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Gennifer Flowers Wants Hillary Clinton For President: The failure of feminists

I am certainly no fan of Bill and Hillary Clinton.  If either of them were to pass me in public I would not shake their hand or acknowledge them in any way aside from anyone else.  They are both disgraces to America for many reasons.  It does not surprise me that Bill’s mistress Gennifer Flowers claimed that Hillary was a bisexual.  It would not surprise me if the Clinton household regularly participated in three-way sex and that Hillary actually found it appealing to learn of her husband’s multiple sexual liaisons with other women.  Hillary obviously has a kind of voyeuristic lust for her husband’s sexual recklessness that is more common among women from her generation than many people care to admit.  But what does surprise me is that Gennifer Flowers said she would support Hillary for president in spite of all the hard public relation battles that went on over the  years between them, for the one all-powerful reason………………because Hillary is a woman.

http://www.theblaze.com/stories/2013/09/19/clinton-woman-gennifer-flowers-claims-bill-told-her-hillary-was-bisexual/

This statement reminded me of the stupidity of the levy supporters at Lakota that tried to make me out to be a “sexist” because I called levy supporters “latté sipping prostitutes with asses the size of car tires and diamond rings to match.”  My political opponents believed that all the women of my community would join their band-wagon against me for the one solitary reason, because they were all women.  The suggestion was that being a woman trumped all logic and individual thought and that as a demographic group, they all stood together.

Several years ago there was a very distinguished family member who came to my home while I was at work to take my wife out to lunch—to supposedly touch base and see how things were going—to talk “girl talk.”  I have discussed that my wife has never worked in a career and has been a housewife for most of our 25 years of marriage.  It’s an arrangement that we mutually support and believe very passionately in.   We rejected the social concerns of the 60s, of feminism, and diluted family relationships early in our marriage, and maintained that position even to the present.  I even spent a considerable amount of time explaining that position in my novel Tail of the Dragon released last year, staying sold out during four fiscal quarters.  My wife and I have always been staunch supporters of traditional families, and rejected many of the arguments made by feminists.  At events, particularly where this family member was present, the first question they’d ask my wife is, “do you have a job yet?”  Or, “you never want to be in a position where you have to depend on a man, after all, what if something were to happen to Rich.”  This went on for many, many years, and we casually brushed off the comments after each engagement out of politeness.  All the other women in the family however buckled under these types of elder statesman, and they were diminished greatly in my eyes by the influence of the bra burning exploits of the family feminists.  Over the years, my wife began to stick out like a sore thumb at Holiday dinners and this really made some of the women mad, especially the aforementioned woman.  This prompted the luncheon she invited my wife on out-of-the-blue, which naturally drew my suspicion.  But I do not tell my wife where to go and where not to go.  She is free to do what she pleases when she pleases to do it-which is my gift to her for being the centerpiece of our family, so my wife agreed to meet with the family feminist to…………..”touch base.”

The luncheon went the way I expected and over the next two hours migrated from small talk centering on all the family’s children to an all-out assault against my wife’s chosen way of life.  The meeting ended by this family member telling my wife that “we’re going to get you if you don’t listen,” meaning that my wife was making the other women in the family question feminism, and that my wife needed to get on board with the collectivism of womanhood—otherwise there would be consequences.

Well, I don’t take threats well—in fact, I don’t take them at all—ever.  Never have, and I never will.  As close as that family member was to us, we have never spoken since, and that was over a decade ago.  There are of course the casual hellos, and good-byes out of politeness, but never any discussions of a personal matter.  But as angry as I was, I didn’t tell my wife how to feel and think about the situation—she arrived at her own conclusions, which were of course very similar to mine.  After that event it left us both wondering who “WE” was.  After a lot of time passed it became more clear who the “WE” were in reference.  My wife was expected to surrender her loyalty to our family in favor of the collective whole of the family member’s suggestion.  If she didn’t, there was a threat of action—either social castigation, or possible physical violence.

The result dramatically backfired.  My wife and I haven’t been married for a quarter of a century because we don’t get along.  She may not be as violent, and display such a vicious temper as I do at times, but she is every bit as vindictive when threatened maybe more so.  A rift formed in our family from that point on that never recovered, and is why I can talk about the things I do here at Overmanwarrior’s Wisdom knowing full well that everybody reads it.  That is because my life is aligned with my thoughts, and what I have said here in writing, I have said in person to many people to their faces.  My wife was made to feel badly by other women for many years because she stayed home with our children and baked cakes for their birthdays personally instead of buying one from Kroger.  When my kids wanted a drink, my wife was there.  When they wanted help with their homework, my wife was there.  When my kids wanted someone to drive them someplace, my wife was ALWAYS there.  My wife was there every single day of their growing up years to cook them fresh food for every meal and teach them values as question arose.  Because of my wife, my kids never had to rely on a third-party for instruction.

Of course over the years the roots planted in such times begin to yield fruit.  The family member mentioned who threatened my wife found her existence plagued with social problems from her part of the line.  All the women who bought into the feminist dialogue are suffering through various problems, such as financial stabilization, ethical conduct, and personal aptitude.  My children have no such problems—zero and that is more than a proud father talking.  It is everyone who meets them.  The family member was wrong, and my wife was right.  The implied threat backfired and caused rifts in our family that will last a lifetime because it is not the will of any group—even a group of women, to change the mind of a single individual.  It was not my wife’s duty or task as a woman to yield to the pressure of a powerful family member who subscribed to the feminist arguments of her day.  In my family, my wife and I agreed to reject those arguments in favor of tradition and the results are self-evident.

What Gennifer Flowers is talking about in reference to Hillary is virtually the same.  She clearly resents that she is not married to Bill Clinton, and would love to have been the first lady of America if only she could have stayed with her lover.  But she is willing to put personal issues aside in favor of Hillary for president not because she is a better person for the job, or has a proven track record as a politician.  She stated that she would vote for Hillary only because they share womanhood in common, and that the sex or race of a candidate is the primary qualifier of their decision to vote for a so-called leader.  Gennifer Flowers is talking about collectivism of the worst sort, and brings to light why Barack Obama is the current president not because of his skill as a politician, but because he is a man of color.  People of color have voted for Obama nearly 100% of the time because of the color of the politician’s skin, not by the beliefs of the individual.  Flowers is suggesting the same.  Women should vote for Hillary forgetting the Benghazi debacle, the lies, the murders, he incredible deception projected by the Clintons over many years, because she is a women—and only for that reason.

The same ignorance has been seen in family politics, and even local politics where my opponents having no way to win an argument against me attempted to use feminism as a club to unify the women of all political types under common causes of sexuality—which is a dangerous assumption.  It didn’t work of course, but did bring out the unusual amount of anxiety many men feel toward their wives fearful that they will turn against them and run toward the collectivist tendencies of group behavior, in this case feminism.  The implied threat against my family seen many times is that if I or my wife did not yield to the power of the collective, then our individualities would be snuffed out.  The same rational is being put forth by Gennifer Flowers toward Hillary Clinton, a rival for her affection toward the only man it sounds like she ever loved in Bill Clinton.  Collective feminism takes higher value over individual desires, or as Spock would say in Star Trek, “The needs of the many would out-weigh the needs of the few.”  Well, Spock is wrong, and so are the feminists.  The many do not trump individual thought, yet those who allow for such possibilities find themselves in a life constantly in trouble seeking solace which never comes from the group.   Women should vote for whom they think is the best person, they should not vote in a certain way because feminism demands it.  So long as these elements exist in American culture, no amount of bright lights and academic progress can erase the fact that society is still functioning as a hunter and gather tribe stuck in a village mentality.  So long as individuality is frowned upon and collectivism is championed, society will continue to be corrupt, stagnant, and morally lost.  As far as presidential candidates who represent collectivism none is more positioned than Hillary Clinton who is a buffoon, and a woman of many secrets.  Yet women will have to make the choice that is a hard one, one that my wife had to make many times over many years, to reject feminism for the thoughts of their own mind, and to be dedicated to themselves and their families and reject their collective associations for which they are members only because of their sexuality.

As to the next question many reading this will ask, what does my wife do with herself now that the children are grown?  How does she fill her days?  The answer is she is free to do whatever she pleases.  She is a free woman.  She is not in service to an institution, a social obligation, or any family member.  She can do what she wants when she wants to do it.  And lucky for her, she likes to read, because I do too.  That is the key to a long marriage, and really nothing else, shared common interest, and making sure that outside influences do not end up in the bedroom.  Ladies, forget about Hillary Clinton or Opera.  Strive for freedom and drop the concerns for inclusion in any groups of collective endeavor.  Be individuals and strive every day to be free.  You will be a lot happier if you do.

