Literally I have waited my whole life to hear the speech that Donald Trump gave in Mexico next to their president, where he openly called for an end to the drug cartels. Of course I have been a Trump supporter from the beginning and I try to be as involved in everything Trump as I can. I have yard signs from the primary campaign that I still use. But after that speech in Mexico I literally stopped what I was doing and went down to the West Chester, Ohio “Trump” store on Cincinnati Dayton Road in Old West Chester and picked up a new Trump sign for my yard. As readers here know, I hate drugs. I hate drug dealers. I hate users. I hate people who promote drugs and even wear cloths making drugs look cool. The most despised symbol to me in the entire world—except for the “peace sign” is a marijuana leaf. I absolutely hate everything there is about illegal drugs—and I always have. I think I was born that way. At no point in my entire life were drugs appealing to me. I don’t even like legal drugs, like alcohol and aspirins. So Trump’s bold speech in front of the Mexican people calling for an end to drug cartels and the crimes that are part of their culture—my respect for Donald Trump increased magnanimously. If this isn’t your presidential pick in November—then you are part of the problem.
Nice job team Trump. It was a bold move and victory belongs to those with enough valor to seize the day, and in Mexico, Donald Trump certainly did! I am very proud today to be a Trump supporter.
Vicente Fox, the former president of Mexico helped make those cartels so powerful, and he was obviously jostled by Trump’s visit. Hillary Clinton equally was shamed by Trump’s trip to Mexico. Already she is playing from behind. All these facilitators of criminal behavior are worried, because they simply can’t compete with a man who can fly to Mexico in his private 757 and tell the world something nobody else anywhere would dare say for fear of assassination, then give a major speech in Arizona just a few hours later and still be home at the end of the night to sleep in his own bed. Trump is a real danger to those vile forces because he comes to the job of president with all the money and power in the world—and he doesn’t need politics to make him that way. That’s why he can say the things he does, and that’s why I simply love the man. What he has to give America is something it’s never had, and I am eager to see it.
As I sat with that VIP at a bar having a 9:30 AM beer and some nachos we looked through the big window onto our big 747 that was being prepped for our journey and he thought it was funny that probably for the first time in my life, I didn’t want to talk about Star Wars or the importance of its mythology upon the world stage, which I tend to do. Our conversation drifted off onto other things happening at that time, the NFL playoffs, whether or not Trump would make the Republican nomination, and the goals of our travels. But lingering in my mind was that bad feeling about the direction Star Wars was taking—a much more Huffington Post—Star Wars, as opposed to the dystopian THX-1138 version that I feel in love with as a kid—the small government, pro-freedom imagination fueling engine that really changed science, mechanical engineering, and philosophy for the human race under the guidance of George Lucas. For kids, Star Wars was great because it combined two of their favorite things—guns, and cool machines into one movie.
The new Star Wars writers, directors, and producers were more concerned about social inclusiveness—ethnic diversity, sexual empowerment, and a hippie like love of the “Force” than the hot rod inspired George Lucas had been as a former race car driver who took his love of mechanics and applied them directly to an unlimited free market tapestry of a galaxy functioning as a Laissez-faire capitalist bastion which was carrying that society toward a type two evolutionary threshold. After all, that was what made the original trilogy such a tragedy was that the oppressive Empire was seeking to control the entire galaxy from a central government through force. Even as George Lucas become more progressive the older he became, that original essence stayed with him on every Star Wars project he worked on through The Clone Wars animated series. Noticeably in the Rebels television show and now with The Force Awakens, it was obvious to me that George Lucas wasn’t calling the shots anymore, it was now a bunch of progressive San Francisco residents with body piercings and tattoos who had much different values in life than I had, and it bothered me. It was like our metaphorical mother—Star Wars—had married an old hippie with a bald head except for a long ponytail of fringed gray hair stained with the smell of pot smoke informed us that he was our new dad—and I didn’t like him.
I didn’t have a history with this new dad. I did with the old one, I had read every book, every comic and followed most everything that happened in the Star Wars storyline for thirty years and now this new dad was throwing out a bunch of stuff that reminded him of the old dad so that he could have sex with our mom and not think of what was there before him. For me the final straw was when Disney tossed out the expanded universe books which my wife and I had read for two decades and proposed that their future stories would “borrow” from those books, but that from now on, the new dad would be calling all the story shots—which was noticeably less exciting and filled with original thoughts. This new dad was not better than the old dad—he was different—and I have been rejecting him.
About a month before The Force Awakens came out the videogame Battlefront was released to the PlayStation 4 counsel and it was reportedly a dream for Star Wars fans. I love Star Wars games for all the reasons little kids love the movies and toys—because there is a lot of energy, strategy, and imagination in them which I find is like a personal vacation for me to visit those places to step out of the daily pressures of my life—it has become for me kind of stress management. I enjoy visiting big concepts in that boundless universe–conceptually. Star Wars has always given me hope that mankind can step away from the limitations of our past into a future full of opportunity. The games always make it easy to visit that world—especially through the Fantasy Flight Games products and the video games that have been produced over the years. But with Battlefront, I wasn’t sure I was going to accept this new dad in Star Wars who was throwing out all the things I had spent time getting to know over several decades. So even though my kids, and Matt Clark along with many others were pushing me to get the new Battlefront game so they could play it with me online—I was being very stubborn about it.
Shortly after that oversea trip my wife and I bought a next generation entertainment system with a 4k 70” television that is as crystal clear as anything I’ve ever seen. Since we’ve had it we have purposely watched anything filmed or created to fulfill the market parameters of the 4K technology except the new Star Wars products. I didn’t buy The Force Awakens at first when it came out on Blue Rey, I gave up on the Rebels television show, and I refused to buy Battlefront even when our television salesman offered to give it to me for free for spending so much money with him. I said no because I didn’t want to deal with the new ponytail hippie dad that Star Wars had become to me.
