Tag: Peter Bronson

‘Not in Our Town’: Standing against evil as it intends our complete destruction

Sometimes, you run into something special, which continues to be the case with the books from Chilidog Press, following what I considered a wonderful experience with the book by Karen Holcomb on the Ruppert Murders.  That might not sound like good reading, but it was because it captured a time that now seems like a long-forgotten period, only captured by literature.  I had a chance to talk to Michael Gmoser recently, who is the prosecutor for Butler County now and worked on the case back then, which was so obvious, and I have a lot of respect for what a conservative prosecutor has to go through to get a case to court, let alone successfully prosecuted.  It’s not easy; evil has been working in the background for a long time and continues to this day, the forked tongue of many devils, and they have been attacking us over a long period at a rate that human lifetimes typically don’t measure.  Yet their impediment is no less ruthless, and prosecutors have their work cut out for them.  I liked the book on the Rupert Murders so much that I turned to another one that had long been on my list, that also turned out to be a dramatic treasure, and that is Not in Our Town: The Queen City vs. The King of Smut by Peter Bronson.  I don’t think a lot of people realize how important Cincinnati has been in fighting evil on a national stage, but this book by the former Cincinnati Enquirer reporter and editor captured it all very well, from the mob infestation that started a dark path for one of the world’s cleanest cities, to what it is today, a borderland haven of cutthroats and nefarious criminals unleashed by progressive politics for the destruction of all civilization, as presented in the efforts of modern prosecutors Joe Deters and his assistant at the time, the very excellent Juvenile Court Judge Melissa Powers.  And the superb work of another famous prosecutor and sheriff, Simon Leis. 

We’re talking about the beginning attacks from a global progressive movement that hid behind organized crime and moved through policy and our courts into polite society as a menace always lurking in the background, and the efforts of reporters, police, and prosecutors to stop it as it thrived in Newport, Kentucky and migrated over into the clean image of Cincinnati to destroy the concept of families and conservative politics essentially.  There was a lot of money to be made off evil and the destruction of good community values, so there were many groups that sprang up to take advantage of such an imposition over time, whether it be outright organized crime, or corrupt government officials organizing the killing of American presidents and destroying the lives of media figures like Charlie Keating because they were all American poster boys and had to be brought down.  Just as they tried to with the former NFL star turned sheriff, George Ratterman when they drugged him and tried to ruin his squeaky clean image by drugging him and taking pictures of him in compromising positions with a hooker.  What worked and didn’t work became a playbook of the political left over the years, and much of it happened in Cincinnati, Ohio, because that was the target of much mischief.  And behind all the efforts was a mob-placed hit man of a different killer nature, Larry Flint, who was so evil and vile that he meant to lead a personal crusade of destruction against family values as he draped himself in the First Amendment to temp us all into abandoning the Constitution, just to stop him.  He went so far as to devise plans to blow up the Supreme Court. 

But Cincinnati stopped many of these attacks, which I see as the template for what is happening nationally against the same evil.  It’s not the classic mobs that we know now from movies, but globalists who have taken over, only on a much larger scale.  I always liked Peter Bronson as a reporter, but I’ll admit that I stopped reading it after their hit piece against me in 2012, and I determined to do my reporting for people to take the place of what classic newspapers used to provide with editorials and opinion pages with letters to the editor.  But Peter’s book answered many questions for me regarding what happened to The Enquirer after it was purchased by the Gannett group and lost its local flavor.  It makes a lot more sense to me now what happened, as I had a front-row seat to all this over the last forty years.  Peter Bronson managed to capture it all in that excellent book Not In Our Town, which was quite a trip down memory lane and a perspective that defines the fights of our current age.  Evil is at work in the world in all the ways that it was in the land of Canaan under biblical consideration.  And Cincinnati was the battleground that remains a hedge against its vile menace.  Cities like San Francisco, New York, and Chicago have long fallen to progressivism.  But Cincinnati has resisted thanks to prosecutors like Simon Leis and many others and a public who saw through the smoke and kept electing those kinds of representatives to fight those fights. 

I was able to see Sheriff Jones at a recent event where Attorney General Yost was there putting together a run for the next governor of Ohio shortly after I was able to read these excellent books with regional intentions, but very much defined the fight we are fighting nationally and internationally and I was feeling very reverent.  Not just in Peter Bronson for doing what he couldn’t do at the Enquirer, and that is reporting this whole truth in this battle against Larry Flynt and the way sex and pornography are used as weapons against our Constitution to destroy American society, but in the thin line that prosecutors and sheriffs utilize to fight on behalf of those who elected them.  We might not always agree on every little thing and personal issues creep in and erode the trust it takes to fight crime and prevent an insurrection against our values by vile characters always lurking in the background.  Larry Flynt was a solitary character put in place by the mob to use sex businesses to provide cover for their many other crimes, and to use that cover to keep law enforcement busy while organized crime made a killing with the results.  It worked so well that they took the game internationally, and it’s the mess we see today.  But that doesn’t mean we have to put up with it.  We can and should fight it.  We should put our differences aside and find what does join us, and that is a fight for America to be great because the people who make it up strive to be so.  And are not lured away from the task of pornography and acceptance of crime from a lawless bunch of losers who want to corrupt the world with their evil menace.  It’s the same temptation that was captured in the Bible, to fight for God or not and yield to the forces of evil whenever they corrupt, whether it be Sodom and Gomorrah or the Land of Canaan in general.  The book Not in My Town by Peter Bronson tells the authentic story of how good people fought to keep Cincinnati clean and accessible—and stood against evil when it counted most, which is a blueprint for the world to follow. 