Rich Hoffman

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Why ‘Grand Theft Auto Five’ Made Over A Billion Dollars: The sign of times to come

Everybody is good at something if they spend any time and effort to dig out their uniqueness from the swirling broth of social soup.  I have been fortunate to discover that I am good at a lot of things one of which is the unique skill of discovering trends a long way out before they manifest into the rest of society.  I predicted well over 15 years ago the collapse of the housing market—which my daughter reminds me of often.  Over ten years ago I predicted the rise of a welfare politician like Barack Obama, the collapse of Europe financially, and the current bursting of the college bubble.  I would have vast arguments/discussions with my in-laws over college back in a time when everyone was going and was ashamed to say otherwise.  The view I argued against was that college was not a magic Harry Potter potion where once a degree was obtained would fill the personal bank accounts of the graduates.  Their view of college had been shaped by LBJ’s great society, and blinded them to the perilous results currently before us all—leaving unskilled spoiled brats as the primary workforce who were trained by their educations to be government workers and nothing else, because nothing else in the reality of capitalism supports the view of the world shaped by modern public education and college experiences.

Another unique skill I have is the ability to be surrounded with the worst news possible, death, famine, ignorance, hard luck, etc., and still find something good to work with in order to escape.  This has been beneficial as a family matriarch and those who have ridden my coattails in the past have discovered the financial benefits of tagging along for the ride as I can drag them through the worst portions of their life and they will come out smelling like roses on the other end.  The trick is that they have to shut up and listen.  I don’t mind people riding my coat tails until they become back seat drivers and attempt to share equal credit for the decisions made along the way.  I don’t do the sharing thing, not even when it comes to ideas.

With all that in mind I mentioned a few days ago the trend of Fantasy Flight Games as a gaming company that is unusually good at what they do, and how an emerging market is changing to intersect their particular business model.  Part of the creation of that business model is the failure of public education and the open rebellion that millennials are about to unleash upon the global marketplace.  Well, as I was making those statements Rock Star Games, a video game manufacturer of popular titles like Grand Theft Auto, Red Dead Redemption, and L.A. Noire released the fifth edition of their very violent and morally decrepit game, Grand Theft Auto.  In the first twenty-four hours of release, GTA5 made $800 million dollars and in just three days hit one billion in sales.

I have played Red Dead and L.A. Noire, and both are wonderful games.  Red Dead is one of the best modern westerns I have ever seen, it’s a great game with large open worlds and is a real technical marvel driven by intensely realistic story lines.  It was a successful title.  L.A. Noire was a L.A. Confidential type of story that featured good guys in 1940’s Los Angeles solving crimes to root out the bad guys.  As good as that game was, it did not find an audience, as modern young people who drive the video game market could not relate.  So they shrugged the game.  Grand Theft Auto is a game that I can’t stand however, because it is evil.  It requires the player to be bad in order to succeed and glorifies drug selling, prostitution, and social decrepitude.  So I don’t play it, and have rejected the title.

Yet millions of kids absolutely love GTA which is a kind of compass needle which points to the direction society is moving—one that current education lovers, government statists, and political think tanks will find repulsive.  A video game with a billion dollars in sales has the power to change cultural references.  Movies that make a billion dollars during their entire release are thought of as social shaping indicators that drive artistically the values of human culture—and are taken very seriously.  Musical records that make that much money over a multiyear period are considered classics that define the generation of their release, but there are no definitions that can articulate the impact of a GTA video game that makes over a billion dollars in just three days.  The plot of the game is the beating and maiming of street whores, having shoot-outs with police, and stealing cars, and the graphics are very realistic.

I’m not going to say that the game is bad however.  It is a work of art that reflects the times that created it.  For all the reasons that L.A. Noire failed, GTA succeeds because it is the product of the first generation that have grown up entirely with failed role-models in their lives.  The parents at the homes of millennials have divorced too often and shown themselves to be physical and intellectual weaklings.  Father can never know best because he is on his second and third marriage by the time he’s forty.  Meanwhile the millennial’s step-fathers are losers who have sex with their mothers and complain a lot and do not have the moral authority to discipline children.  The teachers at their schools are out-of-touch and seem to be coming from a different world.  They are teaching statism to a generation that will be lucky to maintain a job at McDonalds—let alone work in a six figure income.  Millennials have had their religion stripped away from them and have been molded socially with a dangerous replacement of socialism taught in their schools mixed with carefully controlled capitalism broadcast to them from the largest stable influence in their lives, the television.  They can’t trust their teachers, they can’t trust their parents, and they can’t trust their religion.  They are a hapless heap of social failures created for them by the previous generations functioning from failed philosophy.  It is not their fault that they have been given a rage that cannot be communicated any other way but in total social rejection.

When I mentioned that football games in high school were headed toward extinction, the attitude of this millennial generation was what I had in mind.  Without values in those experiences, there is nothing to keep their minds anchored into the future—and public schools have taught the opposite.  They have exacerbated this entire situation.  Public schools have imposed themselves upon the American family, helping to destroy families, showing children that the real authority in the world is what they see at school, not at home, which is draped with chaos and decadence.

The success of Grand Theft Auto 5 is a sign of the times to come.  The players are living out a fantasy that fulfills the emptiness given to them by a statist society overflowing with failure.  I would say that GTA5 is the ultimate libertarian fantasy, and that will be the political persuasion of this millennial generation.  I am so sure of it that you dear reader can mark it on your calendar.  Within ten years it will be discovered that social gun acceptance will increase dramatically, sexual promiscuity will greatly increase, drug use will become more open, and a hatred of the police will permeate a vast majority of the population.  The social models that were built-in America from the 1930’s to the 1980’s will be wiped away completely for good and bad leaving a world that will not be surprised by every mass shooting that occurs, won’t give a damn about fairness or equality, and will have no respect for the law, or the politicians who make them.  For those over 40 who found the Occupy Wall-Street crowd dangerous, and morally corrupt, nothing has been seen yet as these poor hopeless millennials were born without trust and let down by every adult they had ever met from the time of birth till their social maturity at age 10.

It won’t be Rock Star Games that is at fault for the decadence of society in the years to come, it is the failure of an education system driven by government to carry entire generations of people to a statist philosophy that was rejected at the most primal levels of subsequent age brackets.  After all, public education is sold to the public as the fix all for all problems, and quite the opposite is true.  The failure of public education is the reason that GTA 5 made a billion dollars in three days.  It is the reason I hate public education so intensely because it is creating the kind of world where young people cannot relate to good guys, but only the bad.

When I was a kid playing cops and robbers provoked fights because nobody wanted to play the bad guy.  Everyone wanted to be the good guy.  This was the result of previous generations who had grown up on westerns and kids saw that their parents liked good guys and hated the bad—and kids always wanting deep in their minds to please their parents wanted to be something their parents would respect.  So every kid wanted to play the good guy in such games. Now it is the opposite problem.   Now kids fight to be the bad guy.   They have learned that their parents are flawed characters and cannot be made to be happy, so they have given up.  Public schools sought to fill the void with statist educations which only made things worse.  That is why GTA5 is such a hot seller and is the envy of the entertainment market.  The movie industry is aghast by the numbers, politicians are completely unable to comprehend the why or how.  Society is in for a very rough ride that they are not prepared to deal with.  Politics will change dramatically within the decade—and there is no stopping it at this point.  The situation will just have to play itself out.  To understand that situation, study the sales of Grand Theft Auto 5, and the future of America will become quite clear, and it has nothing to do with the values of Bill O’Reilly on Fox News, or the hand holding unified world of George Soros.  It will be more like the plot of Grand Theft Auto 5, and for that, the blame deserves to be placed on the shoulders of the institution that promised since the creation of The Department of Education in 1979 to make society better not worse.  Public education is the cause of GTA5’s success, and the blame deserves to be assigned there and only there as it has ushered in a period that will be one of the darkest in the American experience.  Mark my words—I see it as clear as a noon day sun upon a hot cloudless desert.

Rich Hoffman

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The Bee Hive of Lakota Schools: Parasites, Thugs and Communists

A wonderful example of the labor union hypocrisy penetration of public education came to me through an email message from a guy who communicates with me regularly arguments contrary to mine. As it is well-known by now, I report virtually every bit of news that comes out of my school district of Lakota with the intention to combat the constant tax requests imposed by that education institution upon my community.  I write at least one article every day, sometimes two or three. When Lakota is light on news, I cover other topics discussing schools all across the country, and sometimes just to take a break I talk about other kinds of things all together.  However, the primary focus of my blog is the evils of public education particularly centered on my home district.

Of course there are people who take great offense to what I write, because they profit off the education business in some way or another as it currently is.  And those people look constantly for some way to undermine my arguments.  That is the spirit of the letter listed below where the commenter sent me three pictures of nice, pleasant women who teach at Cherokee Elementary as an attempt to invalidate my claims that teachers are typically, parasites upon civilization, thugs as their radicalism brings harm to the communities that employ them, and are serving an occupation that is designed around the philosophy of communism.  I list the letter below without the pictures of the teachers to protect them from unneeded scrutiny.