After a few months of dancing around the issue the news that Battlefront was releasing a VR experience for on their upcoming PlayStation VR system made me look seriously at what was going on with Star Wars Battlefront. I had already become used to what the 4K television experience could provide and I consumed all the media I could without any of it being Star Wars—but finally knowing that I was going to participate in the VR PlayStation release, I decided I wanted to pick it up Battlefront and learn to play. Softening my position on Star Wars also was my grandson who has discovered all my old collectibles that I have from nearly four decades ago, and they are his favorite toys to play with bridging generations with some common ground to work with. So I purchased the game and was just a little blown away by the experience.
I last remembered Battlefront 2 on the old Xbox so it’s been about five years since I really paid attention to what’s going on in the platform video game market. As I have said before, my wife and I played The Old Republic online for a few years and I have been into the Fantasy Flight Games tabletop releases—so I haven’t had much time for other things. I have a busy enough life; I have to pick my leisure events carefully. So I never picked up a PlayStation 3, as I stated when recently discussing the Uncharted games. I went from watching the PS2 graphics to essentially the latest and greatest in PS4—which is essentially 7 years of technical development. I really never thought a game like Battlefront would have been possible. Some of the levels such as the ATAT Attack in the Endor forest where an All Terrain Armored Transport makes its way down a creek bed to destroy a Rebel Transport before it can take off complete with rich vegetation, slowing running water and insects flying around were simply astounding—bewildering good graphically. Then there was a moment at the Rebel Depot where a Millennium Falcon was sitting in a hanger and the battle takes place around it where I had to catch my breath and just think how cool that ship was sitting there. The vehicle was nearly photorealistic and was something that was a childhood dream for me. Essentially, after those two battle modes my position on Star Wars softened a lot. Not completely, but I found enough value in those experiences to heal some of the betrayal I felt for the abandonment of the Extended Universe to essentially reboot for a new generation that was noticeably much more politically progressive. Yet what I was seeing on Battlefront was something I observed on the multiplayer modes of Uncharted, a very laissez-faire capitalist economy that rewards the best and most hard working and provides equal opportunity for everyone who wants to be the best they can be. That is why I found myself enjoying that environment and seeing a new level of benefit in the Star Wars franchise that certainly wasn’t available when I was a kid. It’s not just about movies anymore, but the extended experience that takes place in our everyday lives.
My favorite mode is Fighter Squadron where players can fly Star Wars ships in combat over ground targets, through smoke, clouds and vicious firefights. Graphically, everything is very photorealistic. It reminded me of the countless flight simulators I’ve played over the years—but it was by far the best. It didn’t take me long before I was flying against other people—many who seem to always be playing the game 24 hours a day—and I was on the top of the leaderboard with 34 ships shot down in one match and I was only a level 11 at the time. It was a lot of fun for me to get into something that was so familiar, yet so new and polished that I saw the great benefit that was happening intellectually, and philosophically. As I was shooting down other pilots from all over the world at 4 AM in the morning with a vicious firefight that only history pointed to as a similar experience, and I noticed how some players tagged onto my wing to provide assistance without being asked and people were working together to achieve objectives because it was in everyone’s best interest to do so—I saw many good things happening to people that they aren’t learning in school. Thinking of the other players online with me, some who were very good showed that a new evolution was clearly taking place and it was a global phenomenon which transcended traditional political parameters—and it centered on laissez-faire capitalism as a foundation. Video games by their very nature are very free market entertainment options, and based on the behavior of that very vibrant world, it was working and people were enjoying it in every time zone on earth—together. A lot of people have come to take this kind of thing for granted, but for me, it wasn’t that long ago where I was on the Spaceship Earth ride at Epcot Center in 2003 when my daughters and I first learned about the possibility of global communication through web browsers. I think at that time we still had to pay a usage fee for internet use. Gaming with all the information that travels over the various internet connections involves a tremendous amount of information that a 4K 70-inch television that can be bought at Costco for the price of a house payment, can show. I wouldn’t say that I’m old, but I certainly have had a front row seat to all this development both on the Star Wars front, and on the technological part—and the mythology, and the philosophy of economy was certainly inspiring.
It doesn’t feel like it was that long ago that I was playing the very first computer game, X-Wing which was a DOS based game which came out in 1993. In 1994 I bought my very first powerful PC which could play the game, and I was in love with it—I really never forgot the experience. I stayed up many nights playing it with my nephews and we had likely some of the best times of our lives with that game and some of its sequels which started toying with the idea of online play which was attractive to us since they lived in Florida at that time. But it was nothing like the smoothness of Battlefront—so I was a little bit enchanted with my experience and maybe not so critical of the new step dad. I don’t think the new makers of Star Wars are even close to being able to make movies as original as George Lucas did. At best, they may copy elements of the original series and the films will be enjoyable. But if that’s the best that we get, it’s still a lot more than a world without Star Wars—which is changing the philosophy of the human race a little bit each and every day in a positive way.
Star Wars Battlefront is just one online experience—there are in fact hundreds of possible titles all fighting for attention in a very exciting marketplace. Battlefront has the advantage of being associated with a popular space saga that has already captured the imaginations of several generations and speaks a universal language that transcends established trends, even religion—which is why to me it is such a nice vacation for my mind. When time prevents a real vacation, I have for years vacationed in the world of Star Wars and enjoyed it for all that it brings—primarily the fighting and hot rod space ships. For others, they like the philosophy of the Force. For me, that is too much kid’s stuff. I like the strategic combat that is involved in the wars of that galaxy far, far away. I’m not ready to give the step dad a hug, but I’m at the point where I might not leave the room. We’ll see how good the new Rogue One movie is. That will decide a lot. But for now, Battlefront was just spectacular and a real treat of a sandbox video game that I found I liked a lot more than I would have thought. I not only enjoyed it for what it is—a technical marvel, but for the evolution of philosophy that it offers players on such a grand scale. There are some very special things going on in that gaming industry and it is fun for me to not only watch, but to participate in. I enjoy sharing those experiences with my kids, people like Matt Clark, and even my grandson who spent most of the weekend mesmerized by the images on the screen. I have gotten used to the big television now, but to him it was like looking into another bright world full of energy and excitement. It was fun for me to just see the excitement coming from him. So in that regard, I’m liking Star Wars again. Hopefully the people at Lucasfilm and Disney don’t screw it up any further. Because there is an opportunity here to do something very special—and I hope they don’t blow it. If Battlefront is a sign of things to come—that looks to be a concern I don’t need to have.
