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January 25, 2014
Matt Clark and Rich Hoffman 2014 Prediction Broadcast: “Tapestries of Ideology”
If you were listening today across the vast frozen plains of Southern Michigan to WAAM radio in Ann Arbor you would have heard Clarkcast Radio host Matt Clark speaking to me about the future of America starting in 2014. The theme of our discussion centered around “Tapestries of Ideology” which I mentioned as a way to explain whether or not people cared enough about anything to change the direction of the Republic away from the socialism, liberalism, and sometimes open communism that has infected the American way of life by rabid progressive influence. When the “Tapestries of Ideology” are removed from people—the need for power structures to utilize pairs of opposites to herd people into a particular direction—people find they have more in common than less 100% of the time. I have had elegant dinners with “hit men” who did what they did to keep their wives wrapped in gold and perils, but loved watching Davy Crocket on The Wonderful World of Disney as kids. I’ve associated with judges who ran their entire local political structure ruthlessly—but discovered that deep down inside they loved the movie, “The Sound of Music.” Presently some of my best friends are the kind of people who used to be professional educators and would have hated me a decade ago, but find themselves united with my present crusade. Once those “Tapestries of Ideology” are removed, often it is discovered that people have more in common than not. This led to a very interesting discussion as Matt recorded it with video. He didn’t just want me to call in like a typical guest on talk radio, but he utilized Skype so he could have our discussion on a split screen—which turned out to be a really good idea. Have a look:
Progressives are often given credit for propelling forward the Civil Rights movement, bringing equality to women, and creating a five-day work week with labor union pressure against their employers. Using “Tapestries of Ideology” all those groups propelling so-called “rights”—actually exploited certain collective groups by focusing their energy on pairs of opposite duality so to steer their efforts toward progressive causes. For Civil Rights, progressive groups exploited black oppression, for women, progressives sought to create a “war against women” perpetrated by evil, vile, dirty, heterosexual men. For the weekend oriented work week, labor unions painted the pictures that corporations were evil and slave shops of doom that could not put a check on their selfish motivations. However, once those ideologies are removed from people one on one, it can easily be discovered that most women yearn to have a man’s specific touch in their life and want to be cared for in a passive way, blacks integrate quite well with whites, and most union members are happy to have a job that was created by a corporation and are often grateful. Progressive organizations can only advance their positions with duality and hate—which is why they never really wish to solve any problems. Instead they are perpetually on the outlook for more problems so that they can exploit them to gain power from the process.
What I said to Matt during our half hour broadcast was that this power trick is changing—the old progressive behavior is altering exposing the game of duality that has been played behind the “Tapestries of Ideology” for decades. When those tapestries are removed, people tend to find they have a lot in common—more so than politics would care to admit. When Denver plays Seattle in the next Superbowl entire cities supporting those respective teams will find themselves united. Ideologies of political and progressive nature will be removed because they find themselves supporting the exploits of Payton Manning or the terrific defense of the Seattle Seahawks. However, when the game is over, those tapestries of ideology go back up and the duality nature of progressive politics will return.
I most saw this duality during a game I attended in Tampa, Florida when the Tampa Bay Buccaneers retired the jersey of Mike Alstott. My wife and I flew down from Cincinnati for the game to watch the prime time Sunday night extravaganza. Before the game I attended a tailgate party where firefighters, local girls from the Penthouse strip club, cops, teachers, radio hosts, former players and a number of colorful personalities were enjoying the extended hours before the game. The event began at noon and lasted up until around 7 PM and featured great food, lots of drinks, and a very festive atmosphere. Ideologically I was opposed to most of the people at this tailgate party—but on that day at that time, we were all dressed to kill with skulls, and pirate paraphernalia with the united goal of seeing the Bucs beat the Seahawks. It was very exciting. These are some of my friends from “What The Buc?”
Old School, you are looking good man……………the weight loss is fantastic! 
The Bucs won that game and Raymond James Stadium was rocking as the palm trees inside the stadium waved from a slight breeze to the massive crowed juiced up from the victory. But that wasn’t all, just across town at another stadium the Tampa Bay Rays baseball team was on a run for the World Series and were in the final innings. The game was a game seven as they had been down 4 to 1 against the Boston Red Sox just a few days before. Their comeback was one of the great sports stories at the time and if they won that particular game they’d go to the World Series against The Philadelphia Phillies. In Tampa this was an electrifying moment. My wife and I flew to Tampa essentially just for the Buccaneer game and the night before on a flight out of Baltimore the captain knowing that game 6 was so important to most of the passengers headed for Tampa piped in the game to the in-seat headsets. I listened to the Rays win that game going to game 7 the following night and the plane erupted with cheers. It was a phenomenal experience as perfect strangers were high fiving each other just because the game ended with the Tampa Bay Rays winning the game.
The next day prior to the Buccaneer tailgate party my wife and I had lunch outside at a nice restaurant at the International Mall. On October 19th 2008, it was a warm day in Florida and very pleasant around noon. We had stayed the night before at the same hotel where the Seattle Seahawks were staying. Due to the collective hostility toward them, they stayed in their rooms confined to their wing, mainly for their own protection as Tampa was revved up for their sports teams everywhere anybody went. It was a hostile environment for a visiting team to the Bay area. My wife and I ordered up a fine bottle of wine since we arrived late into town and the hotel let us have the outside pool area to ourselves until 2 AM as a special favor. We were having a nice time. This carried over to a nice breakfast by the bay, some quick phone calls to my Tampa contacts at the tailgate party, then arrangement for lunch. At the International Mall even that early in the day on a Sunday people were absolutely ecstatic having two massive sports events in town at the same time, the Buccaneer game and the Rays’ playoff game. It was an electrifying lunch which just intensified as the day wore on.
Many hours later, the Buc game ended in a victory but the Rays games was still rolling on. So the Raymond James Stadium crew turned on the rest of the Rays game onto the jumbotron scoreboards so the fans at the Buccaneers game could watch the Rays win that remarkable comeback performance against the Boston Red Sox. When David Price got the final out of that game I have never heard such an eruption of fan excitement as I did that day. The entire Raymond James Stadium exploded into cheers that were so intense that I thought the concrete of the place would shake apart. And it wasn’t just inside the stadium, but outside as well. The cars on the streets tooted their horns wherever they were and a rumble of cheers came from the city streets from as far away as sound could carry them. The ceremony went on for many hours and lasted all the way back to our hotel. The streets were clogged with people who stopped in the street and were dancing on their cars. It was an amazing experience.
I found myself joined with those people as a rugged individualist even though many of the people who wanted to shake my hand and hug me were likely people who would find my politics and social stance reprehensibly too strict for them. This was because the “Tapestries of Ideology” had been removed by the Buccaneer football game and the World Series entry of the Tampa Bay Rays. That emotion lasted until we got on a plane the next day, on a Monday and flew home. Once we landed back in Cincinnati, the “Tapestries of Ideology” were back in full force as Cincinnati had not experienced such a thing. The Reds had lost yet again, and the Bengals still sucked and people had nothing to unit them away from their personal ideologies created for them by power groups and charlatans.
As I told Matt, in 2014 the “Tapestries of Ideology” are coming down not because of a sporting event, but because information is so easy to receive from new media, video games requiring thought are outselling movies, television is being forced to produce thoughtful programming instead of sophomoric “booby humor” and the realization that most everybody has been lied to by a politician from both parties is impossible to escape. Common non-political people are sick of politics because it’s in their face now that Obamacare is taking more of their money with unjust taxation. For the same reason that the Seattle Seahawks had to stay in their hotel rooms in Tampa gazing from their balconies down onto my wife and I lounging at the pool below them trapped like convicts, politicians are finding that the world outside of Washington D.C. is not friendly to them. The “Tapestries of Ideology” are no longer hiding the antics of Obama and his miscreants of duality. They are exposed, and the things that normally divide people are failing, uniting unlikely souls toward uncharted territory.
I predicted to Matt that before 2014 ends this illuminating statistic would become more pronounced. It may not be measurable month by month—like the hands of a clock. If you stare at the situation, little movement will be observed. But if you turn away and look again five minutes from now, a huge change in hand position will be noticed. Thus, the same type of thing will occur throughout 2014. Watching day by day throughout February, March, and April, little will appear to change, but by the time that we reach December of 2014, quite a lot will. People are waking up and the old tricks executed with the “Tapestries of Ideology” are not working because people know what are behind those tapestries. They now know what they conceal and it is no longer enough to just look at the surface of things. People are looking deeper.
The top-selling books on the market are not the Steven King types as they have been in the past, they are Bill O’Reilly, Glenn Beck, Charles Krauthammer and Star Wars all works of tradition, thought, and rebellion against established thinking. The time has come and gone for the progressive. They have ruined the world, and are presently still in power, but the mess they made people resent—and they can no longer hide behind “Tapestries of Ideology.” Without those tapestries, there isn’t anything to hide the true intentions of the progressive—and that is what 2014 in the context of history most will be known for. Mark it on your calendar—because it will be a big year for truth, justice……………………..and the American Way as the “Tapestries of Ideology” come crashing down.