Rich,

 

I am a little tired of seeing images of teachers from other cities in your blog.  So I give you images of three teachers from Cherokee Elementary.  The titles above them have been given to them for no apparent reason other than they are teachers in Lakota, just as you have labeled virtually every teacher in Lakota as being parasitic, a communist, and a thug.  Why don’t you start with these three teachers in your effort to call out the bad guys instead of beating around the bush with the out-of-towners you like to put in your blog.

 

Parasite

 (picture omitted)

Thug

  (picture omitted)

Communist

 (picture omitted)

 

 

William Schmidt

 

 

What I love about that letter is it shows the weakness of the labor argument.  The primary driver of high taxes imposed upon communities by their school districts is the collective bargaining agreements that were typically reached through the threat of labor strikes by the same teachers that were mentioned above.  It is through collectivism that the budgets of Lakota were wrecked—as all boats in the teacher labor pool rise together regardless of skill level and personal behavior.  Typically, through collectivism, the bad teachers such as the parade of teachers who have been busted recently at Lakota for sexual misconduct hide their evil actions behind the smiling faces of the nice teachers exhibited from Cherokee Elementary.  Through collectivism the bad, unskilled, and corrupt disguise their failures behind the good deeds of the few.

When a bee hive is identified as a threat to a small child out of fear that the youngster might swat at it and stir up the hive of bees into stinging in retaliation, it is the fear of the collective bees that is the threat.  But when individual bees are seen landing from flower to flower harmlessly doing their business, they might be considered a thing of beauty.  Typically when I see a bee land in my swimming pool, I will scoop it out hoping to save it, so that it can live life one more day.  But if a bee hive were near a spot where a child I cared about played, I would incinerate the hive killing thousands of bees in the process to protect the child.

The collective bargaining agreements reached by the teachers unions are a bee hive in our communities.  It protects the bad by using the good as props to show value for the collective whole, which is what the letter writer above was attempting to do—sensing that public sentiment is very much against their public education arguments.  He is attempting to play on my sentiments, which are universally human, to fish out a struggling bee out of a pool to save it from drowning, when I am arguing the incineration of the entire hive.  The hope is that by pulling the focus away from the collectivism that caused the trouble of creating school levies and focusing on the individual lives of a few teachers the bad behavior of the of the collective whole will be forgotten.   They are attempting a trick from the past which created the entire problem.

Collectivists in education want the power of group force behind them to advance their position, but when they get into trouble they seek individual recognition.  When a teacher has sex with a student it is just one or two bad apples that have went bad, but when they want more money, they collectively stop work and hold children hostage from their educations to force wage increases.  I show routinely that these problems are nationwide and exist in every school where labor unions control the political structure.  This leaves the only strategic maneuver by them to loot off the good merits of a few teachers to justify the cost of the entire bee hive.  The teachers mentioned above I have no doubt are nice people taken individually.  They are someone’s mother, someone’s daughter, someone’s special someone, and are not the epitome of evil.  Yet, they allow their good names to be tarnished in association with the group hive of their labor union where statist advocates use the good deeds of a few to justify the evils of the many with looted value.  This makes them every bit the menace as the child molester because the pervert is allowed to hide behind such good teachers through the collective bargaining process.  This makes the entirety of the teaching profession in public school an evil entity which should be defunded at the very least, and eradicated politically before it further destroys the next generation the way it has the previous three.

The attempt to use three mild-mannered teachers from Cherokee Elementary as a way to run cover for a profession that advocates open communism, and radical Democratic political policy on the backs of children is sheer evil.  Evil is not always in the biggest, scariest foe, but sometimes is most dangerous when the single bee stuck in the swimming pool appears harmless enough, but is simply a trap for the entire hive.  Public education is on a declining trend and its advocates are seeking the good name of the very few to loot their collective value for their perpetual salvation.  However, eventually just like money, good deeds do run out and once the good stop offering themselves up as sacrificial victims to the merits of collectivism, the communists, the thugs, and the social parasites will have nowhere left to turn as they are then exposed for lack of anything to hide themselves behind.  This is the nature, and frustration of the note sent to me from an education advocate who can’t fathom such a realization.  But even if the skill is not present to see the facts, the facts exist and will not go away just because pro education supporters wish them to.  Once the masks of goodness are stripped away from individual analysis, what becomes quickly evident is that the teaching profession is filled from the top to the bottom with parasites, thugs, and communists.  This leaves the next statement which should then be obvious to all—what will society do to protect themselves from this diabolical menace that unleashes upon all society an invisible attack designed to conquer the minds of children before anybody ever realizes it?  The first step is to not approve tax increases, and from there let the system collapse on itself.  The way to destroy the bee hive is not to become filled with compassion for one single bee, but to see the threat as a whole.  In this case, every public school in America is a bee hive filled with busy bees functioning as a collective unit for the manufacture of honey.  But in these schools the honey is not the kind consumed as food, but is taxes for the solitary consumption of the federal government and their statist policies of doom concocted with tyranny in mind sold to the public through promises of comfort…………and goodness.

 

Notice how all those lip dub videos were published around the same time as Lakota did their video.  Lakota wasn’t doing anything new.  They were just copying off everyone else like all collective organisms do, and that is what they are teaching children.

Rich Hoffman

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Common Core at Lakota: Jaden Smith “School Is The Tool To Brainwash The Youth”

The reason I have been pointing out recently the excessive popularity centering on the war games from Fantasy Flight Games is that there is an obvious social shift that modern statists are not observing.  The amount of people who are rushing out to purchase new updates of the new Star Wars Miniatures game is quite astonishing.  The reason is that when I was a kid, it was very unpopular to be such a geek and openly play Star Wars games, or even Dungeons and Dragons.  That kind of activity came with a kind of social stigma that was negative.  If a young person didn’t play a sport, or hang out with a certain kind of popular personality type, they were on the out and thought of as social rejects.  But in 2013 that stigma is all but gone.  To get a sense of what I’m talking about watch the video below which was an annual address given by Fantasy Flight Games at the recent Gen Con in Indianapolis.  Pay particular attention to the 41 minute mark of the video and measure the crowd reaction.

I find that an important observation for the simple reason that within ten years there will be a dramatic shift in public sentiment toward the traditions of public education, especially the benefit of extra-curricular activities like football and cheerleading.  As the college bubble busts, millions of kids realizing they are not going to get a scholarship to a school that will only waste their time will not submit to the age-old scam of public education funding. When the youth of the current generation, the age of young people who are rushing out to purchase the latest Fantasy Flight Game offering, there will not be sympathetic ears to future levy requests and the type of tripe offered by the Lakota school system shown below attempting to sell the benefits of Common Core instruction to a gullible public.

Common Core is a statist education system, and those who support it typically see big government solutions to family problems.  They envision the school stepping in to a family to save the child from a future their parents are not qualified to provide—at least as defined by the statist.  The pro and con selections above are clearly in favor of preserving the present education system—which a year or two ago might have upset me greatly.  But there is a trend forming that the supporters of Common Core and public education in general has not yet identified—the trend that can be seen in gaming circles where young people from age 15 to 30 are gathering to play games like Magic the Gathering, X-Wing, and War Hammer.  Those gamers are not raising families as their predecessors did many years ago, the types of people who attended the Cherokee Elementary meeting about Common Core shown in the above documents.  Those previous generations loved the social activity of public school, the bands, the cheerleading and the football.  The next generation doesn’t care so much, and it shows.  There’s nothing in a Friday night football game for them when it is far more exciting to play a war game with friends over pizza.

When I was a kid, only remote pockets of people did these kinds of things, playing games and indulging in “anti-social” behavior which was the typical stereotypes of Dungeon and Dragon players.  Most everyone else craved to “be seen” at the football game parents and students alike.  In this way, the school was the center piece of a community, and the labor unions took advantage of the social addiction with high taxes for wages that were clearly inflated.  Increasingly, the demographic group who plays Fantasy Flight types of games and video games is changing the marketplace.  Speaking with these people increasingly with my experiences playing X-Wing there is a noticeable rebellion against school centered activity.  I do not see today’s X-Wing, and Magic players sitting in a future meeting of Common Core education and listening like mindless drones to the diatribes of big government school board types.  I see a rejection of state centered education in favor of alternatives.

Jaden Smith represents well this new emerging public school sentiment from the upcoming generation.  Jaden might be best known as the star of the remake of “The Karate Kid” and for his lifelong role as the son of Will Smith and Jada Pinkett Smith, but the 15-year-old is also starring in his own online controversy after sounding off against America’s education system, calling school a brainwashing tool.  And guess what………….It should come as no surprise, but as a 45-year-old man, I agree with the young fellow.  He’s dead right.

