblivion—they might at least shut their mouths publicly. At the Four Bridges Country Club in fact on August 12th 2014 Lynda is the emcee for a Chamber discussion about the Affordable Care Act. Members of the Chamber, non members, and walk-ins are welcome of course—and hand-holding is deeply encouraged. After all, what better way to associate with others at the elegant Four Bridges Country Club than through Chamber activity and once there—a subtle stream of collective oriented politics uttered by second-handers permeates the events. (For those not familiar with a popular term I use regarding second-handers—they are people who live off the efforts of other people.) It is not uncommon for local celebrities to speak at such functions so to bring a gravitas of influence that may be used for leverage at a later date—otherwise known as “networking.”
This use of celebrity arranged by Chamber of Commerce groups all over the country is quite common. Many of these members, just as they are in my town, believe they are staunch Republicans—like Patti Alderson whose husband Dick will receive the Everest Award at the Cincinnati Marriott North on August 15th 2014, an event emceed by Clyde Gray of Channel 9, with Archie Griffin as the keynote speaker. (No wonder Channel 9 pulled away from covering the Lakota levy opposition) One of the sponsors of this event is the Cox Media Group who runs the local newspaper……hmmmm, isn’t it interesting how all these things go together. Patti has the ear of the Governor of Ohio as well as the current Speaker of the House and she has her name on virtually every charity event that local Chamber members are a part of, and politics is a big part of these occasions—even though nobody actually talks about politics. They talk around them—but always there is a subtle push to support the collective opinion of the membership leaders—like Patti who supports higher taxes, lame duck politicians (like her good friend John Boehner,) and lots of touchy feely second-hander efforts of community—because she is the definition of second-hander behavior.
On the national stage The Chamber team was scrounging around for ideas, desperate for a silver bullet that might alter the course of the many close campaigns around the country where Tea Party challengers were going up against deeply entrenched Republicans. The national Chamber teams enlisted famous Republicans like Mitt Romney and Jeb Bush to star in television ads for their favored candidates. The formula had paid off. In the Georgia Senate race, they looked beyond politics, convincing Herschel Walker, the iconic University of Georgia football hero whose in-state star power is second only to Jesus, to cut an ad supporting Jack Kingston, the Chamber-backed candidate.
They needed something similar in Mississippi. That’s when Pickering, an acquaintance of former NFL quarterback legend and southern Mississippi native Brett Favre, piped up.
“I think I can get to Brett,” Pickering said.
Reed pulled out his cell phone immediately and thrust it across the table. “Call him.”
The idea set off a madcap scramble to locate Favre, convince him to get involved in a political campaign, and produce a television ad compelling enough to pierce the political clutter on TV and sway new voters who hadn’t participated in the primary, which Cochran lost by only 1,400 votes. An initial survey of the runoff, conducted in the days after the June 3 primary by Chamber pollster Tony Fabrizio, showed Cochran trailing McDaniel by eight points.
“We knew the clock was ticking,” Reed recalls. “Our strategy was to grow the electorate. It was the only way to win. We knew if it was a closed primary, we would have lost. So we made a play for Reagan Democrats. Bubba. And who better than Brett? Especially in southern Mississippi where he is an icon, and where Thad had underperformed.”
It took three days to track down Favre, who was out of the state on vacation. The Chamber also sought out Eli Manning, another NFL standout who starred at Ole Miss. But he passed on the idea. By Monday, just eight days before the runoff, Favre agreed to shoot a pro-Cochran ad on his farm near Hattiesburg. Favre’s parents were schoolteachers; they sold him with Cochran’s promise to protect federal education funding.
“Brett is not a political guy,” says Rob Engstrom, who, along with Reed, helms the Chamber’s political operation. “But when we talked to him about it, he looked at it and said, ‘This is about our state.’ It appealed to him. He said yes right away.”
Back at Chamber headquarters in Washington, across the street from the White House, Reed and Engstrom scrambled the jets.
Their go-to film crew drove through the night across the Gulf Coast from Pensacola, Florida, to Hattiesburg. Their creative director caught a seat on the last flight south out of Dulles. Tuesday morning was spent shooting the commercial on Favre’s 460-acre farm.
Satisfied with the footage, the film crew flew back to Washington that night. The ad was in edit the next morning, and by Wednesday night the commercial — which showed Favre sitting on the bed of a truck, telling viewers that “Thad Cochran always delivers” — was shipped to television stations in Mississippi. The Chamber put $100,000 behind the spot every day for the final six days of the campaign.
Brett Favre, who grew up near Hattiesburg, starred in a Chamber-produced TV spot for Thad Cochran in Mississippi that saturated airwaves in the state for the final week of the runoff election. Cochran pulled off a miracle, winning in narrow and dramatic fashion by only 6,700 votes — a result still being disputed by a flabbergasted McDaniel campaign.
It wasn’t the Chamber’s ad alone that did it. The Cochran campaign made a concerted push to grow turnout after the primary, a push that involved recruiting African-American voters and Republicans who might have otherwise stayed home. Other outside allies coordinated to do the same. But the Chamber’s role in helping drag Cochran over the finish line is undisputed.
“The guys at the Chamber are pros,” says Henry Barbour, a veteran GOP operative and Cochran supporter who ran a super PAC supporting the candidate. “They helped orchestrate an overall strategic effort that at the end of the day helped Sen. Cochran close the margins and win the election.”
The Mississippi runoff was a signal moment for the Chamber in what’s quickly becoming the most aggressive political cycle in its 102-year history.