Twenty five years ago while other people my age were just getting out of college and spending their nights in nightclubs looking to get drunk and have pleasurable entanglements with the opposite sex I was literally fighting city hall in Cincinnati learning the depth and nature of the type of corruption that presently keeps the vile Democrat Hillary Clinton not only out of jail, but as a front running candidate for president of the United States. My experience involved the Hamilton County commissioner Todd Portune—back when he was just a city councilman, Mayor Dwight Tillery, councilman Roxanne Qualls, Nick Vear and many of the most powerful developers in Cincinnati at that time. I was literally at war with the most powerful people in the city from the organized crime elements to the people who thought they were the smartest people in the entire world and I only had a handful of friends to help me in that endeavor—and we learned firsthand how the world really worked. Those who learn some of that truth are those whom Hillary Clinton recently called the “alt-right” which to her mind is a major fringe threat to normalcy.
But to my experience, that “normalcy” that she refers to is a corrupt position full of really bad people who deserve to not only be defeated, but punished until their very souls cry for mercy—because they are evil collectivists hell-bent on the destruction of the human race—and that is no exaggeration. I’ve been there and witnessed it firsthand. Looking back, I have a lot of pride in my experiences because first of all, most people never even dare to do some of the things I have done in their lifetimes—let alone, before they even turned twenty-five years old. And if they do, they certainly don’t live long enough to become a middle-ager like I am now. So I can speak from experience that what Hillary and her Democratic criminals truly are represent the embodiment of evil on earth and that they must make people believe that any investigation into their lives is a conspiracy theory because they must defer people away from the truth.
I was with a small group; really it was me and two friends when we gave a presentation about the Banks Project in Cincinnati long before what was most recently built. One of those friends was a certified genius who had spoken to a special session of politicians, developers and wealthy donors at city hall in Cincinnati on ideas planting the seeds of what has now two decades later become a proper use of the riverfront properties. Covington, Kentucky was developing their skyline and Cincinnati was falling behind and wanted to catch up. My friend gave a presentation that was literally twenty years ahead of its time, and nobody back then wanted to hear it. His presentation far outshined any other presentation that evening and all the news stations were there to record it. When he was finished we expected that we had changed the world and everyone would beat a path to our door from then on. But what we found is that at the conclusion of the event, not one reporter, not one politician—even though they all knew us—and not one developer—even though one of the most powerful in the city at the time was personal friends with us and his Penthouse playmate wife was a little addicted to me at that time—not a single person approached us for a handshake or a kind word. To prove a point I purposely sat in the middle of the room as all the hobnobbing was going on afterwards and sat in a chair between Mayor Tillery and then councilwoman Roxanne Qualls. They pretended like I wasn’t there the entire time. Even when I spoke loudly to my other friends about how fat Roxanne Qualls ass was, nobody acknowledged me or any of us because as collectivists they found individual behavior reprehensible and against their foundation philosophies—and their only defense was to pretend that we didn’t exist because our presence threatened their reality.
We were all shocked a bit because in movies when people did heroic things like we had to even get to that meeting, there were celebrations and fanfare. But that’s not what happened. Actually that was the second time I had experienced that situation. The other occurred a year earlier at my five-year Lakota school class reunion. My wife and I both went to Lakota and had been married at that point for four years. We were mature for our age and planned a family right out of high school while I pursued very ambitious entrepreneurial activities. I was going to college, but it was dreadfully boring, and I hated it. So at the same time, I was developing myself in ways that gave me a lot of life experience. In my early years, during high school I pushed the limit on everything including life and death. I was in trouble with the law a lot not because I was a bad kid, but because I wasn’t afraid of anything and when you are a teenager—especially a male, there are a lot of challenges that come your way to put you in a peaking order that society dictates. Well, I rebelled against that with an insistence on my individual freedom, so I made a lot of enemies—let’s just say that. I had spent a lot of time in court and had trouble with the law in every county in southern Ohio. I had a special friend who was a judge in Sharonville who kept me out of jail because he understood that I was too smart to be a criminal and that my behavior wasn’t delinquent; it was resistant to the imposition that society sought to inflict, so he kept me out of legal trouble, even when things got bloody. When my name was involved in the death of people, he took care to keep me out of the details, which looking back I appreciated. I think I was living an authentic life that he wished late in life that he had—so there was a mutual admiration. (I’ve told the story of meeting him while filming a Channel 19 commercial when I was only 16.) So when I met my wife, I was ready to get married and focused on building a family because I had already done and seen anything and everything a young man needed to. When I was 18 I felt like I was already 50 in life experience so there wasn’t any question and my wife and I started having kids.