Jaden tweeted to his more than 4.5 million followers on Sept. 12, “School Is The Tool To Brainwash The Youth” and “If Newborn Babies Could Speak They Would Be The Most Intelligent Beings On Planet Earth.”

Jaden, 15, is considered Hollywood royalty, being a friend of Justin Bieber and dating a sister of the Kardashians, Kylie Jenner, but some people say he is setting a bad example with his comments.

http://abcnews.go.com/blogs/entertainment/2013/09/jaden-smith-finds-wisdom-in-everybody-dropping-out-of-school/

Jaden Smith’s opinion is rather typical of the gaming crowd—a crowd that is growing rapidly.  Again, when I was a kid, nobody spoke the way Smith did.  Nobody wanted to be considered a “social outcast.”  But increasingly, it is cool to be against statism, and to play table-top war games and World of Warcraft late into the night.  Those people once they become property owners of their own and get married are likely to plug their children into a computer and homeschool them so that they can save the expense of paying for fees at a public school for typical sports programs, and transportation costs.  The parents of tomorrow won’t be whisking their children off to soccer games to satisfy some silly social imposition of public opinion—they will be playing games with their kids at their dinner tables and staying home to save the money so they can buy more games from Fantasy Flight Games.

I bought a new B-Wing fighter over the weekend from the Wave 3 release of Star Wars: X-Wing.  The store owner told me that his shipment of 50 arrived on Thursday and were gone by Sunday.  I bought his last one. Ten years ago, I along with a handful of others would have been the only ones to make such a purchase.  Today, there are at least 50 in three days.  Ten years from now, it will be commonplace, and high school sports will be the rarity.  The social gains made in public school that were so important to previous generations are dying on the vine, and Common Core, with all the cheerleading by statists for it, is an education system that is currently on the life support of extraordinary high taxes paid by a sympathetic generation who still sees public schools as the center of communities.  But at Yattaquest in Mt. Healthy on a Friday night, or Gamestop any day of the week, an entirely new voting bloc is emerging, and they feel about public school the same as what Jaden Smith does.  When they grow up and have property and their own families, they won’t listen to the kind of Common Core presentations that Joan Powell and company performed at Lakota with the above documents.

Public education may win a victory here and there, but the nail is already in their coffin.  The youth of today will not support it in the future the way that other generations have because they have seen the scam firsthand.  The statists who advance the myth that public education and society in general are the pillars of a community are going to learn in the very near future the folly of their beliefs.  To see the future, visit a war game store on the weekend and study the type of people who are so passionate about those games.  Society may call them nerds, but they are smart, because their hobby demands they use their brains, and they see through the veil of statist education programs like Common Core—and they won’t bite on the bait thrown into the tax increase waters.  They won’t care if the statists call them names such as selfish, greedy, or anti-social.  Because all they will care about is having enough money to purchase a new pack of Magic the Gathering, or X-Wing Miniatures.  To them, the schools can rot away into oblivion and free the children who are imprisoned within their clutches of unthinking tyranny.

Rich Hoffman

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The “For Lakota” Cult: Levy supporters, voodoo priests, and South Pacific cannibals

Like a voodoo priestess sprinkling blood from the cut off head of a chicken upon a sidewalk making shapes in tribute to the shadow gods, the Zombies of Lakota have come up with a new slogan for their 2013 tax increase campaign, “For Lakota.”  The zombies of that cult ridden school district in Southern Ohio would have voters believe that a sacrifice of higher taxes would be to the benefit of the community when in fact it is only “For Lakota.”  The zombies would have all believe that their campaign is for the kids of the school, but in reality it is only “For Lakota.”  The concept of sacrifice to the mysticism of superstition is the cornerstone of the levy zombie argument as logic is the victim of their offering.  The tax increases the Levy Zombies propose in the upcoming election are sacrifices by the community “For Lakota,” for teacher contracts, for political union control, for price-fixing, and for the pervert teachers who prey on the children who innocently attend the school.

As the yard signs in favor of tax increases pop up like zits on the face of an unfortunate teenager, the message of “For Lakota” has many meanings.  But the primary one is sacrifice.  Sacrifice to the gods of academia and their teacher’s union.  It is they who drive up the cost of education and require the sacrifice of the community to sustain their blood thirsty cult of thoughtless zombies.  It is “For Lakota” that the wealth of the community residing around the Lakota school district is tossed hoping through superstition that children will miraculously become smarter, more independent, and functional adults when the grim reality is that they are bred to be thoughtless hominids half dead to the world around them.

When signs displaying “For Lakota” pop up in a neighborhoods across Liberty Township and West Chester beware, a Lakota Levy Zombie resides there and will attempt to toss everything they can of value into the pit of fire the way South Pacific cannibal tribes tossed their virgin daughters to the fire gods residing in the lava pits of a volcano.  Among all these primates, the voodoo priest, the volcano cannibals, and the Lakota levy zombie, they all declare the need for sacrifice to satisfy their appetites for destruction.  In the case of Lakota it is the loss of fiscal value that they seek, not just the blood of a living being.  One type of parasite seeks the life energy of the human being; the other seeks the lifeblood of an economy.  But they both thrive off social sacrifice for the greater good—their good.  When the signs stating “For Lakota” are seen remember that the displayer believes in this brand of sacrifice, and that their intellects are no different from the slack-jawed cannibal which haunts the remote islands of the South Pacific.  Only these sacrificial parasitic zombies of Lakota are worse because they look and smell like normal people, but they are far from it.  The best way to recognize their treachery is to look for yards where “For Lakota” is displayed.  Upon such places the Zombies of Lakota reside.

Rich Hoffman

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The Wonderful HWK-290: Working with the Millennium Falcon to dominate X-Wing Minatures

For me the Millennium Falcon from Star Wars is a symbol of freedom.  It was the pirate vessel of the smuggler Han Solo and became the premier deterrent against tyranny in the plight against the evil Empire.    I love the ship in the fictional context for which it is presented.  When I ride the Star Tours Ride at the Disney Parks I always hope for the beginning shown below, where the Falcon is sitting in a hanger surrounded by Imperial troops before suddenly leaping off the deck to launch itself into a firefight in space before escaping.  There is no presidential address in human history which moves me more than seeing the Falcon sitting there at the opening of the Star Tours ride.  The video below does not capture the mood completely, only in reference.  On the actual ride, it is quite spectacular because visually it is captivating, but metaphorically, it is multi-dimensional—and important.  There is no level of sign stimuli more appealing, no sporting event more dramatic, and no political event more powerful to me than watching the Millennium Falcon in flight.

I became hooked on the new Star Wars game called X-Wing Miniatures because of the fantastic model they had made of the Millennium Falcon.  There has never been another more meticulous model of such a thing ever produced to my knowledge for the simple task of playing a game.  But that game has deep combinations of options that are much more dynamic and interesting than any game of chess known to intellectual circles.  The 3’X3’ game surface of a typical X-Wing game holds seemingly infinite strategies to use against an opponent which is refreshingly wonderful for strategy prone war gamers—such as myself.   It has been many years since I have loved something so much as I love Star Wars: X-Wing Miniatures.

I look for reasons to play with the Millennium Falcon at every opportunity, but because it is such a powerful ship I have found that I can’t use it the way I want as I have been teaching players new to the game to play using simpler rules instead of my Falcon build which involves many complex options. I have been looking for a great support ship for my Falcon that points-out right at 65 points.  I shudder to consider spending so much on one ship in the game, but if my reason to play the game is to play the Millennium Falcon, then I owe it to the game to find a way to justify the experience.  Most 100 point games in X-Wing come out to three ships, sometimes four or five.  So tying up 65 points on my Falcon build is a steep price indeed.  That means the Falcon will be continuously outnumbered and will have to take a lot of abuse to survive—which is ironically the actual role it had in the Star Wars mythology.  Winning is not guaranteed under such conditions, but it’s the way I like to play the game.  It requires excellent piloting instead of attacking opponents with mass, which is usually the best strategy for everything.

The ship I found to support my Falcon is the HWK-290, which just came out on Wave 3 from Fantasy Flight Games.  Manufactured by the Corellian Engineering Corporation in the decades preceding the Battle of Naboo, the HWK-290 was a concentrated effort by talented shipwrights at breaking into a new market. Focusing on making the new design appeal to the wealthy of high society, the HWK-290 was an attempt at capturing business outside of its normal audiences.

Major marketing research was conducted on the demographic segment CEC sought to capitalize upon. As such, they designed the ship to appeal to entrepreneurs and wealthy merchants. One concern of the individuals questioned during the research phase was that the current designs of the time were often delayed at checkpoints and customs stations because they were armed; it was thought that the time it took goods to be delivered could possibly be reduced by removing the armaments of the ships. Additionally the majority of those interviewed said that the ideal ship would not only be fast but aesthetically pleasing as well, unlike most freighters, which are bulky in appearance.