Rich Hoffman
January 24, 2014
Joan Powell Was Thinking About Me: The start of a long born strategy
Did retired school board member Joan Powell and newly elected Lakota school board president Julie Shaffer really think that attacking me for going on WLW all the time illuminating the many mistakes made in public education—that the pressure against them would go away if I were not quoted on the mainstream radio and newspaper anymore? Did they think that if television stations stayed away from me because I made “incendiary” comments about women and the kind of idiots who typically join PTA groups that they would gain strategic positioning? Did they really think they’d change the dialogue using traditional tricks which I was well aware of—and used to my advantage? Apparently—they were just that stupid and continue to be as they are apparently bewildered by the large number of conservative leaning school board members entering into the public education management of districts. Here is a quote from Joan in a recent Michael Clark article in The Cincinnati Enquirer.
Still, recently retired Lakota school board President Joan Powell – a 16-year board veteran and one of the most influential school officials in the region during her tenure – wonders whether the publicly stated goals of some new board members match their political agendas.
“Unfortunately some of these individuals are not just interested in reducing expenses and maintaining taxes at their current level. There are those that have a goal to destroy public education as it exists – government schools, they call them – and use anti-tax and pro-voucher issues to reduce funding to schools to help reach that goal,” she said.
“A lot of damage can be done during a four-year term. By then voters should know what they stand for and whether (board members) are working in the best interests of the school district and the voters.”
Damage for whom—tax payers or education empire builders? The damage Joan is talking about is for her view of education, which is corrupt and devastating for American enterprise. So that’s a good thing when people like her are on the out.
Here’s a news flash that they and a whole bunch of others in the mainstream media and government school gate keepers have neglected to consider—that a plan hatched many years ago by a small number of Southern Ohio education reformers is just now manifesting into reality—and what they are seeing is just the beginning. If they think for a second that everything is going back to how public education was in the 90s and 2000s, they are sadly—and pathetically mistaken. Labor union domination of public education is ending and they are fighting to preserve a way of life that is out-dated, and destructive to American education not just in name—but actual function.
I know of about 80 different elected officials who visit this site—Overmanwarrior’s Wisdom about 3 times a week. There are even more who read here that consider running for an office and use the encouragement they receive from these words to pursue those objectives. Whoever thought that I poured so much work into 1500 word daily articles to appease the fools who have the mind of an egg-shell, and the patience of a shooting star—that the kind of people who enjoy tabloid magazines and television were my target audience? Whoever was so naive to think that each and every step over the last four years was not a carefully considered chess match where even the controversial elements were calculated to the maximum effect with deep psychological impact highlighting issues at many levels? I’m pretty good at chess—at strategy—and managing people. Sometimes the most important work is not in front of the camera or behind the microphone but in arranging an army of such people to do those tasks instead of just one person. Initially, you have to lead by example so that they can see how things should be done—but once they learn—they can then take the effort and run with it independently. Wasn’t it clear that was what was going on?
Apparently not. When Joan said, “Unfortunately some of these individuals are not just interested in reducing expenses and maintaining taxes at their current level. There are those that have a goal to destroy public education as it exists – government schools, they call them – and use anti-tax and pro-voucher issues to reduce funding to schools to help reach that goal,” she was thinking about me. The more I worked with Lakota, the more I hated government schools—and that is a term that I have increasingly used. If I were to run for school board I could not sit next to Julie Shaffer to manage the district without major, major confrontations—MAJOR confrontations. If left to me, public education would be defunded and eradicated replaced by free market options where the government was not involved at all. But I am happy to let people who do not feel quite so strongly join school boards and fight the good fight in a more civil manner. I have more impact with more people not being an elected representative as opposed to locking horns with someone like Julie wasting my time on something that is already dying on the vine. In 15 years, what will any of her arguments matter? If other people wish to engage in that argument—that is good—but I am more effective elsewhere. The strategic position for this matter is not behind a name plate—but here.
The kind of people like Julie who organized the media blitz with the Enquirer to come after me personally should never be involved in educating children. CLICK TO REVIEW. They are not competent and are only given that ability with a government monopoly. I will certainly never forgive Julie for what she tried to do to me—or Joan. They used the collective entity of Lakota to satisfy their inner desire to be relevant socially—to mask personal mistakes—and to achieve that they needed to get me out of their way so management of schools could return to the unions at the cost of children’s minds—and they’d stoop to no low to achieve it. Did they think that I’d give up and just retreat? Did they think that more would not join the fight with me? Yes, that is precisely what they believed.
The Enquirer should have seen this coming. I explained it to Clark in great detail September of 2010. I layed all this out for him in my back yard while I was cutting targets with my bullwhips and he had his photographer snapping away pictures. I knew as I spoke that he was scheming to build me up so that he could take me down again the way he and others did with Arnie Engle in Fairfield. So I let him take the bait and run with it. My plans were different—when the moment came—more than just I would move into strategic position to affect change. So whatever schemes Clark had in mind would be useless in the long run—and I knew that. He didn’t understand it just as Joan, and Julie Shaffer didn’t get it. They actually thought by pandering to their latte sipping fat ass, guilt ridden, bitchy voting base that they could continue forever the scam of public education. Well, obviously they can’t.
Sure they won their last levy at Lakota by manipulation and wasting hundreds of thousands of tax payer dollars to move the needle just a few percentage points with a wear-down tactic taught in Columbus to school board members. But it’s a short-term victory as the ship they have fought to keep afloat is sinking. Many of the districts mentioned in the Enquirer article, such as West Clermont—where I know quite a few of those people there—and they are readers here and have been for years now—the proof that schools waste tax money on teacher unions, and scam ridden politics will be exposed destroying the myth that higher taxes make for a better community. And that is what people like Joan and Julie are worried about. Ten years from now they will be shown to be wrong in their assertions about education and neurotic in their approach—and it will be embarrassing for them.
I will make damn sure of it—that everyone remembers.
We’re just getting started folks…………this is far from a completed strategy. But we’re only about four years into it. Another four years will yield even more results not in their favor and bitching about it like this news is “new” won’t take away the blunt edge of reality.
Rich Hoffman
January 23, 2014
Doc Thompson’s First Year On The Blaze: Lunch at Skip’s
I have never felt so bad for a person as I did for Doc Thompson while on his long-planned honeymoon when he was fired from 700 WLW radio. The station wanted to make room for Eddie Fingers and Doc threatened the target market of Willie, and Cunningham had more leverage at the company. Darryl Parks who hired Doc was on his way out after taking a corporate job at Clear Channel where he found himself also terminated a year later. My involvement with WLW deteriorated quickly after Doc’s exit. They sort of put on the table for me to fill the radio role of a villain/sexist as an on air personality, but I had no desire to play along with that Chuck Fredrick strategy. My radio role was the Tax Killer as molded by Darryl Parks and put into play by Doc Thompson and I believed it with all my heart and sole, unlike the other radio characters at WLW who mostly put on an act for their audience. I had no desire to become the Andy Furman of the air waves, or Carmine Guzman. So after Doc’s exit I quickly lost interest in the station. I had other things I could do in life so not appearing on WLW wouldn’t be a big deal to me—but for Doc, it was his life. He lives, breaths, eats, drinks, and thinks talk radio 24 hours a day 7 days a week. For him, I knew the termination at 700 WLW hurt and as brave of a voice as he tried to apply to the situation when he spoke to me about it on the phone—I could tell how much pain it brought him. I felt terrible about it and was very resentful of WLW. I tried to maintain business etiquette, but they were much diminished in my eyes.
Doc Thompson now works directly for Glenn Beck and has recently just completed his first year on The Blaze Radio Network. Doc reminisced a bit about this experience celebrating his first year with his producer Skip LeCombe. Glenn had joked with Doc about going to Skip’s for lunch. The joke was in the context of when WLW fired Doc by inviting him to a Skip’s Deli for lunch to break the bad news. Beck was poking fun with Doc and Skip—but in reality after their first year—it was the opposite situation from what was experienced at WLW. Over the last year, Doc and Skip have traveled all over the United States and given hundreds of personal speeches to crowds of people on behalf of The Blaze making Doc’s new boss—Glenn Beck—very, very happy. The Blaze Radio has grown tremendously and Doc Thompson has been a big reason why. Have a listen:
Several months after the termination of Doc from WLW he had taken a job in Detroit, but that station was changing direction to an all sports channel leaving Doc and Skip on the out again. Laura Ingram had announced that she was giving up her syndication show, and Doc positioned himself to fill that spot—but it wasn’t going well. On the day after Thanksgiving in 2012 Doc hosted as a fill in for Glenn Beck and after he got off the air he called me to vent a bit. I was taking my daughter out to lunch that day but we took some time to talk with Doc as I felt badly for him yet again the bad luck hovering behind him like an evil specter. The job options for a guy like him were slim. Stations were steering away from hard conservatives and libertarians as the FCC was applying indirect pressure to diversify the airwaves with more progressive personalities. The job market for a guy like Doc was slim—really slim.
Doc wanted a syndication show and there wasn’t really a path to get there. A month after that phone call, Glenn Beck offered Doc Thompson the chance of a life time—a chance to run the prime time spot of 6 AM to 9 AM on a new radio station called The Blaze Radio which would be internet based capitalizing on the new web-based media productions that could be experienced with mobile devices, podcasts, and satellite radio. Doc would be the lead-in to Glenn Beck himself who has daily listeners in the millions—so this was the chance Doc had really been working for his entire life.