At the reunion I was well-known. Some people were a little scared of me because of my reputation, some were uneasy of me because all through my school years I was never associated with any social groups—which I deplored. I wasn’t a jock, even though I was really good at sports—I wasn’t a “head” even though I had all the rebellious tendencies of the most delinquent teenager—I wasn’t a geek, even though I loved Star Wars, orchestra music and art, I wasn’t an honor’s student, even though most of my best friends had genius level IQs—and more than anything I had no insecurity about my lack of placement in that matrix. I never remember worrying about “fitting in” with any of those groups and was always proud of my social and intellectual independence. So I knew a lot of people, but I wasn’t particularly close to anybody—by design. That made for an interesting class reunion. Out of everyone I was the definitely the one who was married the longest, but I also had the most kids and they were running around the podium where the class president was giving out awards to people in interesting categories like that which is customary at those types of things. I qualified for something like five awards out of the twenty given that day because I had been leading an unusual life. But guess what? I didn’t get a single award even though my kids were there for all to see running around playing while the class president was giving her little presentation. Now I really didn’t care, but I did notice that everyone really wanted to pretend like I wasn’t there because I represented something they didn’t want to admit to themselves and their only defense was to pretend like I didn’t exist.
When the city of Cincinnati turned its back on our offering to turn the riverfront into what the Banks currently is—twenty years before they actually did it—I learned that a pattern was emerging which is exactly the same type of thing going on with Hillary Clinton in 2016. The people she calls the “alt-right” which is a term I’ve never heard until this past week—are the type of people she and her fellow collectivists have been avoiding all their lives. Their strategy is to pretend like people smarter than them—better than them—people who don’t need them for anything—don’t exist. So long as they do that, they protect themselves from the realization that there are people outside their realm of control and that unstable realization is truly frightening to them.
I have been teaching people about these things for three decades now—and I have no inclination to stop. Over the years, I have watched as more people joined me on the “alt-right” and now the numbers are nearly insurrection level and that is freighting to the Hillary Clinton types who hide their crimes behind collective uniformity and hope that nobody notices. When somebody does they attempt to isolate those people with fringe labels, but if that fails to domesticate the fringe elements of our society because they don’t care about the opinions of the collectivists, then suddenly people like Hillary Clinton have a math problem. If too many people fail to fall in line, the entire structure of their orthodox behavior begins to come undone—and that is what is happening to the Democrats just ahead of Labor Day. The old tricks aren’t working—they do of course on the stupid—the mentally beaten—the compromised individuals who seek to hide their shame in the masses because they lack the courage to stand as an individual in the light of society. But the tricks aren’t working on those in the “alt-right” movement—those conservatives who have not allowed themselves to be drug into RINO territory because society said that such things were “popular.”
A republic style of government such as what we have requires people to “think” not to bend their lives towards the whims of popular sentiment. One should not be afraid to express themselves or propose a new idea because you never know if some new innovation of thinking might carry mankind to another step. But before that can happen, you can’t worry about hurting the feelings of the establishment, or bending your ambitions to the weaknesses of the orthodox. If acceptance into a “group” is your aim, you are thinking incorrectly. The whole purpose of your life is to think as an individual. You weren’t born as a “group.” You don’t die as a “group.” You experience the best and most horrifying things in life as an individual, and there is a reason for that. It is to mold in your brain the proper wiring to expand mankind to an incremental destiny and that never is realized in group associated behavior. The very notion of a raw “democracy” where the “majority” rule is a faulty concept destined to failure—and a right thinking person can spot such people a mile away—and can defeat them easily.
It gives me great pleasure to see that there are more “alt-right” people now than there were two decades ago when the members of that city hall meeting were trying to suppress a rebellion of young men trying to do big things in the face of normalcy. Watching Hillary Clinton’s face in these public events she has been giving lately has been fun to watch, because her world is crumbling. Are there enough “alt-right” people to change things yet—we’ll see? I will continue to teach people who want to listen how to think in the correct way about things—but I can say this, there isn’t anything that Hillary or her despots could do to prevent me from doing and saying what I do at this point in my life. What I’ve been through is more than any of these people have in the tank—so I don’t worry about them at all. They are easy to beat—and the sooner others realize that—the better our society will be. But for now, desperation is beginning to set in and I am enjoying it. There just aren’t enough suckers anymore willing to overlook the obvious in favor of an illusion—and the Democrats are in real trouble. And they deserve to be.
It’s not going to work this time. That vast “right-winged conspiracy” Hillary Clinton is talking about in a scripted speech she gave on August 25th 2016 is nearly a verbatim cry made by her after husband Bill was impeached by congress in the late 1990s. A lot of the Millennials who are supporting her now were just babies back then, so they don’t remember. Many of those Millennials are now members of the media that is covering her, and they are seduced by the black magic of the Democratic Party—a mass theft of wealth for global aims. But there are a lot of people who have seen this story before and they aren’t falling for this second attempt at the same old Clinton scam—and that’s trouble for fat-ass Hillary.
Forget about what anybody thinks of Donald Trump and his views. When it comes to the Clintons, they are criminals who have been caught in so many terrible actions—and they aren’t even in the White House. Just the Clinton Foundation issues are enough to sink Hillary Clinton—because it points straight to direct corruption. But then there is the private server and her destruction of evidence, the lying to congress, the perjured comments, the mishandling of Benghazi which actually led to deaths—and all that is before we even start considering the conspiracy theories—like why so many people end up dead around her, or that she and her husband are terminally ill—because they look like death awakened. All by herself, Hillary Clinton is a disaster. She has burned bridges and cut out hearts and all that is finally catching up to her, and she has nowhere to hide.
In desperation, Hillary Clinton can only try to divert attention away from her diabolical record. But we’ve all been burnt before by her, and we remember. Now the blood is clearly in the water. After her speech today, she revealed that she knows she’s vulnerable because she had to revert to a shot in the dark strategy she attempted many years ago, which stuck on a much more naive nation. But we’re not so naive now. Only drug abusers, welfare recipients, MTV viewers and social losers are supporting Hillary Clinton’s progressive agenda—in spite of her obvious criminal conduct, and that means that Democrats are in for a harsh reality on election night.