The research provoked a design totally independent of the iconic YT-series freighters, which tended to be associated with the less savoury elements of society. The HWK-290 prototype had the appearance of a large bird of prey and when displayed at trade shows and conventions brought about many questions as to the availability of the ship. Designers also listened to initial feedback regarding the ship and made minor modifications to the interior until it was determined that the right balance of aesthetics and functionality were achieved. At that point, production began in earnest.

When the HWK-290 rolled off the production line, it was an unarmed, extremely fast, agile ship that could outmaneuver and outrun most fighters and had largest weight capacity for carrying cargo of any freighter up to 30 meters long. It also contained an impressive state of the art sensor array for a ship of its size and class, the purpose of which was to detect trouble before falling victim to it. Additionally, it was a lot more luxurious inside than normal freighters, boasting large passenger and sleeping areas, entertainment consoles and a cockpit that was designed with the comfort of the pilot and co-pilot in mind.

While only seeing relatively moderate success in contrast to that of the YT series, production of the HWK-290 was discontinued during the Clone Wars in favor of military production. Despite no longer being manufactured, the HWK-290 has found popularity in the inventories of smugglers and pirate groups, a far cry from the original clientele for whom it was initially designed.

http://www.swcombine.com/rules/?Light_Freighters&ID=158

I ordered the HWK-290 well in advance of its release date, and it shipped to me from American Hobby Supply in a box coming from Fantasy Flight Games.  As I was helping my daughters get set up for their big party over the weekend, knowing that at least one of my nephews from out-of-town was coming, I was hoping my HWK-290 would arrive in time for the party so I could fly it while teaching him about the game.  Sure enough the tracking information showed that my HWK-290 was coming and it arrived right on time on my front porch.    Receiving that package was one of the most thrilling things I have put my hands on in years.  That statement is not in reference to a lack of options in my life—quite contrary.  But in my life mythology is extremely important, and the X-Wing game is a perfect symbiotic relationship of hobby model building and strategy mixed with deep metaphorical mythology.  In that context the HWK-290 is the perfect complement to my Millennium Falcon and it was exciting to put my hands on it after thinking about it so much.

The reason I love that ship so much even though it is comparatively slow as opposed to the A-Wings and Tie Fighters is that both my Falcon and HWK-290 feature a 360 degree shooting radius.  The strategy I plan to use with these two ships is not for everyone as the key to winning with them will be in maneuvering strategy.  When the package arrived the day was a picture perfect sunny day in Southern Ohio, the sky was cloudless and the temperature was in the lower 70s.  It was a weekend day with little pressure other than the upcoming party at my kid’s house for my first grandson.  Opening the package from Fantasy Flight Games with the HWK-290 so carefully packaged within the box revealed the climax of such sentiments.  At that moment it was a perfect day in every respect.

Of course I played with it that night as I showed my nephew how the game worked.  It was challenging to fly, but I got used to it quickly and can see how it will play out in many future strategies to my liking.  But seeing the HWK-290 parked next to my Millennium Falcon brings back to my mind that wonderful opening on the Star Tours Ride at Hollywood Studios, where the Falcon begins in captivity, frees itself, nearly collides with a cruiser in space during an intense battle only to escape in a nick of time into the safety of hyperspace.    The HWK-290 and the Millennium Falcon go together well and I am excited for the many wonderful adventures that await those two during epic battles yet to be fought.

Rich Hoffman

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The Communist Teachings At Lakota: Superintendent Mantia Protects Teacher Wages

The scouting report at Lakota regarding all things campaign related is that I am a narcissist that thrives in the spotlight and the way to win this next election is to diffuse me without engagement—so not to play into my strengths.  Lakota as a progressive institution find it appalling that any individual would see themselves as “bigger “than their socially centered school.  On the other hand, my scouting report on Lakota is that they are the narcissists as a collective organization who believes they are the center of the community, and that they are acting on behalf of what’s good.  The reality is that they are a cancerous leech that uses children to drive unionized government workers into inflated wages and have tied themselves over time to real estate values as a back-up to their child extortion racket.  As a progressive organization they were set up years ago to fulfill the communist infiltration of America after McCarthy overplayed his hand—and the insurgents were emboldened by the public support of their cause which followed.  Communism sought to infiltrate the public school system through the teacher unions and advance progressive goals, and there was never a finer example of this trait than the article by Superintendent Mantia in this week’s Today’s Pulse.

To know how ridiculously misleading and parasitic the Lakota school system intends to make itself upon the community which is its host it is important to read the quarter page public awareness column that the community newspaper gives to Lakota’s Superintendent each week.  This latest week, as much as their campaign strategy has been designed to diffuse my “narcissism” Mantia acknowledges that she is reading here at Overmanwarrior’s Wisdom frequently, because she addressed several of my recent points made upon these pages.  Her topic this week was a proposal to reduce fees in extracurricular activities so to increase student participation.  But first she felt she needed to set the record straight on the value of teachers who volunteer their time—“for a small fee of course”—to provide students with extracurricular activities.  She said, “Many, though not all of our extra-curriculars are guided by our teachers.  They earn a small amount of extra money for doing it, but the vast majority put in far more hours than they’re required to, because they love what they’re doing and know how much it means to kids.  Per-hour our coaches and advisors could make far more money working at any fast food restaurant.”  The most dangerous part of that statement is that Mantia is a quarter million dollar member of Lakota’s management team and they are preparing to engage the labor union in 2014 contract negotiations.  Mantia clearly is on the side of the teachers and the union based on just the statement she provided above—so anyone hoping that Lakota will put up a good fight against the union can wake up.  Mantia is a former teacher, and she is on the business side of teachers.  The management at Lakota is bought and paid for by the labor union and they are just “narcissistic” enough to believe that the residents of Lakota are stupid enough to supplement their scam with higher taxes.

Mantia goes on to say, “The two qualities we see young people develop so often in extra-curricular activities are leadership and teamwork.  They also learn the value of sacrifice and hard work, and often, other life lessons.  They may have to accept that they may not always be the star.  Sometimes they will have other roles to fill.”  She goes on for several more paragraphs with the same kind of progressive drivel for the next quarter page in the newspaper in that same fashion neglecting to report that the causes for the high fees imposed upon students and their families in the first place are due to her mismanagement.  She chose to raise sports fees to punish parents for voting down Lakota’s previous three levies, and not ask the teachers and other Lakota employees to take a 5% pay cut which was proposed by No Lakota Levy after the levy defeats.  Instead she advised the rest of Lakota’s management to raise sports fees to protect the teachers who work under her from unnecessary public scrutiny over their average salaries of 63K per year.  She chose protecting the highly paid public employees over the community health then, and now to appear as though she were doing the community a favor ahead of the fourth levy attempt, she is floating the idea of being “compassionate” so that she can earn votes for a levy allowing her to throw that money gained straight at her upcoming union contract—which she already blew the negotiations by revealing her pro-teacher position—which for those who know her was a foregone conclusion.  CLICK HERE TO SEE THE FINANCIAL FACTS ABOUT THE UPCOMING LEVY.

Mantia had the audacity to state that her teachers would make more money working at a fast food restaurant then they would be paid to stick around a few extra hours a day to teach kids during extra-curricular activities.  For those who aren’t so good at math, with an average salary of 63K per year, the teachers average approximately $30 dollars an hour, so teachers can make a lot of extra cash off their “extra-curricular sacrifices.”   But what’s worse in Mantia’s comments are the things she values from these experiences which come straight out of the progressive playbook, sacrifice, team-work and other “shared values.”

The statements about communist penetration of our public schools have been underway for many years, so long that it is doubtful that Mantia has the intellectual history to grapple with the issues.  She and her teachers are paid well to not pay attention to the “big picture” only to teach it.  She was raised into the system and knows of nothing else.  The attack against America was subtle, and occurred before her time.   She believes she is sticking up for her employees with her comments and support of another tax increase against the community.  But she is the one who’s narcissistic, and wrong.  My father-in-law was visiting over the weekend and told me the story of how on Friday he was called into a school district where he lives in Kentucky as a substitute—a very affluent district that is the home of many thoroughbred owners.  The demographics there are very similar to Lakota.  He was called in to teach as he has been a teacher for public schools for several decades, and now in his later years does it only as a substitute.  He holds several degrees, one of them a Master’s in geology.  He reported his anger to me upon seeing two of the topics given by an advanced English teacher to their class written on the chalk board, one on the merits of Marxism, the other on the merits of feminism.  Students had to pick one of those two topics to write about.  It wasn’t hidden with subtle dialogue the way that Lakota hides their progressive educations, because there isn’t a narcissistic Rich Hoffman in my father-in-law’s school district to call them out, so they recklessly placed their agenda up on the chalk board for all to see.  He was aghast at what his very affluent public school was teaching children and his obvious question—why wasn’t there a third topic about capitalism to choose from?  The answer was that public schools are not about American traditional values, they are about collapsing economies and advancing fairness for all—at the expense of productivity.  They are about higher taxes through schools as a way to redistribute income from one sector of the economy to another and they advance their agenda recklessly through the narcissism of the parents who support a large centralized institution that is simply a parasite upon the community.  Those parents believe that in exchange for their support of people like Superintendent Mantia, and the 63K per year teachers at Lakota, that their child will escape a life of mediocrity and become successful adults.  But what those parents discover too late is that the taxes raised are intended to be spent on teaching their children the merits of sacrifice—of sharing their wealth for the benefit of others.  What their children are learning, which was confirmed in the comments of Superintendent Mantia in the Sunday, September 15, 2013 edition of Today’s Pulse of Butler County, is that kids are learning to work hard for the sacrifice of others so that collective society can advance fulfilling the aims of communists many years ago.  These school officials will mislead, manipulate, and stoop to any low to advance the progressive platform.