Now, a year later The Blaze has become a trusted news source for millions of people, and Doc has been at the helm. Glenn Beck as Doc mentioned in his broadcast could have taken his hundreds of millions of dollars and sat on all that money for the rest of his life living comfortably. But, instead, he has extended himself out to this freedom fight creating The Blaze for people who do not like the direction of the current United States. Because of Glenn Beck, a person like Doc and Skip have a place to work—which is a market that is shrinking rapidly as machine politics is working behind the scenes to shut down any opposition to their way of thinking. Glenn Beck with Doc Thompson has shown once again why he is so far out in front of the curve—The Blaze is now being picked up not just all over the world on iHeart Radio and Pandora, but conventional stations who are putting it into syndication.
Doc has a radio style that is the opposite of Howard Stern. Both hosts are funny, and fought their way through multiple hardships to overcome tremendous opposition against them. Both are very tall, and exceptionally intelligent. But Doc is squeaky clean and very, very funny while Stern has resorted to pubescent jokes and shock jock material to advance himself. Doc is to the radio world one of the best voices of liberty that there is—and it’s not an act—he is 100% authentic to his beliefs. What he states on the air, he believes with his very soul—and that makes him a very sincere and genuine person that is quite exceptional.
I am proud of Doc and Skip for their willingness to fight it out the way they did. I am proud of Glenn Beck for taking a chance on Doc, and I am proud off all the millions of people who have turned off traditional radio and turned on The Blaze. That decision alone has forced traditional radio to grudgingly seek syndication of Doc and Skip’s show for the kind of content that radio listeners actually want—not the kind of crap the FCC wants to ram down people’s throats. The kind of radio that WLW indicated to Doc that they were going to give to the world when they fired him at Skip’s Deli has turned out to be just another sports station with dying hosts barely shadowing their former self. With the devastating news after an otherwise wonderful honeymoon and a chance to begin a life anew WLW did Doc and the world a great favor. Doc could have rolled over and let the world crush him—but he didn’t—even in the darkest moments of his life—a period where he called me on the phone after concluding a fill-in for Glenn Beck the day after Thanksgiving where he would have been justified at being angry with the world—he didn’t give up. It is that kind of resiliency that is taking The Blaze Radio Network to new levels of entertainment and professionalism changing forever the nature of radio entertainment. It has been a good year—and the start of something truly special that will go down in history as a pinnacle moment for the human race.
Rich Hoffman
January 22, 2014
Harvey Weinstein’s Stupid Anti-NRA Film: Why ‘Expendables 3′ will destroy Meryl Streep
When Harvey Weinstein promised to make a movie with Meryl Streep going after the National Rifle Association, he declared war against middle America. His statements were a simple declaration that many already knew—that Hollywood is teeming with parasitic liberals hell-bent on a destructive progressive agenda. For such a prominent producer and actress to make such a bold statement is to declare their alliance with collectivism and the breath of evil which has blown it along through the ages. So I look forward to Meryl’s anti-gun movie—because I’ll make a bet with the liberal Hollywood elite—I bet as of January 2014 that the Sylvester Stallone film Expendables 3 will out gross Streep’s anti-NRA film by over $700 dollars per screen in every market outside of New York and Los Angeles. I will also bet that Stallone’s film will top $300 million at the box office while Streep will be lucky to break $100 million. So go ahead Harvey—make your silly NRA movie and watch all the people who will go see Expendables 3 instead. The bottom line in the movie world is that middle America decides if films are hits or successes—and in that region—they love their guns and they hate big government. Expendables 3 will do more for the sale of guns than Weinstein’s picture will do against them—and the liberal Hollywood machine will be left scratching their heads. Their premier actress Meryl Streep will be out grossed by a bunch of retired action stars from the 1980s—and they’ll do it spectacularly. Critics will pan the film with negative reviews, entertainment web-sites and television broadcasts will declare the Expendables 3 has bad production values and glorifies guns and killing—but it won’t matter. Expendables 3 will top $300 million at the box office when it hits theaters this upcoming August—place your bets now. And Harvey’s film will barely make its money back from the production costs.
My son-in-law had been raving about how good Expendables 2 was, and even as he was declaring it—I had my doubts. I enjoyed the first one, but certainly didn’t go out of my way to see the second one at theaters. Growing up in the 80s I sort of take it for granted that movies like the Expendable films get made—as they used to come out every couple of months in America during the Reagan presidency. I truly enjoyed seeing all those great action stars again in Jason Stratham, Jet Li, Sylvester Stallone, Chuck Norris, Jean-Claude Van Damme, Bruce Willis, and Arnold Schwarzenegger all in the same movie kicking absolute ass during the entire duration of the plot. I didn’t think I’d enjoy it as much as a film like 2013’s Man of Steel, Iron Man 3 or The Hobbit. But he did convince me recently to watch the movie with him and I’m glad he did.
Expendables 2 was wonderfully testosterone filled without apology. It was uncompromisingly manly—and for that I was grateful. I have not laughed so hard genuinely in a long time as I did when Arnold Schwarzenegger ripped the door off a Smart Car that Bruce Willis was driving and declared that he has shoes bigger than the car—all while mowing down bad guys with machine guns. It was a wonderfully fun movie and it was just pleasurable to see a movie with all those actors known for their tough guy rolls in the same movie. It was a movie made for the core of America from the rural areas of Pennsylvania to the recluse mobile home dwellers in the Nevada Mountains. Santa Monica, California might look down their nose at all these old action stars mindlessly killing thousands of people centering around a ridiculous mercenary plot—and New York career climbers would find all the activity repulsive—but everyone else in America loves it. Expendables 2 is an American movie made for American men. End of story. It is a film meant to be watched by men while the women cook in the kitchen during Holiday events gossiping about other family members who aren’t present. In such times men have very little to do—they usually watch football as grown men run into each other as hard as they can, or they watch movies like Expendables 2. It is a fun movie that is not afraid to touch the heart of a testosterone driven entity. Women might complain about that testosterone when its inconvenient to them—but in the bedroom they want it. Expendables 2 is likely to improve the love lives of many women, so they shouldn’t complain.
As for Harvey Weinstein he’s built his career producing movies that exploit violence and guns—films like Pulp Fiction, True Romance, Grindhouse, Sin City, the Kill Bill movies, Rambo, Django Unchained along with many others. He also has made several sexually exploitive films. He had Madonna show her bare breasts in the 1991 film Truth or Dare, and had Nichole Kidman very; very naked in Cold Mountain, which likely ruined her career. Once people saw her in such a nude fashion in that movie after the film Eyes Wide Shut,there was nothing left to desire in Nichole. Everyone had seen everything and Nichole was officially old news after that. Here is Harvey’s film resume:
Executive producer
Hardware (1990)
Strike it Rich (1990)
Madonna: Truth or Dare (1991)
Reservoir Dogs (1992)
True Romance (1993)
The Hour of the Pig (1993)
Pulp Fiction (1994)
Il Postino (1994)
Kids (1995)
Smoke (1995)
The Crossing Guard (1995)
The English Patient (1996)
Flirting with Disaster (1996)
Scream (1996)
Jane Eyre (1996)
Jackie Brown (1997)
The Cider House Rules (1999)
Committed (2000)
The Others (2001)
Chicago (2002)
Cold Mountain (2003)
Kill Bill Vol. 1 & 2 (2003/2004)
The Aviator (2004)
Sin City (2005)
Clerks II (2006)
Grindhouse (2007)
The Mist (2007)
Rogue (2007)
Sicko (2007)
Halloween (2007)
Awake (2007)
Superhero Movie (2008)
Rambo (2008)
The Reader (2008)
Zack and Miri Make a Porno (2008)
Inglourious Basterds (2009)
W.E. (2012)
Silver Linings Playbook (2012)
Django Unchained (2012)
Escape from Planet Earth (2013)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harvey_Weinstein
Because of his Academy Awards he falsely believes that he’s a “serious” filmmaker. But what he’s done is use action films exploiting massive amounts of violence—some of the most violent movies ever made—and turned those profits into progressive agenda films—like Silver Linings Playbook, Zack and Miri Make a Porno, and Chicago. He is the opposite of someone like Walt Disney who took his profits from animated films to crusade for traditional values. Harvey exploited violence, sex, and over-the-top action to fund progressive films—which never make much money. So now, Harvey thinks he’s the king of Hollywood and that he can command Meryl Streep to make a film that will sink the NRA. Well, good luck, Harvey. Your Hollywood friends might like a film like that—but while the women are gabbing in the kitchen during Holidays cooking dinner as they are prone to do—the men won’t be popping in a DVD of your upcoming stupid anti-NRA film. They’ll put in Expendables 2, and in the future Expendables 3, and if Stallone gets his way, Clint Eastwood will be in Expendables 4 taking the director’s chair and appearing in the film. I’d pay damn good money to watch Clint Eastwood as an 86-year-old man blasting bad guys with a .500 magnum over one of Harvey’s pictures like Zack and Miri.