The conservative-leaning outfit, known mainly for its heavyweight policy and lobbying practices — it spent $74 million on lobbying in 2013, according to the Center For Responsive Politics — has emerged as one of the most powerful actors in American political campaigns, with roughly $17 million spent so far on Senate and House races, all of it on behalf of Republicans friendly to the business community.
In doing so, the Chamber has planted itself firmly on the front line of the GOP establishment’s push to extinguish tea party ideologues wherever they threaten business-backed candidates — in Mississippi, Alabama, Ohio, Kentucky, and elsewhere.
I can attest to this effectiveness, it was through Chamber membership that many of my members of the No Lakota Levy were convinced to sit on their hands and keep quiet during the Lakota tax increase of 2013. I am not a member of the Chamber Alliance—which is what it is called in my community. At the links below, a quick look will tell why. In their publication called the “The Voice” by reading the March edition we were told by Lynne Rhul and Denise DiStasi that “Culture eats strategy for breakfast,” which is an enormously stupid statement. Further during their March 2014 luncheon those two brilliant minds of entrepreneurship stated that there are three main problems with false perceptions of observation—the first is the belief that your way is the right way, even though some of your actions are just based on habit. The second is the fear of the unknown, and the third main problem is making assumptions, including those based on looks or cultural stereotypes. All those things can be applied to how we do business. Lynne further stated that “all life has value, otherwise we would feel entitled to treat others poorly–respect should not be earned, but rather given.” Oh, isn’t that so sweet—and when Lynne said it—the heads in the room were nodding—YES. It is in events like that luncheon that much damage is done in politics. What Lynne Rhul and Denise DiStasi were articulating were basic progressive politics uttered behind the perceptual façade of a conservative business oriented organization.
https://www.thechamberalliance.com/
If that wasn’t enough jump up to the June/July edition of a ”The Voice” at the link below and read about the Leadership 21 segment from William Greenwald—the founder and chief “Neuroleaderologist” from the Windsor Leadership Group. He says that the best way to manage stress is to:
Exercise, exercise, exercise (it’s like “cognitive candy” for the brain)
Recruit positive emotions (e.g. watch a funny movie, get together with a friend, recruit happy memories.)
Control your physiological arousal (e.g. deep breath exercises)
Perform a spiritual activity (e.g. visit your church or take time to say a prayer for someone else.)
Practice mindfulness techniques and self-reflect on forms of gratitude.
Seriously, have a look for yourself.
https://www.thechamberalliance.com/pages/Voice/
So I am not a part of my local Chamber. It is a cesspool of second-handers who want suck off the efforts of those who are actually doing things in the world—taking their money and using their influence gained to manipulate celebrity, finance, politics, and the media to steer society into a progressive direction. The only use that Chamber of Commerce organizations have for their members is to provide a social outlet for people to bang wine glasses together occasionally and feel sophisticated. But what really occurs is that those who are truly sophisticated are used to prop up those who are not and usually it is the ring masters of these events who are doing the leeching. They don’t have a quality event unless the best and brightest from the community attend their luncheons, and ceremonies. So I stay away.
When it is wondered why nothing ever happens in politics and why the status quo seems unmovable—it is because the money that feeds the political machine is either funneled through local Chambers of Commerce or the people who possess such money have their minds encumbered with progressive tripe like the examples provided—spoon fed to them by their local Chamber leaders. All these nice ideas about “all life has value, otherwise we would feel entitled to treat others poorly, respect should not be earned, but rather given,” sound nice while having a luncheon with what everyone thinks are the smartest minds of West Chester nibbling on a catered lunch—but in reality those people haven’t visited a neighborhood in downtown Hamilton recently where crack addicts have destroyed themselves and their children, or the prostitutes on East Avenue continue to spread disease and mayhem to scum bag husbands cheating on their wives—some of which were at that same luncheon. It is reckless, and foolish for Lynne Rhul to preach “no judgment” when everything that one should do in business is make decisions based on judgment—and leadership—not that kind of crap that William Greenwald is talking about—but the kind of leadership that can see things happening for they actually arrive—being at the front of the train instead of in the back—being on the “cutting edge.” Greenwald through the Chamber wastes enormous amounts of productive time steering members toward ridiculous stress management techniques that might as well be taken from an Indian bathing in the Ganges. Following those methods will not lead a community to victory and productive enterprise—it will lead to a dirt road in the middle of a third world country.
But what’s worse than the progressive opinions of these contributors are the hidden efforts to keep the politics of a community from drifting too conservatively away from progressive strategies. I know many of the people who are members of my local Chamber—especially Lynda O’Conner—and even though she sells herself to conservative groups and comes to conservative events—she is not a conservative—not in the way that I am, that’s for sure. And Patti Alderson is of the same mind as Lynda. Those two ladies might be good for arranging a picnic and raising money for some hungry kids, but they have no place “leading” a community to anything with the title “leadership” at its heading—which the Chamber of Commerce groups all across the nation continuously abuse. Chamber of Commerce organizations all across America are simply deployment stations for second-handers who need to suck off the energy of the truly productive. Many people who operate businesses believe that they must take part in these activities—there is a bit of vanity in them which desires to be loved by other human beings for the power and wealth they have accumulated—so they participate because of the social aspects. But they cannot keep second-handers from sucking off of them and then using that looted value to manipulate politics back toward moderate positions contaminated by progressive influence.
If you dear reader really want to fix the world—you should withdrawal your Chamber of Commerce memberships. For those who really want to succeed in business, you won’t learn much from the people who are emcees at Chamber events—and what you do learn will be all the wrong types of things. “Judgment” in business is one of the most important aspects of it—and when it is asserted that judgments should be avoided—you know you are talking to an idiot when it comes to fiscal responsibility, and business enterprise.
Rich Hoffman