The fight of our day is not in Syria, Russia, or even the Middle East, it is in our public schools where saboteurs are using our money stolen from property taxes to convert our children into socialists through an advanced communist plot hatched before Superintendent Mantia was even born.  She is paid to advance that plot and look not too closely at their intentions—which is driven by government for the service of government with the ultimate example of narcissism provided anywhere.  And it is our task to put an end to their scheme.  There is no hiding it now; they are out in the open with their intentions.   All that is required now is to admit that such sinister plots are at play and they intend to feed off the innocent minds of our children for a social goal that is not in their best interest.  As Mantia said in her article, sometimes kids need to “learn the value of sacrifice and hard work, and often, other life lessons.  They may have to accept that they may not always be the star.  Sometimes they will have other roles to fill.”  Those roles under communism are to work hard for the benefit of the greater good, a greater good that is determined by mother government for the benefit of itself and the employees who make it grow.

Rich Hoffman

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A Morning In Liberty Township: Celebrating a backyard fantasy land of creativity and life yet to live

I usually wake up at 5 AM every morning to begin my day, and I am often alone with the early morning noises that accompany a sunrise.  I never tire of mornings.  There is something optimistic about every one of them that I find endlessly enduring.  Every start of a new day is a hope for something that was better than the day before.  However, over the weekend I awoke to find my wife still up, not yet having gone to bed, baking and preparing for a mammoth day of celebration that occurred at my oldest daughter’s home—a celebration of my youngest daughter’s first born son paying tribute to his first birthday.  CLICK HERE TO REVIEW THE DAY HE WAS BORN.   My daughters created for our first grandson a complete conversion of their Liberty Twp home into a story book themed party inviting both sides of the family to a mythological exercise that will lay the path for static patterns lasting a lifetime.  For the many birthdays that follow, my grandson will have this first one to launch him onto a lifelong quest of adventure, curiosity, and creativity.

In our family creativity is extremely important.  I raised my girls on the idea of creative enterprise even when the world no longer values such things because the benefits extend well into more remote aspects of individual lives.   As little girls my wife and I would allow them to convert the entire house into the concepts of their creative thoughts.  My girls had access to the entire basement to create anything they wished any time they desired.  If their creative enterprises took them into the late hours, we let them do it without restriction.  This followed a tradition my mom started with me, allowing me to do much the same, only on a smaller scale.  The belief was that the mind being active had value on a young person and that value would translate over into other aspects of their lives.  It was certainly true for me.  I did so much of it that many adults were deeply concerned when I arrived into my teenage years showing no desire for pop rock music, girls, or fashion of any kind.  I didn’t care about school, or the people I knew there because I was more content to live within the world of my own making, than in sharing my space with others.  The creativity that I had as a young person was the first foundation I had into self-reliance.  When some of those adults decided that I needed to grown up, and took away all that creativity, I gave them a string of violent years in protest which really never went away.

For my children I never restricted them in manners of creativity.  Over many years I have known many very affluent families in Indian Hill, Northern Kentucky, and other similar places where their wealth afforded them the luxury of eccentricities.  I have known entertainment types on both American coasts who make their livings off creativity, and host grand extravaganzas at great expense for their children and grandchildren.  But all such events and people fell short of what my daughters did for my grandson, for reasons that defy conventional logic.  As adults, and for the first time in their lives my wife and two children all shared equally in creative input as each are extremely gifted at different crafting skills, which was why my wife had baked, and cooked for a straight 30 hours without going to bed or resting.  She even forgot to eat all day Friday in preparation for our grandson’s birthday.  Her mind was in rapture with creative enterprise as the cake, and various other extravagant deserts she prepared had her mind working on overdrive.

My daughters meanwhile where busy at work transferring their Liberty Township home into a storybook setting of a living mythological significance.  Most everything cooked was done by either my wife or daughters, and every decoration was made or built by an immediate family member meaning my children or one of their husbands.  Nothing was store bought directly.  Everything was made by hand only for the event of my grandson’s first birthday.  There was no financial reward at the end of the endeavor, not a single bit of it was done with a fiscal concern.  The entire effort was performed for the solitary reason of launching the young fellow into a life filled with creativity unhindered by convention.

When I was a kid, my mother was a room mother at school hoping that it would engage me more in my classes which I found grotesquely boring.  I hated every moment of school, starting as early as kindergarten.  My teachers noticed my obvious athletic ability early on, but more than even that, they found I was very artistically inclined.  My art projects were always the features hanging up in class for all to see as my teachers hoped to use me to show what a good job they were doing, and hoped to inspire other students to do the same—which none of them could of course.  The reason is that I learned my creativity at home, from my mother who would do multiple craft projects all the time.  As a room mother for our holiday parties, she would do elaborate gifts to give all the kids in my class.  She did this until I was in the fourth grade and every kid wanted her for a mother.  Many of them acted like the little craft gifts she brought to school to give them were the best things they had ever received in their lives.  For some, it was.  Even some of those young kids who would grow up and become wealthy, driving Ferraris and indulging in the rewards of fiscal surplus never forgot the wonderful things that Mrs. Hoffman did for them during their grade school holiday parties.  The reason is that many of their parents were just beginning to accept the progressive dual income role that is now the standard today and they had no parents at home who did nice things for them—because the parents were too busy.

I made a point with my own children to make sure they at least had what I had—hopefully more.   I made it so that my wife was always home, and my children had unlimited creativity to indulge in to build their brains.  My children when they were little came home from school, and went straight into the basement where they built entire cities out of wood, cardboard, and putty.  This went on until they were essentially graduated from high school.   My wife extended the tradition my mom had started and provided for my children–an unlimited creative environment.  My wife, a creative bastion herself makes blankets, clothing, cakes, and exotic foods and is a limitless resource of creativity that mixes style and fashion perfectly.  When she was a teenage girl she was a model for the John Casablanca School of Modeling and had parents who had wonderfully high tastes.  She was set to become a fashion model in New York—until she met me.  That sense of style helped shape my kids from the raw creativity that I had, into a careful balance of fashion that my wife brought to the table.  The result has been the best of the two worlds.  The culmination of that experience was seen at the magnificent party my children put on for my grandson—and extended family.

The intention was not to impress anybody, not me, not the family, not their neighbors—nobody.  My children simply wanted to participate in the act of creation with the opportunity to provide for my grandson a life that holds all possibilities that the mind might possibly generate.  Many might think that the little boy will never remember the events—that such an extravaganza was a waste of time.  But they fail to understand that even though the brain does not consciously remember, it unconsciously writes information upon itself forming the static patterns of an individual’s life.  CLICK HERE TO REVIEW STATIC PATTERNS.  This is why it is so important to put good things into a brain even during sleep so that good things come out of the mind.

Driving home the other day on my motorcycle a very expensive Harley Davidson pulled up alongside me with its radio blaring.   Normally motorcycle riders wave to one another, but this guy didn’t want to look at me.  He was a middle aged guy, bald, fat around the middle, and he had a mustache typical of cops and firefighters.  Sure enough by the stickers on the back of his motorcycle he displayed several showing that he belonged to a firefighter’s union.  He seemed to recognized me because of my heavily anti-union stance, especially among cops, firefighters, and teachers.  He was playing classic rock on his Harley radio very loud and truly thought he was cool.   I looked at him directly laughing hoping to engage him, but he refused to look my way.  He was an example of garbage in, garbage out.  Young people in their 20’s can put garbage into their minds and hide the results from the rest of the world because they are only a few years away from their childhoods—from the constant positive messages aimed at kids through toy commercials, and  popular entertainment.  But after abusing themselves from 18 to 30 with careless sex, terrible music, and chemical intoxicants such as marijuana and alcohol the effects begin to show by age 31 to 40.  By the time those individuals are 40 to 60 they look like beat up sacks of garbage that have been drug behind a truck for twenty years.  Their cell structures rebel against years of abuse and their small minds cannot give any other command to their bodies but to look like chaotic messes.  They are often fat, smelly, and look sickly.  This rider was a victim of many years of bad decisions and his music was an attempt to carry him back to the beginning of his life, to his morning years.  In his mind he hoped that a young 20-year-old girl who is at her own beginning might find him appealing.  But the young girls only see a ruined old man—fat, ugly, hairy in all the wrong places, and a follower of other such men because he’s so proud of his “union brotherhood.”  The girls laugh and snicker sending photo texts to their girlfriends making fun of the Harley rider as they pull up next to the guy at stop lights.