So have at it Harvey—take my bet. Your movie with Meryl Streep will be grossly out performed by Expendables 3 which will add to the cast mentioned above Harrison Ford, Antonia Banderias, and Mel Gibson. In addition, ten years from now where men have the option to watch all the Expendables movies or the latest anti-gun film from the Weinstein Company what do you think they’ll pick. Even with all of Hollywood’s efforts to make women “equal” or enlightened, they’ll still be in the kitchen cooking dinners for their men and talking about those men’s mothers—and the men will be looking for violent entertainment that features guns—guns, and more GUNS! And there isn’t a damn thing anybody can do about it. It’s the way God made all of us, and that is the way it will always be even 2000 years from now long after progressivism has fallen off the radar as a failure in social engineering long forgotten—like all of Harvey’s non-violent progressive films—such as Chicago and his upcoming film with Meryl Streep dead before it is ever made.
Rich Hoffman
“Justice Comes with the Crack of a Whip!”
January 21, 2014
I am Han Solo: The ‘Star Wars’ personality test
I’m Han Solo—at least that’s what the new Star Wars personality test told me when I took it. A friend of mine told me that The Blaze did a story on a new Star Wars personality test by www.Zimbio.com which was actually more sophisticated than I thought it would be. The questions are involved and pretty good about bringing to the surface the raw nature of a person’s personality as related to the Star Wars film series. For instance, while taking the test I thought I’d come out as Obi-Wan Kenobi—whom I personally admire for his love of wisdom and the philosophic chess matches he tends to play on a galactic scale. But Han Solo has always been my favorite character and that trait emerged during the test even though I was consciously aware of avoiding it. So it was a pretty neat test. At the end of The Blaze article linked below it was revealed that most of the staff at The Blaze including Glenn Beck, Doc Thompson and Skip LeCombe had taken the test and were enthusiastic about their results which they promised to cover on air. I thought this remarkable because it provides insight to all that I have been saying lately about the cultural impact of Star Wars and the future of our society. There are few things which can unite minds quicker than Star Wars does in discussions with other people and it’s not just nerds anymore—but mainstream acceptance. NFL football used to be that topic item breaker that anybody could discuss with any other person in business or other affairs, but quickly Star Wars is overtaking it. It’s hard to find someone who doesn’t know about Star Wars who is under 55 years old and doesn’t have an opinion about the film series.
I took the test while on the road at my sister-in-law’s house with many family members present so we all took the test and had a good time with the results. I was surprised how many of them came back as Yoda, and the young men who took it mostly came back as Boba Fett—which was remarkably accurate. There were no Darth Vader’s in our group which says a lot about the quality of our family. That much didn’t surprise me—but the number of Yodas did—my wife included. It could not be ignored how many of our family members instantly understood what the test was and the intent which reflected the response of The Blaze staff. Star Wars is something that touches just about everyone as good memories of their childhoods flood back to them upon the mention of Han Solo, Luke Skywalker or Princess Leia.
I remember what it was like to be a kid in the late 70s and early 80s. Star Wars was everywhere—it was on the radio, it was at the stores, it was on television, it was in comics, magazines—it defined popular culture from about 1977 to 1985 when it began to subside just a bit. Even popular films like Back to the Future and ET the Extra Terrestrial made frequent Star Wars references—so it was a huge part of that 8 year period and anybody who was a child during that period knows what I’m talking about. That doesn’t mean that everyone was an open Star Wars fan. Many of the kids in my school made fun of kids who openly loved Star Wars—kids like me who had Star Wars notebooks, wore Star Wars t-shirts, and drew pictures on my homework papers of Star Wars space ships. I didn’t care what other kids said, once I got past the 7th grade, I was never picked on for Star Wars again because I had so many fights at school that kids stopped trying. The more they made fun of me the more I rubbed it in their face. I had a Star Wars shirt for every day of the week—my favorite was a Han Solo shirt that I never got tired of wearing. I wore it so much that it fell apart. I developed a rivalry with another kid in Junior High school at Lakota who was a Star Trek fan and hated Star Wars. We actually had fist fights over Star Wars and which movie was better. It got so bad that I shoved the kid right into the principles office as he was trying to escape me after I was waiting outside his bus in the morning to catch him with a confrontation before class started. He had previously declared during lunch period that Captain Kirk would beat Han Solo any day of the week—so I was going to teach him otherwise. I’d give him some real life Han Solo through me—and as he was running away from he thought he’d get safety inside the principles office—which he didn’t. I took the fight straight there shocking all the other kids in the hallway and the adults alike when I grabbed hold of the Star Trek lover by the back of his shirt and threw him right into the front door with the principle and secretary standing right there. Nobody had been so audacious before—and nobody knew what to make of it. Nobody understood that I loved Han Solo that much because the character represented everything I wanted to become when I grew up—and calling him names was the same as calling me names—and I wasn’t going to stand for it.
My brother and I had so many Star Wars figures that we set up our basement with elaborate hand-made models featuring Star Wars toys. Every Christmas and birthday was an opportunity to increase our holdings for these gigantic Star Wars set-ups. On Friday and Saturday nights our friends would come over and we’d build new Star Wars buildings and ships late into the night staying up until 3 and 4 AM in a world of our own making inspired by Star Wars. My parents couldn’t afford to give me a Millennium Falcon like many of my friends had, so I built my own out of a cardboard box. That creation was destroyed during my late teens—and I never got over it. During the Christmas of 1995 my wife finally bought me a Millennium Falcon when Kenner re-released the old toys with minor updates in anticipation of the Special Editions to the films which occurred in 1997. The world we created in that basement had so much reverence for me that I wanted to do little else but create my own world in the context of that one. We had entire areas around our set-ups in the basement sectioned off with black felt to simulate the darkness of space and on the ceiling was white felt to simulate clouds. We had our own power supply, there were floating asteroids, and epic worlds re-created to model scale. It was the happiest place for me on earth.
I was never shy about my admissions. Star Wars represented limitless possibilities and an escape from oppression and Han Solo was the kind of guy who was full of confidence and a never say die attitude. He was the model of a man who I would grow up and become. Many other kids one-on-one loved my enthusiasm, but would never admit it in the light of day. But privately most of them felt as strongly as I did, they just didn’t show it publicly. I carried this love into my adulthood and it never really subsided. With my children I raised them on Star Wars, and now with the Disney acquisition of Star Wars, my grand children will benefit—and with everything I just described, the cultural impact under Disney’s guidance will far eclipse my experience. There will be more toys, more clothing, more music, video games, posters, magazine articles-virtually everything in our society will be touched by Star Wars and a whole new generation will find solace within the story lines. Unlike me—who had good parents who really cared and behaved in a traditional sense–kids today have broken families, step parents and lack structure as a result of progressive social engineering policies. The strongest thing to a real family a lot of modern kids will have is the characters of Star Wars—which as sad as that may sound—is absolutely true.
The character of Han Solo was never intended to be a hero in the way he turned out. Fans of the films were supposed to yearn for Luke Skywalker, not Han Solo, but I could never relate to Luke’s naïveté. I wanted to grow up and become the space pirate Solo who is more like a character out of Ayn Rand’s Atlas Shrugged than any other creation ever put on-screen. A lot of people thought this was destructive, but it has made me into an interesting adult—one who thought I’d be more like Obi-Wan Kenobi than Han Solo as more mature years are now upon me. But upon seeing the test results I was actually relieved to see that many of my core values are still intact after all these years and I can honestly say that I’ve lived my own Han Solo type of life and behaved in a very similar way when pressed. The difference between being a young person and an old person is the experience. People are drawn to certain types of things based on their core personality—something this Star Wars test is attempting to uncover. When I was a kid I hoped that when faced with perilous situations that I would behave with the same valor and skill that Han Solo did in Star Wars. Now as an adult, I no longer have any doubt. With a string of car chases, crashes, narrow escapes, and perilous follies of virtually every type now behind me, I can rest easily now knowing I measure up to the highest hopes I had as a child.
It is for that reason that this Star Wars test is flooding office buildings and places of business with a fury. Most of the adult population had similar hopes for themselves, and they want to know how they measure up after all these years. Now with some of the social stigma of fandom removed, people want to know how far they have fallen from their childhood dreams. For me—not far at all. I would have considered Obi-Wan Kenobi to be a concession—an honorable one—but a concession. Han Solo, out of all the characters in Star Wars was my target, and now as a grown man who has grandchildren of his own—I have hit the bull’s-eye, and for that I am very, very proud. Setting those high standards actually made me a better grown-up than Han Solo—considerably. But under pressure—and when it really counts—it is good to know I’m still more like Han Solo than Obi-Wan Kenobi.
And I was there……………….Han shot first!
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Rich Hoffman
January 20, 2014
What’s Wrong With America: Matt Clark covers Walt Disney as Abigail Disney seeks relevancy
Matt Clark had spent the last week in Disney World running in a yearly marathon event he has made a ritual of embarking on. During his trip he sent me a nice picture taken under the Liberty Tree which permeated the glum of the winter blues with reminders of the southern family haven of Disney’s vast empire I love so much. Matt shares this love with me and he wanted to pay tribute with a visit to the Liberty Tree at Liberty Square, a place that Walt Disney wanted to ensure that America would never forget. Once Matt arrived home, he did a radio show on WAAM with his Disney trip still fresh on his mind and opened up the phone lines. He asked a simple question, would Walt Disney be able to amass such a large media empire in modern America—with only a high school education, and a federal government that wants to be in the pocket of every business in America. Matt opened up the phone lines, and this is what happened. Have a listen.