I’m sure they are planning to steal the election just like they do our money through taxation—but the country of America isn’t falling for this scam a second time. The press may be slow to cover the issue—but they can’t hide from this. The conspiracy that really matters is that Hillary has managed to stay out of jail, because that’s where she belongs. For her, it’s only a matter of time. She crossed the line a long time ago.
While Obama and Hillary were off at separate events enjoying life as the world burns—much do to their own mismanagement—the contrast between them and Trump couldn’t be more obvious. Even for me, a person who has been with Trump since the beginning, the contrast was quite dramatic. There are still 80 days until the election and it was clear who wanted the Oval Office more. Hillary and Obama are part of an entitled class who thought that it was appropriate to take the weekend off. In response to Trump’s visit to Louisiana Clinton declared that she made a few calls to the governor of that state out of concern—but the effort would have taken 10 to 15 minutes maximum and Obama stated that he’d clear his schedule for the following Tuesday to visit the flood zone—nearly a week after the tragedy occurred. It’s not like Louisiana is on the other side of the world from Martha’s Vineyard. It’s a short flight that could have been conducted in a morning. Obama could have done like Trump, fly down, tour the zone, talk to the people and be back north before noon and still had the entire day to conduct whatever business needed to be carried out. Yet all the established politicians got caught napping and Trump outworked everyone and didn’t even break a sweat.
I had a moment of clarity while at Top Golf in West Chester, Ohio which is a brilliant sporting complex that was a lot nicer than I thought it would be. As I was there for lunch I was listening to Mark Belling cover for Rush Limbaugh. Belling was a never Trumper during the primary campaign but he has since come around to appreciate Trump and it was interesting to hear him speak about his transition optimistically. As I looked around the Top Golf facility with Mark’s words in my ears I had one of those flashes of American potential that was extremely refreshing. It was a nice day. From my vantage point capitalism was on full display. NFL preseason games were on the television monitors everywhere, the place was packed and there was a lot of eating going on. Across the Top Golf greens was the new Main Event complex where bowling, climbing and many other activities were now available next to my favorite regional book store, the Barnes and Nobel of West Chester. Next to that was a Mitchells where I have been to many business lunches and dinners. Soon right next to Top Golf will be a Bass Pro Shop. The entire complex felt fresh and energetic like what you’d expect to experience at Disney World. It was all top notch vacation destination type stuff and was the result of many great minds thinking creatively as individual contributions to expanding the market economy of West Chester. And behind the scenes where government belongs, I knew a lot of what I was looking at was the result of two trustees, Mark Welch and George Lang who are pro capitalist entrepreneurs themselves who manage West Chester in much the way that Donald Trump is proposing to run America as a nation. Once word got out around the United States that West Chester was a hands off—high per capita location, wonderful entertainment companies like Main Event and Top Golf made investments and the result is simply spectacular.
Like all productive people though, Top Golf was only part of my day—a small part at that. Within an hour or so I was back to my obligations for the day working hard. A few hours later I did meet my wife at Ikea which was just across the highway from Top Golf to look through some new bedroom options for our guest rooms. We had dinner there and again I enjoyed the view of West Chester’s new bustling panorama. Since it was Friday a lot of people were coming in from out of town just to visit Ikea which has become a destination shopping event for many. New hotels had sprang up to accommodate the demand and it was just another example how capitalism improves the lives of people so dramatically. Everything I could see was the result of “making money.” Not redistributing the money that has been made like Clinton and Obama believe in their static hearts to be the root of all government activity—but the Trumpian capitalism of job creation and therefore wealth building. When you lay the foundation for investment and creativity, good things happen and West Chester, Ohio is a prime example of it. When Trump says he can bring back jobs and bring back optimism and energy to the country, this is the kind of thing he’s pitching.
Trump is not talking about being a typical president. Like most successful people, he does many things in a day and lives every day to the fullest. If he finds he needs to apply more effort, he does and he obtains the desired results through sheer tenacity. Playing golf in Martha’s Vineyard is just one thing he might do in a day so that’s the reason it is so despicable that Obama wouldn’t take the time to fly to Louisiana to visit the flood victims. As a president with a private airplane, such a journey is nothing—but it means so much to so many people. And after nearly eight years in office, Obama still doesn’t get it—that’s because he has never been independently successful—he has only witnessed success as a second-hander. Hillary is in a lot of ways even worse. She benefits from knowing a lot of powerful people as the wife of a former president and she actually thinks she’s entitled to the presidency and could take the weekend off.
Trump is independently wealthy—has his own luxury airplane so flying all over the country is like sitting in his private office. It’s not hard—and that opportunity is something he built for himself through a lot of hard work. So when he needs it, Trump can apply his hard work to maximum benefit and be all over the country and still have dinner with his family on Sunday while running for presidential office. And when he really needs to lock down an issue, he can have the kind of week that he just had, because as a private sector guy, he is familiar with hard work and he simply outworked the Hillary Clinton machine which is filled with second-handers and have no idea how to match the effort. But what Trump is fighting for is not to be a dictator like Glenn Beck fears or any of the other pro Hillary supporters. Trump is talking about a completely different kind of government—one where those who run it take a back seat to optimism and empower those best positioned to do the right things to unleash the power of capitalism—which is really what Hillary and Obama fear most. Because once people get a taste of that—really for the first time in America—they’ll never go back to how things have been. And that is something to really get excited about.