The reason my daughters put on such an elaborate party for my grandson was to give him the start of a life that carries him far away from the fate of people like the Harley rider.  It was to launch him into a lifelong quest of creativity that will take him further than any of us have been able to go thus far.  The extravagance was not to impress, but to repeal a society that does not value such things—which is why society is struggling with so many personal issues.   The party was intended to write upon the young boy’s static patterns a brain activity that carries him to new heights not yet known, for a life that has possibilities only experienced through boundless creativity.

I am proud of them and all their work.  They did what they did not for a single ounce of social gratitude, but for the unsaid mysteries that feed the human mind of a young child.  Birthdays are a celebration of life and in our family; life is meant to be lived not squandered.  It would be a failure if my grandson grew up and became like the unionized Harley rider, middle aged and still stuck mentally at the age of 15, and still looking for girls the same age.  The work my family did was to insure against that tragic scenario, to guarantee that our grandson will grow up to reach for the stars instead of another bottle of Jack Daniels and become just another adult porn addict.  My wife stayed up all day and night cooking and baking to make sure that her grandson can begin the second year of his life with the knowledge that life can be whatever you make it to be.  Learning to make life good starts by developing creativity at an early age. Creativity can be applied not just toward career goals but in every aspect of life from the time that a person wakes up in the morning until they journey off to sleep each night.

I love mornings because like my grandson’s life, they hold infinite possibilities for creative use toward goals only a human being can conger up.  I never tire of their infinite possibilities as the sun gradually grows brighter throughout the day.  I am proud of the party not only for my grandson’s life, but for the rest of my family, who contributed, from my mom who went against the grain when the rest of the world was going to their jobs to be the mom every kid in school wanted.  I gave that to my fashion model wife who gave even more of that creativity to my own kids.  While at Disney World over this past summer, my children hatched this birthday party by looking at the way Downtown Disney was decorated and decided to elaborate further into their own backyard for my grandson’s first birthday.  I am proud to have watched the creative arc occur over many decades culminating at this wonderful event, dedicated to a life lived, not squandered to faceless decay.  As my reference to the Harley rider shows distain, it is because in the morning of his life, he chose to waste it, and the cost of his waste is evident now, no matter how shiny the motorcycle, or loud the radio.  For my grandson, the first steps into his life will more than guarantee that his life will not be wasted as the day of his life lengthens and gets warmer, and busier muddled with complexity.  The intention of the party was so that when he arrives at bed at the end of the day he can rest his head knowing that he lived his day fully, and utilized every measure of what is offered to the mind that thinks creatively.

Rich Hoffman

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What Is Meant by Having “Thin Skin”: Stealing value from those who have it

It has always come up, and for whatever reason lately, has come up more often than usual, the notion of having a “thin skin.”  The insinuation is that one should develop a “thick skin” and yield to insults of whatever kind for the purpose of collective opinion.  Most of the world functions on this premise; however I disagree with it vehemently.  I take name calling as a challenge to combat, otherwise it wouldn’t be attempted—for that is the real meaning behind the action.  Yet our modern American interpretation of name calling and subtle slander is to assimilate the individual into group oriented behavior—to do as the drill sergeant does and drive out individual ego from a task and replace it with group assimilation.  When the term “thin skin” is used, most of the time it is because the accuser wishes to impose upon another the destruction of individual ego so that they yield to collective enterprise.

When the issue of bullying is addressed in public schools, this is almost always the root cause.  Schools do not know what to do about bullying because they are institutions of compliance, and require the destruction of individual ego.  They generate bullying behavior by their very nature of existence.  So they hope to curb the most violent forms of bullying with rules which never work, because the desire of institutionalism craves more the compliance of ego destruction than the compliance of rules to serve the whims of individuals.  So as along as public schools exist in their current form, bullying will always occur.  There is nothing a teacher, an administrator, or a parent can do about the issue.

In the military, bullying is used heavily during basic training.   Personal insults are flung at individuals to strip them of their ego.  The military mind molder then replaces the stripped away ego with compliance to greater causes associated with sacrifice to the group.  Colleges do the same in their hazing rituals for the similar reasons.  This is why such large portions of functioning adults have duality issues in their lives—why so many of them feel individually unsatisfied, ethically, sexually, intellectually when they are alone and are driven like moths to fire at social circles of group assimilation in order to find personal comfort, which never fully comes.  They drink, get drunk, pop anti-depression medicine, or indulge themselves in some type of television prime time fiction, or fantasy sports selection to compensate their personal loss.  The human craving of such activity comes from the destruction of their individual egos—and usually at the young age of grade school.

The entire human race past the age of 15 years of age expects group yielding to some degree or another.  It has been pounded into our minds from a young age and the results are terribly obvious.  Personal depression is driven by the need to align the values of individual ego with the social imposition of group assimilation.  The desire to fulfill the empty goals of any group whether it be in a business enterprise where the underlings structure their lives around sucking up to their boss for the needs of the company rather than the drives of their individuality.  The boss should not be surprised when they discover that a parade of incompetents work for their company.  The boss hired individuals to fulfill certain tasks, yet those employees have built their lives around group pecking order, becoming obsessed with who is where on an organizational chart, believing falsely that the title one holds provides the merit of value for a job done—and those titles are given out by the boss—so sucking up might provide such merit.  Both parties miss what they are looking for in the relationship, the boss loses because they end up hiring incompetent staff members who bring nothing to an enterprise but bobble heads who nod in agreement not because they agree with the boss, but because they want the titles the boss is entitled to provide to those deemed worthy.  Because the boss often thinks the same way, they often give such titles to those who are most prone to assimilation to their organization—and failure ensues.

When I was young as is still the case, I did not accept this assimilation.  In sports I sabotaged my own career because I would not allow myself to be assimilated into the group.  I refused the snippy comments and personal insults from my coaches thinking they were making me better with violence earning me the nickname of “animal.”  The older I got, the worse it got until coaches stopped trying to involve me.  They wanted my athletic ability but I was just too much of a pain for the “team” they were trying to build.  In class, I didn’t accept it from teachers.  One example was an English teacher who was late every morning for home room class.  This went on for months. The entire class had to stand outside waiting for the teacher to arrive.  I felt as an individual that this was wrong, because it disrespected the individual rights of the other kids, and it made me very angry.  So one morning when this teacher arrived to class—late, they discovered that the lock to their classroom door was packed shut with chewing gum, so that a key would not unlock the door.  My message to the teacher was that if they wanted to ensure they could unlock their door in the morning, they better arrive early to protect it from sabotage.  It took half a day to get a locksmith to open the door, which I had packed with gum in full view of everyone.  Of course some of the students told the authorities on me as they were seeking favoritism from the teacher in a similar way that businessman kisses ass to work their way up the institutional ladder.  They want the authority figure to grant the titles not based on individual effort, but by degree of personal sacrifice to the organization as a whole.  I got into a lot of trouble, but it didn’t stop the behavior.  I went on with a group of friends to set off fireworks in the halls under student’s feet within the very next week, and had frequent fights with other students.  I sought to sabotage authority any way possible.  It wasn’t that I went out looking for trouble, but was simply protecting my individuality against group assimilation.

As an adult I am very happy, and healthy.  I’m in my middle years now, I take no medicine for depression, heart disease, or any other physical aliment.  And while many my age seem to rely on Viagra to maintain their bedroom stamina, I couldn’t imagine having such a stupid problem—and don’t need it.  I don’t drink, I don’t over eat, I don’t lose sleep at night over social issues, I could care less what my neighbors are doing so long as they don’t bother me.  And I could sit for entire weekends totally alone and not get enough “me” time.   I love myself, and I am happy I do.  The result is that I have much love to give my family because the value of “love” is generated by my ego—which is uniquely preserved.  Part of the preservation is in not tolerating attempts to assimilate my behavior to the whims of group compliance.