My answer to Matt’s question is that Disney could not exist today. In fact he is currently under attack as Meryl Streep displayed just last week. In a previous time of common sense, Disney made comments about women stating, “women do not do any of the creative work in connection with preparing the cartoons for the screen, as that task is performed entirely by young men.” That was the quote Streep uttered which was then backed a few days later by Disney’s grand niece Abigail Disney—who is the granddaughter of Walt’s brother Roy. Uncle Walt could not exist today as he would be picked apart by progressive ideology which would have encumbered his imagination needlessly, and prevented him from doing what he did in bringing to the world a ray of light with the Disney media empire which we all enjoy from ESPN to the Disney Channel.
Abigail’s comments would be similar to the daughter of one of my nieces criticizing the things I wrote here on Overmanwarrior’s Wisdom 70 years from now—the context would be evaporated by a watered down family member who is the kid of a kid of a brother who lacked Walt’s abilities and secretly has resented it their entire life. Abigail said on the heels of Meryl Streep’s comments:
“And if you are going to have mixed feelings about a family member (and we all do) take it from me, you really need to be as honest as possible about those feelings, or else you are going to lead yourself into many a blind alley in life!! … Anti-Semite? Check. Misogynist? OF COURSE!! Racist? C’mon he made a film (Jungle Book) about how you should stay ‘with your own kind’ at the height of the fight over segregation! As if the ‘King of the Jungle’ number wasn’t proof enough!! How much more information do you need? But damn, he was hella good at making films and his work has made billions of people happy. There’s no denying it. So there ya go. Mixed feelings up the wazoo.”
Abigail posted again 10 hours later: “I feel I have to clarify. I LOVED what Meryl Streep said. I know he was a man of his times and I can forgive him, but Saving Mr Banks was a brazen attempt by the company to make a saint out of the man. A devil he was not. Nor an angel.
To defend Walt Disney if I had the chance to speak with him back then when he made those statements about women in his animation department in the context of his times I would say that he was concerned about bringing women into a room full of animators who were expected to draw pictures all day. When men and women are brought together in the same time and same place—they tend to attempt to engage in sexual relationships which distract from the work a person like Disney was performing. Considering that nobody has come along like Disney then or since, his formula should be studied not rejected.
Progressives do not have a way to deal with this intermixing problem of men and women working together. Their solution is to advocate gay rights so that they can bring the same tensions to male to male relationships and take the light off the fact that women still tend to sleep their way to the top, and provide temptations to slack jawed men—and Disney wanted to avoid that kind of thing. Of course men and women have learned to work things out over time, companies like Lucasfilm, Weta, and Pixar come to mind as similar companies that do the same kind of work that Disney did which still gets done when men and women work together in close proximity. But at the time, in the 1940s when labor unions were trying to destroy Walt Disney, and women were demanding “equal” rights which threatened to bring sexual drama to his skilled animators—the emergence of all these progressive concepts were threatening to destroy what he spent his life building.
Now many years later man haters like Meryl Streep and Abigail Disney corrupted by progressive propaganda wish to paint Walt in the light of the modern progressive times—which is actually quite screwed up. Disney wouldn’t get media, Disney wouldn’t get financing, and Disney would find himself always in court defending himself—and he wouldn’t have the time or energy to conduct the kind of projects he embarked on. He barely was able to do what he did in the context of his times……………he would surely be destroyed before he ever got started today………….so the answer to Matt’s question is that no, Disney could not do today what he did during his time. There would be no Disney World, there would have been no Zorro television show, no Davey Crockett, no Disney Channel there’d be nothing but a film maker who made a few cartoons that would be immediately panned by critics and disposed directly to Red Box to die a quick death on the rental market in direct competition with pornography.
But here is the real reason for the increase in attacks against Walt Disney, especially lately after the release of Saving Mr. Banks. You see, nothing is by accident and rival studios run by liberal labor unions see the writing on the wall—and everyone knows how Walt felt about labor unions—he didn’t like them. But you won’t hear those quotes from Meryl and Abigail—only the things that can be distorted to suit the modern progressive agenda. Disney in the next four years is poised to explode with their mythic relevancy. With the acquisition of Star Wars that alone will drive the company toward economic growth that will exceed all the other production companies in Hollywood combined. Yet in addition to that, they also have Marvel comics as well as Pixar leaving the Disney Company in prime shape to bring in new revenue streams combating the escalating production costs of making motion pictures—which is destroying the other studios and drying up work on Wilshire Blvd. I have said it many times; Star Wars is going to ignite a revolution of creative thought across the entire world. I remember what it was like in the 70s under the independent hand of George Lucas—who designed his companies after Walt Disney. The Disney Company has even more power and ability to expand that mythology to a society that is lacking social and intellectual value and are hungry for it. In just a few short years it will be impossible to go anywhere and not see something of Star Wars from action figures to party napkins. The merchandising alone will rock the coffers at the Disney Company to levels never seen before with an entertainment company. Disney will of course do what they always do, they’ll take that money and produce good family films like Frozen, The Little Mermaid, The Lone Ranger, and Saving Mr Banks—good traditional family productions that will drive progressives out of their minds with anxiety—because they desire to crush traditional America. Disney was committed to preserving it, and Star Wars will give the company the financial leverage to do more of it.
Family members would say the same things about me as Abigail did of Uncle Walt for much the same reasons—because their frame of reference is skewed by the progressive times by progressive concepts that have infected their belief systems. The value of the statements about Walt come from the faulty beliefs of the advocates. Meryl Streep would be nothing if she did not brown nose producers in the early days of her career to get film roles. She is entirely dependent on other people to give her work. When those people line up the financing, direct the make-up people, lighting and camera guys, and hire writers to make a movie they hire Meryl to stand in front of the camera and do what they tell her to do. As much of a liberated woman as she wishes to pretend she is, she still does what people tell her to do. If they tell her to kiss somebody, she does. She learns the lines that other people write for her, acts the way other people tell her to. If they say to take off her top off she does or pose seductively with another actress, she does. Check out this for the proof where Meryl did a lesbian love scene with Penelope Cruz for Harper’s Bazaar. How is Meryl Streep a free—independent woman?
Who would pay any attention to what Abigail Disney put on her Facebook account if her last name wasn’t “Disney.” And who gave her that value……….Uncle Walt who built something in America that Meryl and all her other Hollywood friends couldn’t even conceive of. They have attempted to copy off Walt, but when they failed, they have slandered his name. Without Walt Disney her grandfather Roy and everyone that came after—including her—would have just been average man-hating progressives spiteful about the world and everything in it.
There may come a time in the future where a persona like Walt Disney could once again do what he did to make the Disney Company one of the best organizations in the world. But not in this time and this place—not in the days where Barack Obama is president and a criminal like Hillary Clinton is a front runner for the office in 2016. These are dark times—far removed from the hopeful days of Walt Disney and the kind of stories he wanted to tell hoping to save mankind from itself all in the glory of entertainment with some value added. They don’t teach the kind of genius that Walt Disney had in school, and that drives progressives even crazier—because they don’t understand how someone like Disney could have ever been so brilliant. So they do the only thing they know how to do—they tear the guy down behind his back using bra burning feminists to advocate the smear hoping that they can destroy the Disney Company before the next wave of box office profits threatens to put them all out of business. And that is what is behind Meryl Streep’s comments which led to Abigail’s slander of her treasured family member.
The ultimate answer to Matt’s question, could Walt Disney exist today…………….the answer is NO! Walt Disney is attacked for the same reason that Chick-fil-A is, because he made a quality product with values and set a bar too high for everyone else to compete with. These days, what matters to most everyone is to set the bar of competition so low that anybody can win—and Disney simply made that bar too high, and he did it partially by recognizing that his animators needed to concentrate on their jobs instead of looking for a lunch date.
Rich Hoffman
January 19, 2014
Skyfall: A motorcycle in a snowstorm and death breath’s threat
I get asked all the time why I ride a motorcycle in the dead of winter and the answer is because of the kind of days that I experienced this past week where a snow storm hit in the middle of the day while I was out in it. Once the snow started blowing and covering the roads I realized I needed to head home because the temperature was dropping quickly. As people drove over the snow it was melting then immediately freezing as the atmospheric conditions were perfect for that kind of tragedy. Before I tell this story I spend a lot of time outside—and I thrive in extreme conditions as these pictures on this article show. They were taken a few days after that same snow storm and reflect the desperate isolation that such extreme cold and terrible road conditions bring to the mind while in it on a motorcycle.
The snow was coming down hard and had covered my bike—a Suzuki 1500 V-Twin that weighs just shy of 1000 pounds. It’s a big bike that I’ve had virtually everywhere. In just a few years it currently has 45,000 miles on it if that paints a picture. I had to dust off the bike just to not sit in snow. As I started up the big engine snow blew out of the tail pipe from all the drifts that had piled up against the rear tire, and I was genuinely concerned whether I could even steer the motorcycle in such conditions. But within moments I had the bike moving out of the parking lot and out toward the Back Porch Saloon racing home and realizing quickly that I should have stayed put and either waited out the storm or called my wife to pick me up. But that didn’t seem right, I didn’t want to put her in danger and I didn’t want to leave my bike on the side of the road in hard weather—so I agreed with myself to take things slow and see what happened mile by mile.