I had to deal with a poorly misguided, pretentious know-nothing this past week who thought that he knew everything—and I tried to do it in the kindest way possible. But the poor fellow couldn’t stop running his mouth so consequences hit him hard. Before that regretful end the collectivist oriented challenger used the Florida Seminoles as an example of collective excellence—where the many are greater than any individual as a validation of his faulty philosophy. As he did, I felt sorry for him, but yet became enraged because like most people trained in the conventional way—he was blind to the real truth—that we may play as a team in life, but we win as individuals. Teams don’t win. Individuals do. It is when individuals play better than everyone else that teams win. The second string cornerback on a Seminole team still won a national championship off the back of Jameis Winston’s quarterbacking a few years ago—and all of the campus of FSU proclaimed that “they” had won. But in reality, it was just a few individuals who had done all the heavy lifting. Everyone else just rode on their coattails—which is how it is just about everywhere else. Thus, those who believe in the nonsense that many minds are better than one, or that victories only come to those united together are mislead into a frail existence which allows the most lazy and lackluster to believe that they are equal to the most excellent. They aren’t. My style of doing things is to find the excellent by putting them through the rigors of competition, then putting the exceptional in position to win as an individual so that they can drag all those band-wagon riders with them to victory. Those who hide behind others cheering for uniformity yet do nothing to contribute to victory are just fans in the stands chopping to a fight song uttered by collectivists when the real battle is on the field of play conducted by the loneliness of individual excellence and bold maneuverings in the face of valiant opposition.
For fun I have been killing a lot of other players on the Uncharted multiplayer on Playstation 4. For those who want a piece of me and walk around their apartments and talking among each other fantasizing about “teaching me some kind of lesson” you can meet me there and we can fight all you want. My Playstation handle is Overmanwarrior of course, so I’m easy to find. The first thing to realize in life is that words are cheap. When you sit in a chair and do nothing to perform, you make no decisions to help make a victory taste sweeter, and simply ride on the coattails of other people’s hard work—you haven’t done anything in life to justify empty words that come from those lips. Yet those who come from collectivist oriented backgrounds, like labor unions, college campuses, and even Masons all fail to understand fundamentally the keys to life success. Yet the definition is quite clear on multiplayer video games like Uncharted 4. Titanfall, and Call of Duty. I personally like Uncharted because it suits my personality much better than some of those more serious titles. At the end of a team death match when your team wins, Nathan Drake says playfully, “There is no I in team, but there is in win.” Upon hearing that I realized that there was a lot of wisdom in the statement, so I put it up in my office for everyone who enters to see. That is essentially the entire thesis of the great novels Atlas Shrugged and The Fountainhead, and the foundation of the Donald Trump presidency. Yet it was playfully inserted into a videogame for the masses to consume unwittingly and I found that compelling due to its raw truth.
Typically in team death matches during online play, there are four to five people on your team going up against an equal number on the opposite team. Many times, when you are the strongest player teamed up with a bunch of newbies, no matter how good you do individually, you will lose, just like in real life. This simple observation is what union slugs and people who are voting for Hillary Clinton believe to be the foundations of their rationalization. But you have to go a few steps further to uncover the true essence of this phenomenon. Usually, if I can get at least one other player who can hit hard and keep the opposition fire directly off me, I can tip the scales toward a win. The other players on the team have to at least run around and engage the other players so that they can’t concentrate all their fire on my position. I am that guy who is constantly trying to herd other players into mass to attack our targets with overwhelming force. I am also that guy who is constantly reviving other players to keep them alive longer. I am also that guy who is the first to engage the enemy—nearly 100% on every round I play. I don’t hang back. I’m a very aggressive player, not just in video games, but in real life. That is the exceptional element that often changes the nature of a game. Winning or losing has everything to do with the exceptional ability of just a few of the players. If you are lucky you will find that out of the five players you play with, two or three of them are all exceptional, which just about guarantees a victory. At the end of each match, if your team wins everyone wins. If you played exceptionally, your score will be between 1000 and 2000 points. If you were mediocre, somewhere around 500, and if you were bad, the score would be under 100. But everyone wins. Yet the team didn’t equally contribute to the win. We played as a team, but we won based on individual exceptionalism.
And that’s how it works in real life too. We are not stronger—together. Weak players can easily cripple the efforts of the exceptional. Having too many weak people in a society will off-set the efforts of the best and most gifted. However, if the exceptional are empowered to perform at their full potential, then even the weak and lackluster, mouthy, union, slug will win by default like the fans tomahawk chopping the air at a Florida Seminoles football game. A star quarterback might throw a deep bomb to a star receiver for a winning touchdown. The linemen might have played just well enough to let the play develop, but the crowd in the stands do very little to help that process—short of providing some inspirational encouragement. All the participants are not equal—yet they win as a team because they all played. The victory was captured by individuals.
I am not interested in conventional thinking. It is the way that everyone does everything—so that is boring. I am always looking for the exceptional, for the “super.” I have even less patience for the backseat driver who criticizes and moans about “fairness” when it was I who took all the risks and has done all the heavy lifting. When those people assume from the comfort of their little chair that they are actually equally participating to the victory of a “team,” it’s an insult to me. Those people are just bench warmers and they are not equal to the exceptional so therefore “fairness” is not applicable to their circumstances. They have a role to play in case of an injury, or to meet the accepted rules of the games we play, but they are not “equal” to the exceptional and are not therefore prone to the justifications of fairness. Fairness is getting a championship ring even as a bench warmer when the heroes of the team won the game. It’s not the team that actually won—it was the individuals on it that played better than those on the opposite team. It is never fair to the exceptional to have to share victory with the lack luster—but individuals usually don’t care about such things. The best among us don’t cry about things being fair, because usually they make their own fates anyway, and they get on to the next challenge. It is those powerless to do for themselves who are always crying about fairness—because they need others to win in order to carry them to victories in life. When fairness is demanded its rooted in the fear that they must wait for more exceptional people to enter their life in hopes of achieving more chances at victory. Otherwise, they are powerless to do for themselves.