Rich Hoffman

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The Surprising Humanity of the 11 People Killed by Jim Ruppert: The Essence of Karen Holcomb’s new book ‘The Easter Sunday Massacre’

There is absolutely nothing good about the James Ruppert murders that occurred on Easter Sunday, 1975, where 11 people, from aged 4 to grandma aged innocents, were killed ruthlessly by a jealous younger brother who snapped shortly after all the kids had enjoyed an Easter Egg hunt.  But somehow, in the new book by Karen Holcomb, ‘The Easter Sunday Massacre,’ the surviving daughter-in-law of the prosecutor John Holcomb managed to write a book about that horrendous enterprise that found a spark of humanity I never expected.  I was seven years old at the time, and this murder, along with a few other significant events, such as the terrible rape and murder of poor 73-year old Mrs. Ruth Dench at her Taylersville home, very close to my home and well on the way to my grandparents farm that I traveled all the time, and the Beverly Hills Supper Club arson by mobsters that killed 165 innocent people and injured many others, these were events that shaped me in so many ways, that my 7 to 9-year-old self observed and asked a lot of questions of the grown adults at the time, but that I internalized and positioned for my 50 something tools and intellect.  I was not a usual kid; I remember details from that period of my life extremely well, including what it smelled like in our kitchen as I watched press coverage of the Ruppert murders in 1975 at the little house in Hamilton, Lindenwald, on 635 Minor Ave.  I wasn’t looking for another book to read, but while visiting my parents for Mother’s Day, a day late because I had just returned from a competitive firearms shoot in northern Ohio, my dad gave me a signed copy of Karen Holcomb’s new book that he had received at an event she had at the local library.   I knew the story of the Rupperts well, but through some interesting form of quantum entanglement with myself, I had asked many questions as a young person of my older self that still required answers.  So this book was something that caught my attention quickly.  I grabbed it from him and read it in a few days, putting everything else on hold over that duration, including sleep. 

The house is still there

What’s interesting about this case is that I know so many people who were involved, some still alive, such as Michael Gmoser, our current Butler County prosecutor.  But there are politics where I get asked several times a week why Gmoser and Sheriff Jones aren’t harder on pedophilia and that they select their cases in oddly political ways.  I like Gmoser personally; he was with me at a Trump meeting at Lunken Airport not very long ago, and I like knowing that people like him are part of our legal system in Butler County.  But it’s people like him who are part of our political noise that I like, without knowing the details, and I was very interested in it.  I also remember the reputation of John Holcomb and several of the judges who have come and gone since then.  So Karen’s book was a real treasure for me.  As I grabbed it to see who published it, which is something I always do first when obtaining a new book, I immediately recognized that it was from the Chilidog Press out of Milford, where all of Peter Bronson’s books are published, which I am a tremendous fan of.  So much so that I think I’m ready to talk about them in more relevant detail.  Some of the information in those books is so personal to me that I felt some background noise needed to be filtered through reality, and these last four years of Biden have been just such a contextual faculty, to say it nicely.  Good people who want to take care of their kids and live their lives need to understand how much mob and organized crime, in general, have impacted their lives, even today.  But needless to say, when I saw that Karen’s book was a “Chilidog” book, it became an instant priority for me.

Jim Ruppert, the 41-year-old who fell off the rocker in life, was jealous of his older brother and a mother’s love that did not go in his direction, and the wife of his brother and their eight kids that were constant reminders of his life’s bad decisions, so he grabbed three of his guns and loaded them up entirely, and proceeded downstairs to shoot them all in cold blood multiple times in the chest and head.  It’s a tiny house, so there was no way not to have bodies lying over most of the floor with blood pooling up and dripping into the basement in grotesque ways.  Ruppert had been ping-ponging aimlessly through life with an above-average IQ but had no success matching it.  He had apparent guilt over a homosexual experience that, at that time, was a real stigma since people knew about it, and he had lost a lot of money in the stock market, only to be constantly reminded about it through debts he had with his older brother.  And at 15 years old or so, he found himself in bed with his naked mother, with her putting his hand on her in obvious sexual ways.  Lots of things happen to people over a lifetime, but sometimes social stigmas and the expectations of performance can crush a personality, and Jim Ruppert was one of those lost people who did a horrendous thing to innocent people who didn’t deserve it.

Reading this book took me down memory lane; I had never been to the house, but I spent much of my early life around that location, especially at Chester’s Pizza, just a few blocks east of the Lindenwald home.  My family used to get a large pepperoni, sausage, and onion pizza from Chester’s almost every Sunday night before watching Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom as a family.  Chester’s Pizza also sponsored my famous soap box derby car, which I ran against Brent Dixon, the current commissioner, Don Dixon’s son.  So I found it interesting that the Rupperts liked the nearby Chester’s Pizza, which is still there.  So, I returned to get a pizza this past week; it was the first time I had tasted it in over 30 years.  And the building still looks the same.  While waiting for them to make the pizza, I went to the house where the murders happened and was surprised to see it was still there.  The pizza was good, and there was a lot to think about. Mainly how much Pete Rose was mentioned in the book, which reminded me how vital the Big Red Machine was to Cincinnati back then.  Even from a jail cell, knowing his life was over as he knew it, Jim Ruppert would ask the guards what the latest Reds score was.  Just as the prosecutors sifted through this messy case, they filled their time with standard everyday stuff, such as Reds games, to manage their stress.  There is a surprising humanity in this book about one of the most grotesque murders in American history that Karen managed to capture.  It helped that she married into the Holcomb family and that John had given her a diary of his time on that case, which she could use to tell this story about the Ruppert Murders that was different.  And I think it started a process I had been looking for to answer those questions from my 7-year-old self.  Karen Holcomb wrote a good book, and I’m happy she did.  The world is far better off because of it because she captured something in it that is difficult to do.  And it’s undoubtedly well worth the read.

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Rich Hoffman

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