The temperature had dropped from the mid-30s to the mid-20s Fahrenheit within the hour. I had hoped that once I hit 747 the road that for nearly 8 miles of travel would take me nearly to my home that it would be clearer since it was a major road. It was not. I couldn’t turn onto the road from another without my front tire slipping out from under me. I could barely hold up my bike against the slippery road as my foot wanted to slide outward against the surface ice that I had already wasted 10 minutes navigating. In that time I only traveled approximately 70 feet and it became clear that I may not survive this trip this time. So I pulled into an urgent care facility to decide what to do. Snow had fallen down my gloves after initially brushing off my bike and was beginning to melt against my skin. My finger tips were freezing and the visibility was about half a mile and was accumulating against my helmet at a pace that I had to continuously wipe away the snow just so I could see. It was an impossible situation.
I sat in the desolate snow storm for a moment on my motorcycle and just looked north into the vast gray sky and tiny black dots of snowflakes that extended to the edge of visibility. And I decided that I was going to brave the snowstorm and head home even if it was the last decision I ever made. Sure I could have called for help, sure I could have waited out the storm, but I did not want to wake up the next day knowing that I surrendered to a snow storm. It didn’t matter if anybody would know—but I would—so I took out my iPod and set for repeat my favorite song from 2013—the theme song from the James Bond film Skyfall by Adele. As she sung the lyrics, “this is the end………hold your breath and count to ten……feel the earth move and then…………………” snow fell to the beat of the music and I could feel the rhythm to the universe and I plugged myself in. I pulled my face shield down, shook off the pain of my numb fingers and threw caution to the wind. I peeled out of the parking lot and out onto 747 throwing snow everywhere to a parade of shocked faces peering at me from behind their car windows.
As I moved down into the Becket Ridge valley the roads had completely frozen and snow drifts were crawling rapidly across the packed ice hiding the terrible black ice that was underneath. I could not stop with brakes but had to just coast to a rest at stop lights. Once the light turned green my back tire would not engage the pavement. It just spun freely. I didn’t apply any throttle, just let out the clutch and the back tire would just spin going almost nowhere. So I held the bike in place struggling to hold it up as my feet were slipping outward. I let the tire burn through the ice till it reached dry pavement shooing me forward. The friction from the warmed up tire was melting the ice under it propelling me along just a bit. This process was repeated for the next 4 traffic lights.
A West Chester cop pulled up alongside me trying to determine if he should give me a ticket for reckless operation. But his tires were spinning too and he couldn’t pull in behind me as the car behind was struggling to stay on the road. A car just in front of us had slid off the road and over a curb in front of a Wendy’s restaurant obviously trying to turn into that parking lot for a safe haven, but not being able to make the turn. The cop was concerned about getting someplace safe and showed no desire to stand outside and issue a ticket. He simply shook his head and I gazed back with Adele singing in my ear…………….”Let the Skyfall.”
In these kinds of moments the mind reaches a place where fear no longer has any influence. It is a place I always strive to be but can only reach under extreme conditions and is the primary reason I ride a motorcycle every day no matter what’s going on if it is physically possible. I’ve been to this kind of spot many times in my life and when I return I clearly see what everything is about. At such times I pray for a time when the U.S. Government comes to my doorstep and tries to arrest me for defending the Constitution. I pray for a pack of terrorists to make the mistake of attacking a location near me where I can turn them into mince-meat suitable for a pretzel sold at an airport dipped in liquid cheese. In such moments the dominate feeling is that all takers could be challenged under any quantity and the enemies would all be eradicated. People sitting in the warmth of their cars at the next stop light must have thought I was crazy as I pumped my fist toward the heavens and challenge all the elements of earth to throw what they had at me.
What they didn’t know was my own inner challenges were rising up against the context of the storm. In my ear, on the iPod Adele was singing, “Skyfall is where we start, A thousand miles and poles apart……………….Where worlds collide and days are dark…………………..” and I thought of the progressive schools and how they are rotting the minds of mankind, I thought of the arrogance of president Obama and an Attorney General who is an out-right criminal. I thought of the feminist destruction of traditional America and their mindless support of Hillary Clinton—who is also a criminal. I thought of the gays attacking Phil Robertson for his “homophobic” views which are now the mainstream making God-fearing Christians similar to the kind of sacrificial lambs thrown to the lions during the Roman Empire. I thought of the stagnant economy directly wrecked by progressives like George Soros and his open border, open legalized pot mind, numbing existence so that America will become one of the least free places on earth as opposed to the most. I thought of Warren Buffet’s rail line across Canada which is the real reason that there is no Keystone Pipeline. Buffet makes hundreds of millions of dollars as Canada uses his trains to ship their oil to China. If that same oil traveled across a pipeline through North America to the gulf, Buffet wouldn’t make money with his trains. That’s why the train wreck and oil spill along that line a few weeks ago went away from the news cycle so quickly. All these people are villains—and there are hundreds of thousands more—and standing in the snow and ice with my fingers numb remotely concerned about permanent damage, I wanted to throw all those villains into a ring of death and fight them swimming in their blood upon defeat.
Lucky for me sanity is my constant companion. Such emotions can get away if they are allowed, but I never do. After nearly an hour in the extreme cold averting countless perils I arrived home triumphantly. I was soaked to the bone, my pants where dripping with melted snow and my skin was so drenched that water ran down my legs and filled my boots with water. Freezing, I undressed on my front porch, poured the water out of my boots and went inside to warm up. It was good to see home, and for a while I thought I may never see it again. About that time I had pumped my fist to the heavens and yelled within my helmet……………..”is that all you f**king have you pathetic mother nature. F**k you, you god damn pussy.” My mind had shifted into that much desired gear where nothing is impossible, nothing is too big, no odds matter, because fate is in your control. Under such a frame of mind a person could alter the gravity well of entire planets and implode them with the squeeze of a hand. They could then sling black holes across the universe like Frisbees and grab the neck of inter-dimensional terrorists and pop them like zits on the face of an adolescent. But at the moment a warm blanket and dry towel sufficed.
“this is the end………hold your breath and count to ten……feel the earth move and then…………………” As my wife brought me some warm food and I shivered myself to warmth once again under a pile of blankets I could see on her face that she understood. She knows me and how I think. As she walked back into the kitchen and I watched the snow build up outside my window I counted to ten and whispered……………….”Let the Skyfall,” and when it does………………I can stay in that frame of mind perpetually as I never feel more alive than during those moments………………and I can’t wait till I can feel such a thing again. Skyfall……………………….
Rich Hoffman
January 18, 2014
The Fur Coats of Marcella Sills: Second handed progressives and their policies of stolen value
New York City is a utopian dream. That is the point Doc Thompson and Skip LeCombe were making on The Blaze Radio Network. New York is the safe haven of progressives; it is the result of their policies, philosophies and influence. New York is the result of progressive authority so if it were so great—it should be “perfect.” Yet the reality of the situation is far from it, New York has some real trouble and the fault is squarely on the shoulders of progressives. This has never been more obvious than in the public education industry—and specifically a school in New York City. Public School 106 in Rockaway, New York is one of the most poorly run schools in the United States and is the embodiment of what happens when progressives are able to make the world into their image. It is run by Marcella Sills, a 48-year-old club hopping socialite who spends more time in her fur coat and BMW than she does on her job which she seldom even shows up for. When she does come to work it is past 11 AM. The classrooms are infested with vermin and the smell of urine, there are few substitute teachers, and the kids frequently watch movies all day instead of learning anything—while Marcella Sills makes $128,207 off the American taxpayer. Listen to Doc and Skip address this very serious issue on their very popular Blaze Radio Network show on every day from 6 AM to 9 AM all over the world.
Thus, public schools to some degree or another are the net result of progressive policy and the faults now being seen so grotesquely in our modern society is directly their fault. They own the poor performance, they own the treachery of the teacher unions, the sexual molestation of students, the bullying, the sheer stupidity, the apathy, the broken budgets—progressives own all the troubles because they created them first hand.
Of course as a middle-ager I have been in many personal circumstances where I have had success with something, then others trained in progressive concepts has attempted to loot off my efforts and then sign their name to my success. My standard policy is the moment this happens I put down my work and let the looters choke on their own bad decisions. I do not allow them to loot off my efforts so that they can appear to know what they are doing. I do not support “group” circle jerk endeavors where progressive concepts are allowed to sap the strength of my ideas. The moment I see it, I remove my influence and let the parasites choke on their own bad policy and stupidity. I do not let them use me as a shield from reality. I step aside and let them feel the full impact of their poor decisions. To do anything else would be to allow a deception. The same holds true for large organizations like public schools. To allow public education to hide behind the good efforts of a football player who is exceptional and earning scholarships all over America, or the parents who truly love their children and want what’s best for them—public schools often hide behind such exceptions and sign their name to their success as a collective enterprise. They say often—“we produced the star athlete,” or the child who achieved honors for academic aptitude. The individual efforts of the athlete or the loving parents are almost always ignored in favor of collective salvation.
