I understand the frustration, many of my readers have been complaining about being knocked off my blog subscription list or having trouble finding my articles altogether. Believe me, it’s not you. Obviously, and I am quite used to it, there are many factions that watch everything I do very carefully and hacks are part of the business. With the kind of things that I write, obviously the wrong political philosophy will take exception and will seek their own self-preservation by whatever means in their power. With all the talk about Google, Twitter, Facebook and so many other social media platforms—not to mention publication companies and movie production enterprises—we are in a time where they are controlled by the static liberalism of yesteryear, and they want to keep it that way. If they can they will try to keep my efforts as hidden away as possible. This is the case so too with what we call the Deep State—which are essentially a bunch of people trying to keep their jobs from being taken from them through political change. It should come as no surprise to anybody that my blog pisses off a lot of people and those people will do anything to keep you from seeing it. In that regard, if you find yourself off my subscription list the best thing to do would be to simply sign back up. Just never get caught assuming that the pathway of interaction between myself and you dear reader will remain contentious free. You should always assume that in that path there will be many villains trying to stand in the way. That is the best way to prepare yourself for these embroiled times.
If you have ever watched a wolf, or a big cat in Africa sneak up on a pack of herbivores to the point where they get too close, you will notice that the herd will not break off in a dead sprint of self-preservation. Instead, like a deer caught in the headlights of a surprise they never expected to see, they lock up and pretend that the threat is not there. For them the best chance at survival is to either play dead or pretend that the threat is not there and hope that the odds favor them from annihilation. If they stay put they fantasize, maybe the hunter will take down another target leaving them to escape. It is a desperate hope that all creatures, even the tiniest insect share in common when threatened with a superior force—hope that they don’t notice you.
That is why “they” think that the way to beat a threat best is to ignore it—you know, the hear no evil, see no evil thing. They believe that ostracization from group activity is what protects them most from being hunted by ominous, mysterious forces. Put in the most basic terms, they think that to protect their static intellectual positions in life, they must keep any dynamic presences away that might disrupt their order, the daily routine. If they are animals, that static order is knowing where the fresh grass is, and where they can get water. When they need those things they’d rather not think about the lion that is hiding in that grass waiting for them to come and drink water. Most often, out of convenience and a necessity for survival, the herd of static thinkers can’t afford to think about the dynamic threats to their existence, because they are not capable of stopping those forces other than in ignoring them anyway, so why stress about it? That is the way of all group behavior. They are timid collections of beings who believe that their best chance at survival is to remain in a group where they are protected by sheer numbers and the same holds true for humans.
There hasn’t been one day in my life where I associated myself with such group mentality. I’ve never yearned for the taste of group acceptance in any way—as I see it, what do I care what a bunch of sheep think? All I care about is that they do what I need them to. I often say I understand Donald Trump in many ways, but I can say that something I have that he doesn’t is that he likes groups. He may be a hunter but he loves the sheep. I don’t care about them at all. For him it has served him well, his books sell well, he has produced top rated television, and of course he was able to become president because he cares about the popularity of issues. But what he has in common with me is that he doesn’t change his behavior based on the opinion of the herds.
Any hunter knows that when going into the woods with camouflage and waiting in a tree stand awaiting a deer to cross your gun sights, the whole exercise isn’t about killing the deer for meat. You can purchase meat at the store. Instead, for hunters, it is about the psychological process of establishing oneself as the top of the food chain, of being able to take life out in the woods and using it for one’s purposes as opposed to being hunted by some other force. Fisherman go through the same kind of realignment. Many if interviewed at the lake for the day will say they enjoy the tranquility of fishing—being alone in their boat and having a relaxing day, but in essence what they really enjoy is the knowledge that in the food chain they get to play the role of hunter instead of the hunted. In their various group associations where the natural predilection is to retreat behind the safety of the herd they lose touch with this essential individualism and by hunting and fishing they recapture those aspects of themselves. And by being quiet so to lure the hunted to your weapons of malice, whether it be a gun or a fishing pole, the hope is to bring the world of the hunted to you without triggering their skittish natures away from your objectives.
This is why the first thing they do in school shootings, or other acts of violence is try to identify whether the character was a “lone wolf” or rather an individual who doesn’t function within the impulses of group association that are actually the function of all public schools. The fantasy is that if they can put peer pressure on people not to be this way that they may as a group have safer access to the metaphorical watering spots that are out there in life. But what they expect actually goes against the very nature of existence. Speaking from experience I can say that all groups work very hard to protect their herds from the camouflaged threats that are outside their control. I have told this story before but I’ll say it again for the context of this article. Many years ago a friend of mine who had a genius level IQ was giving a presentation to Cincinnati City Council. At 25 years old he and I knew all the characters on a first name basis, many of them are still in politics, people like Todd Portune, Dwight Tillery, and Roxanne Qualls. The issue of the day was what to do with the banks project on Cincinnati’s riverfront. The city council was taking open opinions from builders and my friend and I showed up. Of course, there were about 7 boring proposals that all were terrible then my friend goes up and gives this wonderful, Elon Musk type of big picture speech. Most of those ideas over the course of the following 15 years were used by the eventual developers, but it took a long time to accept. Without question his speech was the best of the evening, by a long shot. It wasn’t even close. Then after the meeting everyone shook hands as they usually do—he and I positioned ourselves in the middle of the room to give television interviews and to talk to the various other builders and the council members—whom knew us from another project we were working on within the city. Not a single person approached us. They pretended that we weren’t even there.