When it is said that such people have “thin skin” this is what the accusers hate, they wish to see a person who will yield their individuality to group goals instead of an individual pulling the group toward their goals.  When it is wondered by the masses what the invisible qualities of leadership are, the root is in the ability of individuals to get groups to follow them.  But leaders are not provided in this fashion by titles given by a boss.  Leaders have intact egos that can bend the will of broken intellects to their desires by sheer force—the force is in unifying conquered souls toward a goal the individual leader desires.   Really good leaders can do the same with individuals as well, and I am of this latter category.   Because of my background that is often dripped with blood I learned how to achieve leadership without destroying the individuality of the participants.  The spilt blood was worth the value, because the skill is unique in modern America, and it serves me well.  That value wasn’t given to me by anybody; it is something I gave myself by not allowing my ego to be stripped away by group assimilators at any point in my life.

The same rules hold today.  I don’t worry what people say behind my back, but if they engage me directly, they will get a fight—100% of the time.  It is a personal policy that I have for my life to protect it against the forces of group assimilation which I have determined is one of the most corrosive forces in the known universe.  At times when I have found myself at Walgreens to get a passport picture, or just to pick up some small grocery item I continue to be amazed at the long lines of people seeking doctor prescriptions for ailments that are mostly psychological.  Most of the morbidly obese, the headache prone, the depression driven, the faulty heart conditions of those seeking Walgreen prescriptions, and even the blue pill popping men who desire to keep a four-hour erection for 5 minutes of bedroom engagement with their wives are driven to their multiple forms of insanity because of their stripped away egos which they yielded to group compliance imposed upon them by name calling.  Of course my attitude has put me before many court judges who threatened years in jail if I did not become more compliant, but I always presented to them the perilous dilemma, which I covered in my novel Tail of the Dragon.   I was always basically a good person, with moral authority on my side.  The cost of putting my non compliant behavior into a locked up area is greater for them than against me, so they have elected not to do it.  In times when blood has been spilt and bodies were broken, it was cheaper for the statist system to yield to the individual, because the refusal to yield in a locked up environment means death and liability for the captors—and knowing that they were looking at a pure example of goodness, they elected not to impose that cost on themselves. Thus, the benefit of being an individual in a socially broken world full of followers who are lost if they don’t have a leader in their lives to issue out merit for unearned action.  Name calling is the first step into removing ego from individuals for the benefit of group assimilation.  The loss of ego destroys individuals and robs the gifts that personalities have to give to their families, their friends, their companies, but worst of all, themselves.  Such victims die a slow death beginning in their grade school years once they start yielding to authority instead of fighting to preserve themselves.

So I have a strict policy against assault, I don’t allow it, verbally, or physically.  It is not my duty to learn to take it for some mythical “greater good,” yielding to the needs of institutionalism.  The by-product is that I have unique gifts to offer, and those who know me best, understand how much it enriches their lives—and institutions.  But the benefits cannot be understood without the context of leadership and what makes someone a “natural leader” and what makes others just kiss-ass administrators as worthless as toilet paper—the tragedy of our current society is in their lack of ability to know the difference because they are functioning from the wrong motivations in their lives given to them by faulty educations at an early age.  It is for these reasons that I have a zero tolerance policy for personal insult, and why many refer to my behavior has being “thin skinned” as if it were my social duty to allow impositions from inferiors to loot my value to bolster their own deflated egos with the value of my personal worth.  The term, “thin skin” is just another name calling attempt to do for the egos what Viagra does for their genitals, and that is something I won’t allow—and never will.

Rich Hoffman

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Obama Looks to Kickstarter to Fund World War III: The reason both political parties love war

Isn’t it cute that some groups are trying to raise money for President Obama’s World War III campaign?  Even though the below video is satirical, the humor is based on reality.  Obama is looking to start World War III and has proven to what extent statism has taken root in American government.  When the political left has turned against Obama and referred to him as a war monger, the extent of the statism in American, and all world governments should be terribly obvious.

For those who have the memory of a second hand on a clock that is perpetually fast, President Obama won his election based on his anti-war stance.  Many of the liberals standing with Obama now in his campaign against Syria were the same people who called former President Bush the same—a war monger—yet it is ironic how quit those same protesting voices have become now that it is a man of color in The White House who leads the progressive agenda in America from the political left.  The hypocrisy is grotesquely obvious.   That hypocrisy is captured wonderfully in the satirical video about the Kick Start campaign for President Obama’s World War III campaign.

Most of those who voted for President Obama, school levies, and virtually all tax increases, are just as stupid as the actors pretending to support Obama’s World War III campaign appear to be.  The typical Obama supporter does think it’s cool that Obama hangs out with a race baiting rapper and is social media savy.  Those are the criteria for voting for a politician so it is no wonder that the American republic is in danger.   They don’t care that Syria is a political smoke screen that serves the interest of the same powers which drove Bush to drive for perpetual war.  They only care that Obama knows Jay-Z.

The modern war of the statist government is not one of valor, or individual nobility where one man wonders whether or not they have the courage to take the life of another.  Few progressives wish to acknowledge that Teddy Roosevelt craved to attack San Juan Hill in Cuba not because he wanted to drive out the Spanish from the island closest to the continental United States, but to kill a man.  “The charge itself was great fun” Roosevelt declared, and “Oh, but we had a bully fight.” His actions during the battle earned a recommendation for the Congressional Medal of Honor but politics intervened and the request was denied. The rejection crushed Roosevelt. As though in consolation, the notoriety from the charge up San Juan Hill was instrumental in propelling him to the governorship of New York in 1899. The following year Roosevelt was selected to fill the Vice Presidential spot in President McKinley’s successful run for a second term. With McKinley’s assassination in September 1901, Roosevelt became President.  Roosevelt would spend his presidency stomping all over the American Constitution and would later lead America’s first Progressive Party, paving the way for Woodrow Wilson to become president as Progressives assimilated into the Democratic Party for the most part.  Roosevelt however had been a Republican, and many followed his lead.  Few who study history know the real reason Roosevelt wanted war; it wasn’t for national security, but to prove that he could kill a man, as he had hunted all the big game the world had seen—except a human being.  It was nothing more complicated than that—or moral.

http://www.eyewitnesstohistory.com/roughriders.htm

No question Obama does feel sorry for the poor people who suffer under a tyrannical regime in Syria, as all right thinking people do.  But tyranny is not limited to Syria, and there are many terrible deeds occurring all over the world yet Obama does not rush to help those.   Perhaps he chose not to look into the slums of Brazil when traveling to Rio to see the horribly poor who live under South American socialism, or the sad underpinnings of the radical Islamic faith, which Obama has been shy to scorn for reasons that are not mysterious considering Obama’s childhood in Jakarta.  Obama says nothing of the multiple human rights violations taking place in China, or even gives casual care for the millions of aborted babies who have had life snuffed away from them before they were even born.  At least the people in Syria killed by either Rebels trying to pin the act on Syria’s ruthless dictator, or the Syrian government—had a chance to live.   Obama doesn’t care about such things for reasons that might otherwise be mysterious, if it wasn’t known that the president was just the latest spokesman for government statism that doesn’t care if the occupant of The White House is a Democrat or a Republican.  If they sit in the Oval Office, presidents are expected by statism to adhere to certain rules, and one of those rules is perpetual war to always cover up the deeds of the wicked, and strategies of sinister intentions.

Obama wants war because he is a bad manager and he needs a distraction.  He was put in office because of his lack of skill so that the architects of destruction could maneuver him witlessly into their schemes.    Obama in just five years went from an anti-war protestor to a war monger and it has not gone unnoticed.  But it’s not just because Obama changed his position—it is because he doesn’t really have roots that sink deeply into any belief which allows him to be steered by real war mongers who wish to remain anonymous—concealing their actions behind a progressive president who won the Nobel Peace Prize, and is beyond refute to the international media.  That is the harsh reality, that not even the sinister communist Obama is really in charge but is just a slut spokesman for progressivism the likes of Lady Gaga or Mily Cyrus.  Their role is to carry the flag of progressivism, and to shove through more statist policies upon the American Constitution, they need war to keep the wheels of power from losing their concealment as they pull all the political levers of known politics.

The satire of Obama’s World War III scenario is not far off the mark.  It is funny because it’s real.  It does not take much imagination to consider whether or not Obama and his supporters would stoop as low as the actors of the video have, because they have before.  Obama was elected by people just as stupid and ridiculous as the fictional actors pretending to raise money for Obama’s World War III effort.   Only the Obama Presidency wasn’t a joke—it was real, and the menace to America has become obvious.   So maybe the video isn’t so satirical after all.  Maybe it is rather a work of seriousness brought to fruition in an insane world.   In that case, World War III has already started, and the money is already spent.  Obama doesn’t need Kickstarter—because he has the American taxpayer.  Americans tend to vote for higher taxes in cases of patriotic war, but not when it comes to large statist social programs.   It is there that anyone interested in discovering why Obama craves war suddenly need look.   War increases tax revenue—and for a money grabbing statist like Obama, it’s all about raising taxes.

Rich Hoffman

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