However in New York, the haven of progressivism, there aren’t many people of quality to sap off of so progressives are left unshielded from reality. Most of the good people have left and moved to more conservative areas of the country leaving only losers, malcontents and progressives to run the entire endeavor—and the evidence of their work is eye-popping obvious. Marcella Sills might as well be Michelle Obama, or Hillary Clinton—they are all progressives who are nothing but leeches off of society. If they look good in their nice clothes are fancy cars it is not because of their skills, their personal aptitude, but because they have benefited from taking from others and reaping the fruits personally.
Much was made of Michelle Obama’s recent 50th birthday and how good she looked. The American media addicted to European royalty wanted to make her into something she’s not—a goddess of progressive ideals—but all she is–is a simple thief. Neither of the Obamas currently in The White House could be plopped down in a business situation and make it profitable. Neither has the skill to assess human potential or find a profit margin in a task that only exists in a mind and that makes them functionally worthless. So they become members of government so that they can earn through the IRS the ability to steal worth from people who create it and provide the illusion that they are people of success too.
When Marcella Sills arrives late almost every morning to her rat infested school in her fur coat and night club clothing fueled by her six figure salary she is stating to the world that she is a success. She is so successful that she can come and go as she pleases in her BMW. But she is nothing but a looter—only at Public School 106 in Rockaway, New York there is nobody to steal value from. The teachers, the students, the parents, the politicians are either all progressive, heavily government dependent, or being taught to be—so there is nobody of any value to steal from leaving Marcella grossly exposed as a fraud.
For more times than I can count I have been asked by people who think they are superior to me—socially, politically, financially, or even intellectually—how do you know how to judge the talent of people, how do you know how to recruit, how do you know how to see something that does not exist yet so clearly. I am often good about these kinds of encounters and often try to teach people so that they can do for themselves. Sadly, often this is not what is going on. The interrogators are simply wanting to steal my recipe so that they can put their name on my concepts. Of course they are willing to share the credit with me until they can politically push me aside later—or so they believe. But I never allow it, and their failures are predictably on par every single time. I can almost name the date on a calendar when they will fail if I take away my input—and deep down inside they know it.
That is when the word “team” comes out of their mouths—“it’s good for the team, the organization as a whole—if you tell me how you did this—or that.” But it never is—its only good for them so that they can steal value and hide their incompetency behind it. From my vantage point, it is best for an organization to understand where they are failing and to expose the problem areas by preventing the looting of value from others. In this way an organization can have success by spotting the personnel that is robbing its strength. Public schools have no such dynamic—so they perpetually must rob money from the tax payer to inject their institutions with value that they do not have—and can never get.
Marcella Sills, or Michelle Obama cannot make value where it doesn’t exist. Just because they have a fur coat paid for by tax payers, or their own private airplane to fly around the world—they are simply second handers—people who cannot live without the aid of others to help them. Their lives are second handed and totally reliant on some primary to initiate everything. All they are able to do is loot off the existence of those who create. In New York’s public schools where such value is lacking—the buildings and social structure are failing miserably—because there aren’t enough people of value to steal from leaving Public School 106 in Rockaway, New York a dump vacant of a mind or caring soul to save it from people like Marcella Sills.
It is time for everyone else to do what I have suggested and that is to remove their value from such institutions and allow those collective organizations to choke on their own failure. The best thing for children is to see the contrasts clearly between those who have value and those who do not. To allow a lie to continue is to allow a system that is corrupt by progressive influence to loot off the efforts of the good—which doesn’t teach children anything but how to grow up and become looters themselves. It’s not always so easy to see in places like Lakota, or Beverly Hills where people of value and wealth live—but behind the scenes running all these places are incompetent fools like Marcella Sills. The only real difference is that Sills is running a school where the entire population is progressive, where other places that are wealthy have a portion of the population that can be stolen from in value propping up everyone else. The behavior is the same—and so are the results.
Rich Hoffman
January 17, 2014
Meryl Streep and the Poop Particles of Doom: The progressive attack against sanity
After listening to Meryl Streep attack Walt Disney while honoring Emma Thompson’s rabid feminism, it does not surprise me that many men these days seem to prefer the stinky exit of the human body’s digestive system as opposed to a heterosexual relationship with these modern “man hating females.” But I am not one of those guys. Even the vilest feminist is a better option in my book. As progressives would label such a position “homophobic” I would call it sanity, clarity in thinking, and the best option available. Some people have phobias of spiders, some of snakes, some of heights—mine has and always will be that of the poop particle. I have one real fear out all possible fears and that is of the remnants of material left over after the digestive process. I have never liked seeing cow patties on my grandfather’s farms, I hate watching dogs defecate—and worse yet—eat it—and I have absolutely no desire to ever pursue an orifice that creates such matter in pursuit of sexual pleasure. With that hatred of poop particles in mind, this educational film from the late 1950s reflects my impression of the “homosexual.”
The same people who have communicated this same-sex type of lifestyle are the same people talked about in my article yesterday attacking monogamous marriage. They have an agenda and from my vantage point it is destructive—and disgusting. CLICK HERE TO REVIEW. It’s not that I want to return America to the 1950s. For me, that period of time was too liberal. I’d prefer 1750 to about 1790 myself, but that’s just me. In that video shown above, I wouldn’t even tell a kid to inform a teacher—as the parent is the last and only line of defense that matters in a child’s life. But in the video at least the film makers addressed the kind of threats that might come to a child so they could learn to defend themselves from the vile acts of adults who are clearly screwed up in the head.
We live in a society where declaring that sex which involves fecal matter is healthy, proper, and naturally good. If anyone disagrees they are called a “homophobe.” This behavior has paved the way for the child raped by his teacher in Michigan. CLICK TO REVIEW. Likely, that teacher wouldn’t have even been a teacher in the type of society ran by those who made the homosexual video above, as that society would have spotted his antics in the light of day. As things are today, nobody is comfortable calling out any kind of homosexual behavior that might lead to abusing children, because they don’t want to be attacked by progressives calling them “homophobes.” In 2014 that is nearly as bad as being called a “sexist.” If you don’t support feminism, you are a “sexist.” If you don’t support poop particle sex, you are “homophobic.” Both carry a social stigma created by a progressive establishment and those types are directly at fault for creating scenarios where teachers like the one in Michigan have the ability to destroy the lives of his students. The fault is squarely on their shoulders.
As much as progressives hate the naivety of the 1950s and all the times that came before it where tradition and family value paved the way for strong healthy lives—the world they have created is far, far worse. Can anybody in their right mind declare that feminism has worked? Can anybody declare that the Michigan teacher was not mentally insane because of his sexual prerogative? Can anybody think that Meryl Streep would be a fun date? Progressives have created these problems, and they suppress a value judgment against them by calling sane people names for trying to identify the problem. At least there was a time in America where bad behavior was identified and a warning to future conduct was attempted. It may have been fear based, it may not have encompassed the entire enormity of the homosexual complexity—but at least a social norm identified for the benefit of a majority of the population was considered. At least children were getting a warning of what to look out for among perverted adults. Back in the “old fashioned” days, such people hid their behavior. Today they run labor unions and make decisions right out in the open.
The way society is today people who might otherwise warn children away from parasites like that Michigan teacher keep their mouths shut because they don’t want to be called a “homophobe.” But is that such a bad name? Is it really a negative to be told that a person doesn’t enjoy poop particle sex? It isn’t to me. It states that my mind is not confused into behaving like a dog but would prefer even a feminist over a homosexual. I may feel sorry for the person attracted to such things, but that doesn’t make them superior to the biological structure that was bestowed on mankind for the sake of mating rituals and human evolution. The warnings of the 40s, 50s, and very early 60s were valid even if they were rooted with fear and religion into conforming society around a set of values that were being recognizably lost.
As despicable as Meryl Streep’s political views of men hatred are, she would still be a better dinner date than the eventual peril of the poop particles in a man’s hairy ass. That to me is the gauge of sanity in our modern time where such judgments are forbidden to even be discussed, let alone dealt with. In my family we have a couple of dogs and I watch often in horror when one sniffs at the other after urinating, or defecating and becomes quite excited about the occasion jumping around as though they just found out they won a million dollars. We also have a cat, and sometimes that animal will puke right in the middle of the floor and the dog will come and lick it all up clean. This behavior is disgusting by every measure of human value judgment—except the homosexual leaning beings. For them, this behavior has appeal, and from my point of view—is reminiscent of an illness of some kind. Such illnesses could be treated if they were identified, but instead they are promoted. That lack of proper danger recognition is what lead to the kind of rape case that happened in Michigan between a union president—teacher, and his student. In a society that called such behavior bad, the rape and abuse likely would have been averted.