I had a similar experience at my five-year high school reunion. At the time I had the most kids who were the oldest and when they were giving out prizes for who had been married the longest, had the most kids, and that kind of thing I was poised to win in like five different categories based on the amount of experiences I had so early in life at that point. My kids were even running around in the seated crowd chasing each other. There was quite a bit of anger that I brought my kids to the reunion because apparently that is something we weren’t supposed to do. But my point was to show my kids what a stupid exercise it was not by telling them about it but letting them see it for themselves. Needless to say, the people who put on the whole class reunion experience tried to pretend that I wasn’t sitting five feet in front of them. Or that I knew one of the people running things since she was in the first grade. It didn’t hurt my feelings as much as it defined the truth of many things I had long suspected—which of course has brought me to my current life.
The other day when I spoke at a Lakota schools weekly meeting I noticed something similar—not from the school board members, but certainly the media. When I was a spokesman for the No Lakota Levy—a group that opposed higher taxes, the television cameras and print reporters would always seek me out for comment, but now—as an individual not representing a group, they did their best to pretend that I wasn’t there. They gave camera time and print to the people of the herd, but certainly not the hunters—for all the same reasons provided above. I would say that it’s an understatement that none of those media types like my blog. A story may appear on Channel 5 News or in the Cincinnati Enquirer today, but its forgotten tomorrow. However with me, people find things often that I have written ten years ago and they’ll send me private messages telling my how brilliant it is and ask why everyone in the world doesn’t know about these things. I always say, because the rest of the world isn’t ready—or they are part of the problem and they don’t want it articulated. Their strategy as it always has been and still is, is to ignore you.
You might say I have a chip on my shoulder. I’m very nice to people always as a first impression. I rarely ever explode on people. But sometimes I do, and it happens more than most people would like to see. My daughters on the other hand aren’t much different, especially my oldest. When a waitress messed up a birthday party for me at Dave and Busters a few years back my daughter went from mild-mannered professional photographer to a maniacal pit-bull in less than a second and embarrassed the young waitress badly. Management comped us for the rest of the evening with an unlimited game card to use to play all the games there. My daughter is certainly a hunter and she learned it from me without question. She’s still learning how to turn it off when she needs to, but she has it. She’s watched me take on some pretty tough situations and looking back its amazing that more people didn’t die in some of the conflicts. But I can say that I have walked through the worst of Washington D.C. at 3 AM in the morning and nobody bothered me, because they knew better. I’ve done the same in Over-the-Rhine before it was renovated as an economic zone, and nobody every challenged me—because they can tell by the way you walk, talk and present yourself that you aren’t from the herd—and unless they are in a situation of survival, they don’t want trouble. They may think about it—but they really don’t want it. Most people will pick life over death if given the option, and they’ll pick comfort over difficulty. They instinctively know that as the hunter you are always in the leverage position, so they fear naturally what options you might give them. That’s why they try to ignore you. I carry that chip proudly because I have earned every bit of it as an individual. There were many times when life would have been a lot easier to trade the chip in for comfort, but I never have, and so knowing how rare it is, I keep it on my shoulder proudly. And it’s going to stay there.
Those are just some of the reasons that you will find that by just signing up for this blog it isn’t enough. I have been watched by every spy agency that there is and I’m very used to it. I can tell lots of stories of how my wife and I were harassed often by various authorities because at the time we were young and thought to be impressionable. To the herd they do seek to kill the hunters while they are still young and believe me they tried with every effort. But obviously I’m here to tell about it and now the herd has grown still. This blog site has millions and millions of words, and many thousands of copies have been made of these articles and placed all over the internet in various forums. I am heavily restricted by Google, and certainly Twitter. The editing of key words to my YouTube account has gone on now for over ten years, so there’s nothing surprising about the revelations that all these liberal organizations are discouraging conservative material from reaching audiences. But people find their way to me anyway in spite of all those attempts at censorship and the influence base has grown proportionally. The hunter will eat if they are hungry regardless what the herd does..
Just remember that all this is to be expected. If you are reading here you are already asking the right questions. Pop culture is the entertainment of the herd and I appreciate the products of the various groups that are out there. But just as in politics, the groups just because they number in size are not the most powerful. Democracy isn’t powerful because of the sheer numbers of participants. Even a big elephant will run from a tiger, it’s not about size, but attitude.. It will always be individuals that hold all the real power—the hunters of human endeavor who roam alone as a dynamic force always pushing the static to adapt. And when groups have to hide and to keep other people from seeing something—that tells you all you need to know about the nature of power and who wields it.
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