I don’t get pleasure in ruining people’s lives. I give everyone a shot to impress me—equally. But there is a reason that I’m in a position to garner such judgment—and it’s not because we are all equal. When someone works as hard at life as I do, they can challenge me for equality. But until they put the level of effort that I do into things, I’m going to be harsh when they challenge me, because they have no right or authority to do so. And when they try to hide behind some collectivist diatribes about the “many being stronger than the one,” it’s really going to make me angry. When I find talent out there with the potential toward exceptionalism—which I may see, yet is completely invisible to others, I will put in the time and effort to breed those with my personal coaching to become winners in the future. Sometimes it takes over ten years to perform this coaching and honestly, I’m not open to other people’s opinions on that matter because they don’t have the same skills at pulling the exceptional out of people where I do—so their opinions are pointless. Sometimes I might identify an exceptional diamond in the rough, but they reject my efforts to make them better. I still work at it, and if they turn away, they do so at their own detriment. I move on knowing that I tried and I don’t look back. But that game is one I offer to people as a gift. I’m not open to the opinions of the “collective,” to the “everyone thinks” crowd. If those people knew what they were doing, they’d be better off in life. I don’t listen to the ranting of a mob sitting in the stands when the football is in my hands. Their opinions are irrelevant because all they want in life really is to cheer on a win. Once you give them that, they love you—because they can’t give it to themselves.
When critics can orchestrate a multinational job creating endeavor while managing huge capital expenditures and pulling the faulty philosophies of the overly educated into a functioning “team” mentality while appeasing the individual needs of many dozens of direct employees then I might listen to their interpretation of “fairness.” But if they think they’re going to get away with that through underhanded insurrection, and fancy quotes from dead race car drivers while sitting around bringing no reputation to the table as an offering of success, they have another thing coming—and I don’t put up with that stuff. I don’t like people like that, and I have little respect for their placement on the bench. I respect people who get out there and fight hard. In Uncharted, I like people who play the way I do. I look at the people who hang back and snipe at others from the comfort of distance as chickenshits and in life there are literally millions of them sitting on benches or in the stands cheering on the exceptional so that they can ride their coattails to victory. There is no “I” in team, but there is in “win,” and that is what decides winners and losers in life. Teams don’t win. Individuals do, and my bets are always on them to give a competitive advantage in the marketplace of existence. The keys to success are always in identifying, and developing the exceptional among us and catching those people before they even realize that they may one day be that star on the field of play for which all others rally behind—hoping to be the benefactors of their individual heroics.
For those in the media who keep their ears to the tracks of my writings for a whisper of happenings coming and going–of trends not yet realized so that forecasts to the winds can be witnessed a fraction of a second ahead of the competition, this posting is primarily for them. If you want a good political story in Ohio, be at any of the below locations-and you will see a hint of what’s really going on in America’s heartland. The below message is from the Trump Ohio campaign. Robert Scott is doing a great job, and things are just getting started.
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Sheriff Clark in Milwaukee is someone I thought a lot of before the riots broke out in that poor infested city over the weekend of August 13th 2016. His answer after the riots made me like him a lot more. Thank goodness he said what he did—which was essentially what I and many other conservative voices have been saying for a long time.
It was good to hear him speak properly on the matter and is worth remembering. So here are the words of Sheriff Clark. Listen to them and pass this along to a friend who needs to hear a little wisdom as we all endure the massive storm of progressive failure nationwide.
Was there any question that the Clinton campaign would cheat this election for president of the United States? Of course they are going to cheat. They cheat at everything, and they were just caught cheating Bernie Sanders out of the nomination. What we are witnessing is the greatest crime in the history of the world; a political party is attempting to steal an election from the world’s last superpower. They have nominated a criminal for POTUS yet they have most of the world’s media in on hiding evidence of her crimes. Trump has mass stadiums he is filling with fans, yet the polling mysteriously points at the criminal Clinton as the one who is in the lead. That left Roger Stone and Alex Jones to contemplate why and the answer is worth listening to below.
There is no way Hillary Clinton can win this election legally. Without cheating, and I would consider the way media companies are gathering their polling data, cheating—Hillary Clinton cannot win—even considering that half of America are now brain dead zombies who vote for Democrats no matter what—because they want free stuff that the government steals from hard working people through taxation. So listen to the broadcasts presented here and make sure to do your part to take action. Don’t let them steal this election and don’t believe what they are telling you. All you have to do is show up and vote—because the numbers are against them—in a huge way. To pull off their con, they have to trick you into inaction. Don’t give it to them.
I suppose I’m most surprised that the Netflix show, Stranger Things has done so well, and that so many people continue to demand more of it. I’m not the kind of guy who looks back a lot and thinks how great this or that was—but the 80’s were great. It’s not just because I grew up in the 80’s and literally every week a new movie was being made of a similar caliber to Stranger Things. It was obvious that the show’s creators were deeply inspired by Steven Spielberg, Stephen King and I saw a lot of John Hughes sprinkled around as well. The good news is that the Duffer Brothers absolutely nailed the optimism and style of the 80s even down to the rebellious innocence—and the style of the music. I don’t want to be that guy who says that the 80s was the best decade just because I happen to have grown up in that time. When I was the age that the kids were in Stranger Things, the parents all pointed to the 50s as the magic decade, and before that it was the roaring 20s.
So I take that into account when I say things like that the 1980s was a special time in America—and it shared with those other generations strong presidents in peacetime who guided the nation toward capitalism—raw, unapologetic capitalism—and virtually every industry prospered from art and comics to science and technical innovations. So in that respect—now that we live in the depressing era of Millennials taught to love socialism—I am surprised they like Stranger Things so much. But then again—I’m not, because beyond the throwback to the 80’s there is something else going on which I think is much more important. There is a reality to Stranger Things in the science which is something truly new—and is actually something that I spend quite a lot of time thinking about—because like all good horror—there is a truth in the fiction. So before continuing on, watch this video on the actual science of Stranger Things.