We’ve all been told that we need to be open to other ways of thinking and embrace the “progressive” view of the world which states that feminism is more important than traditional value, and that same-sex practices are equal to traditional heterosexual practices. But they are not. One involves poop particles and the other doesn’t, and poop particles are not good, healthy, or delightful……..unless one considers themselves a dog. And that would be an insult—and nobody wants such a thing leveled in their direction. So what do we call such people? For all the faults pointed out by progressives toward films like the training film against homosexuality in the 50s, nothing has been offered as a modification or replacement to the attempt to at least identify bad behavior that might truly endanger children. Instead, we are told to look the other way and ignore the faults that progressives have brought to us all in pain, suffering and misery. And not even the fine acting of Meryl Streep can disguise her cover of a truly disgusting premise behind the progressive platform—that of the poop particle and the terrible expulsion of human waste that propagates from such unions in a sexual ritual centered purely on pleasure like a mindless animal—instead of the continuation of the human race. At least in the 50s they considered the impact that such behavior would have on children. The modern progressive does not—instead they seek to use children for their own pleasure and attempt to excuse the behavior as a “learning” experience that will pave the way to adult behavior that will never be able to relate to traditional value—which was always the real goal of their maniacal strategy.
I will give credit to the gay community and the progressive in general for one aspect of their strategy which is brilliant–the use of Meryl Streep as a growing advocate of feminism, erosion of Second Amendment rights, and general liberal causes. Many men who do not find such revulsion toward fecal matter as I do are choosing the gay life than a life shared with a feminist man-hating radical which substantially bolsters their numbers. The way to make more people turn toward homosexual behavior among men is to provide them with Meryl Streep as a spokesman for feminist causes…….brilliant.
Rich Hoffman
January 16, 2014
Monogamy is Unnatural: A college professor reveals the goal of modern education institutions
Look around………………do you see all the problems around us? Of course you do. We all do. But how did all those problems get there? Who created those problems? And how in the world do we solve them all. As readers here at Overmanwarrior’s Wisdom know, I point directly to our education industry as the root cause of much faulty thinking which is causing those problems. For years now I received hate mail, and critics of my blog postings attempting to convince me to think the way they do………which is a flat line concession………..a surrender to the animal impulses of life. The origin of the hate is that they resent having their faults pointed out and placed before their eyes to read. I typically write around 2000 words per day, much of it ending up on these pages. I don’t offer these works as published material. The polish that would typically be accompanied by such work is not there; instead I present them as though I were giving a stump speech in a city square. The goal is to get people to think and perhaps question the nature of things that are currently accepted as reality. However when opponents who love flat-line thinking want to attack these works, they sound much like the critic featured below attacking Matt Walsh.
On his blog site, Matt Walsh has been creating quite a stir. The stir has been so intense that he has attracted negative attention—which is a sure sign of success. On this is the topic of manhood which Matt often writes about and tries to define what makes a good man. Surprising nobody a college professor took exception to Matt’s views on relationships, manhood, and sex. The college professor became angry when he discovered that his students were beginning to quote Matt, so he wrote in to complain about it. I have received hundreds of these kinds of letters, some of them I have published to show just how stupid the people who write them are. Matt, nicely omitted the college professor’s name, but the letter was so good that I am going to included it below along with a link to Matt’s site for the origin. Needless to say, I agree with Matt emphatically, and I won’t do his words injustice with my own musings about the topic which I have covered in other ways with voluminous content. So please do enjoy the back and forth that follows…………….the future of mankind is at stake. If you have a child in college, or even high school, there are excellent chances that they have a teacher who thinks just like this guy:
Posted on January 7, 2014by The Matt Walsh Blog
Greetings Mr. Walsh,
I am a college professor, author, and researcher. It was obvious to me before you ever stated it that you are a man of little education and limited intelligence. Still, I commend your newfound fame and congratulate you on the enormous amounts of money you must be making.
[Five more sentences of insults and pretentious self-aggrandizement]
…You have become a hot topic in some of my classes and this very much worries me. It wasn’t until your name came up for a fifth time that I decided to investigate you. Your prose are rife with fallacies and Neanderthalic musings, so I could easily disembowel and discredit any part of it. But I’d like to concentrate on what seems to be your most common themes: heterocentricism and monogamism. Whether you’re writing about marriage, “stay at home moms,” abstinence, or any other “issue of the family,” you seem to think that there is only *one* way and only *one* sort of family.
The truth that either escapes you or frightens you too much to acknowledge is that the “monogamous heterosexual relationship” is a largely unattainable (and undesirable) myth. Sexual unions between humans are not meant to be permanent. As we evolve, so does our understanding of these truths.
Monogamy is not simply unrealistic; it is unnatural. You do not find it often in the animal kingdom, and where you do it is generally born of an evolutionary necessity. The necessity of monogamy among humankind has evaporated. This is particularly true of men, who are simply not biologically fitted for the “one woman” life.
You could use your platform for good but instead you use it to make those in open and poly relationships feel subhuman. Beyond the latent racism and sexism in your writings, it is your constant reinforcement of archaic relationship models that really does the profoundest of damage. Before you jump to any conclusions allow me to tell you this: I am married. I’ve been married for 15 years and my wife and I both sleep with other people. We are honest about this, which makes our open relationship more healthy than “monogamous” relationships built on lies.
Judge my choices if you like, but when you inevitably cheat on your wife, and then continue to sermonize about the sacredness of monogamous unions, I will return the favor.
I don’t expect you to use this email as you seem to only respond to imbeciles and easy targets.
Good Day Professor,
And this was Matt’s response:
It will be a challenge to type this response to you, sir, while I tremble in the blinding light of your godlike intellect. Do you begin all of your lectures by reciting your resume and viciously cutting down your audience? If so, I can only hope that you don’t teach a communications class. But if you do, then I can tell you that I receive at least 20 emails a day from people who must be your students. They’ve taken your strategy to heart. You should be proud.
In any case, I will attempt to make a rebuttal, but I will first offer the disclaimer that I am not nearly smart enough to use phrases like “archaic relationship models” and “your prose are rife with Neanderthalic musings.” I also lack the power to magically create liberal buzzwords like “monogamism” out of thin air. No, my dear Professor, I am a humble man and I can only write in plain language, using words that, you know, exist.
Now, with my idiocy and your cerebral supremacy well established, let us commence with the discussion.
Monogamy.
Monogamy is “unnatural,” says the Professor. And he says this as a married man — or “married” man, I suppose. A married person who doesn’t believe in monogamy seems an awful lot like a Satanist in a church choir, or an existential nihilist performing lifesaving heart surgery. There’s a bit of a philosophical conflict of interest at work, wouldn’t you agree? In fact, I wouldn’t even bother to address such absurdity if it wasn’t becoming so widespread. What you people — you socially “progressive” academics — have realized is that you can not launch a salient attack against the ideals behind marriage, or abstinence for that matter, so instead you’ve decided to make the bizarre case that these things are somehow mythological. The more you say it, the more people believe it, and the more they believe it the more true it becomes. It’s a clever trick. You’ve succeeded, at least partially, in shouting at a reality until it disappears.
But there is SOME truth in what you say.
Monogamy is not natural. You’re right about that.
It’s supernatural.
It’s above our nature. It might not be realistic. Space flight isn’t realistic, either. If I wanted to be natural, I could live in a hole like a rodent, eat insects, and scamper from one mate to the next, until, after a life of nothingness, I die alone in the cold darkness, decomposing into the dirt without anyone ever noticing. That would be natural. It’s probably pretty realistic, too. So it is fortunate that I am a human being and I am given the chance to transcend the existence of a rat or a lizard. I have the opportunity to experience supernatural things like love, and sacrifice, and commitment.
You say that men are especially ill-suited for monogamy. We are not “biologically fitted” for it. What does that mean, Professor? Do you go about your day and, before deciding on any particular course of action, ask yourself if it is something you are “biologically fitted” to do? I would say we are biologically fitted to be rational beings. And, as rational beings, we are capable of attaining higher things. Monogamy and loyalty are higher things. But are they more difficult for men? I can’t fathom why that should be the case.
I have found a woman who will be with me until I die, even while my hair falls out and my skin shrivels and wrinkles, even when I stumble, even when I fail, even through the doldrums of daily existence, through bills and dirty diapers, through all things — joyous or miserable, pleasing or painful — through every day until death comes. Why should it be hard for me to simply refrain from tossing such a gift into the garbage?
It’s hard for men to be monogamous? What a cowardly, pitiful statement. Also, how incredibly obtuse. It ought to be easy for us. Especially for us.
If you won 600 million dollars in the lottery, would you go out the next day and break into cars to steal the change from the cup holders? That’s what sleeping around is like when you’ve already found a woman who will pledge her life and her entire being to you for the remainder of her existence.
You tell me that you are in an “open marriage.” I will probably be lambasted for “judging” you for it, but, sorry Professor, an “open marriage” makes about as much sense as a plane without wings or a boat that doesn’t float. Marriages, by definition, are supposed to be closed. Actually, I’m getting rather tired of people like you trying to hijack the institution, strip it of its beauty and purpose, and convert it into some shallow little thing that suits your vices.
If you aren’t strong enough to stay committed to one person, that’s your business. Walk down that path of loneliness and confusion, but you can’t drag the entire institution of marriage along with you. Personally, I like circles but I hate squares. Can I subvert the laws of geometry and suddenly decide that all squares shall henceforth be circles? No, because geometry is geometry, despite my strange square-hating quirks. Similarly, marriage is marriage, no matter how many college professors insist otherwise.
All that said, I must agree with one of your assertions: I only respond to imbeciles.
Thanks for writing.
-Matt
http://themattwalshblog.com/2014/01/07/monogamy-is-unnatural/
Rich Hoffman