In the 80s government conspiracies were actively part of many plots which covered up paranormal activity. It was very present in Spielberg movies and it was of course the driving force of the X Files which was really a 90s thing, but it started as a product of the 80s. I grew up down the road from Wright Patterson and all the U.F.O. phenomena associated with that airbase—and the cover-ups. So it wasn’t such a shock to me to experience actual government harassment when I found myself as a young 30-year-old with two little kids and a wife fighting drug distribution in my community and having the wrath of God unleashed on our small family for daring to interject ourselves into those activities. My hatred of government expansion running out of control is due to real life experiences where my house was bugged and monitored constantly. It was easier on me than my wife. The pressure was hard on her. While I was at work the family was defenseless and those who wanted to scare us away from our observations harassed her openly. White vans, fire department personal, and police followed her everywhere for several years. Spies and malicious characters were sent into our lives to rock the very foundations of our lives—actually to destroy my family because I was raising it in a traditional way and the powers running things didn’t like that. The more they attempted their attacks and harassment, the more I dug in and fought. Those attacks are always designed to make the victims look crazy, but when you are clear-headed and have the ability to connect the dots under duress, you can break through.
There is no need for the cumbersome listening devices the government used in those days now, and video cameras are so small that there is no way to see them. The NSA has technology that makes those old days look prehistoric. They can listen to everything we say to each other any time they want through our cell phones and other devices. The government already has nanoprobes and drones much smaller than the electronics in an iPhone and they can use them at will. Living with me because of my beliefs, my wife was made to suffer with a slow mental torture that lasted for a long time. It didn’t affect me, because I knew the game from a lot of experience. When the constant harassment didn’t scare us off our social stances—which actually started within the Mason school system when they failed to address a drug trafficking problem in grade school, and attempted to force unwanted sex education on our children while in the fourth grade.
So we pulled the kids from school and homeschooled them to save their minds from statist incursions—which to some seemed extreme. In a lot of ways, my wife became the Winona Ryder character in Stranger Things and to the outside world; she sometimes looked like she had lost it. At that time, I was a lot like the sheriff—a guy who knew something was wrong and wasn’t afraid to peel back the layers—but also knew that there were legal limits to dealing with the thugs causing the harassment and that I had to find a way to outmaneuver them intellectually—otherwise they were going to kill my family. In Stranger Things the sheriff, actually broke into the Department of Energy building to discover their secret so he could gain leverage over the problem with knowledge, and once he did—he gained the upper hand on “them.” Lucky for me, I didn’t drink, smoke, or have any secret girlfriends that they could use to extort me into inaction, so I eventually forced them into hiding instead of them pushing us to the brink of insanity. But it wasn’t easy.
The gist of the experience was that some government authorities who were supportive of the drug trade into Mason, Ohio had acquired technology that evolved from the cumbersome old electronics to actually manipulating quantum fluctuations and could inspire thoughts disguised as “heavenly advice.” These sometimes come in the form of dreams, sometimes as that trusted “whisper” that religion can call the “voice of God.” What it was actually were a bunch of government pinheads trying to shake a traditional family off the trail of their social experiment by attacking the heart of that family, the mother, and plunging them into self-destruction. Well, it didn’t work. I’m smarter than they are and they had to grudgingly admit that to themselves. I also have more willpower and the willingness to grind away at them until their complete destruction—which is something they hadn’t experienced before. My wife’s solutions to the problems involved attacking these things within the quantum fluctuation fields where false images and paper enemies could provide the illusion of a menace.
My solution was to attack the source, not the result. We had some disagreements as to that strategy, but eventually, we outlasted it. There is a reason I go by the tag “overmanwarrior.” Once you survive the things I have, and we have as a family, you’ve evolved beyond the limits of a normal human being. I don’t know anybody who has went through what we have and come out on the other side sane or optimistically healthy, emotionally—yet we are. Those government agencies aren’t nearly as pompous as they used to be. Now they are drowning in debt and their employees are so lackluster that they lack the ambition to engage in that kind of activity. The difference between the 80s and the 2000s is that the Millennials who now hold these jobs have much less ambition and patience. They don’t even want to think about a traditional family let alone attack and harass them—because to do so means they have to get to know them through spying and monitoring.
That’s why I was surprised that so many people loved Stranger Things. It’s not just the pleasant throwback to the 1980s—the characters themselves are all generally positive and trying to do good things—and that is really unique in this modern age. Perhaps people are ready for something positive again, maybe they’ll vote for Donald Trump to unleash once again a new age of capitalism that will have a positive influence for us all. Maybe entertainment companies will take notice and make more stories like those of the Uncharted 4 video game and the Netflix series Stranger Things. Hollywood is obviously out of ideas and it is from of these new entertainment sources that two of the best stories I’ve seen in years has come forth—and people are responding. That is truly a good thing. But remember, there is often truth to the best horror—at least on a conceptual level. Obviously Steven King was inspired by the 1920s pulp writer H.P. Lovecraft, who inspired the Batman Arkham stories, which has deeply inspired the current table top game phenomena seen at modern Gen Cons which has advanced the old Dungeon & Dragon concept to new levels—and all of that inspired obviously the Duffer Brothers—and this all makes up our modern culture in 2016—with bits of this and that thrown all over the place. But—and I discovered this the hard way, Lovecraft had his pulse on the quantum fluctuations which produced monsters which came to him most nights in the form of terrible dreams. Governments do try to manipulate those monsters in those quantum fluctuations to enact their strategies of statism—and 80s movies touched on the level of interest which we responded to as audiences with a level of shock and awe. Yet those monsters are real. We may not be able to change our mass and interact with them like they did in Stranger Things by crawling through a slimy tunnel—but we do sometimes catch them in the sides of our vision, or in our nightmares. And they do mean us harm which is one more reason why we should have a smaller government that doesn’t attempt to use them to harm us as we live our lives under a banner of freedom and capitalist enterprise.
I’m looking forward to season 2—if they ever get it started.
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