Discourse 15: Let's flip some tables
Decentralized Education & The Rise of Plebeian Transgenerational Warfare I
Part I
Saint Anger
In my youth the demon of anger followed me. It was born of pain and the vulnerability of childhood trauma and abuse, a phenomenon that all too many know well. When I embraced it as a teenager, for a time, it gave me strength and invincibility. Or so I thought. Anger is most often a fire that consumes those who hold it for too long, and I had to quickly come to terms with mine or risk self-immolation.
It felt good to fight. That is an understatement. I liked to fight. I felt alive. In those moments it was as if I were able to touch the sun without falling like Icarus, gaining my revenge, and conquering my white whale. It made little difference that the opponent did not cause me the wounds that had festered into rage, but they all provided a brief respite from feeling like I was vulnerable and weak, the phantom memories of a six-year-old boy futilely fighting back against a grown man. It made little difference if I lost the fight, which I did on occasion do, because the pain from the loss became a crucible and the physical pain was becoming less and less of an obstacle. As long as I hurt you, even in defeat, I would win in my mind. This mindset made me dangerous, but reckless. At some point I realized through the help of friends and family as well as self-reflection, that I often picked confrontations that were not slanted in my favor as if I were relieving an old wound. As if I wanted the pain. I kept chasing this Goliath with my little stones, yet every time I got knocked back down, I managed to get back up. I was a fighter, and I took pride in that. Eventually, even Goliath hesitated to try me because one thing was certain, I was going to fight, and you had better be ready for me if you crossed my fence.
It took time, but through the grace of God I managed to see that my opponent was faceless and was not in fact something out in the world, it was a gangrenous wound that I had not tended to properly within myself. The wound had one hand on the wheel, clouding my judgement, making my spirit heavy and troubled. I began learning how to not react to my anger, which is both a useful and troublesome emotion, through several methods including kickboxing in my great uncle’s gym. This was in the early 90’s, well before the MMA craze that captured the minds of many adolescent men a decade later. The ring became my therapy and initiated my education of learning how to respond to anger instead of being its slave. I took back the wheel that was driving my life.
During my discourse on Faith (Walking and Talking with God) I mentioned that we all have our unique challenges, for myself it had been in my youth, anger. I had to build both the physical discipline to visceral parasympathetic reactions as well as the mental discipline to understand the source of my anger, to address it constructively, and turn my actions into a reasoned sympathetic response. However, a positive lesson from anger remained, the realization that I was capable of taking a stand when needed. I knew I could have courage. It is a choice.
Furthermore, as my relationship with Christ grew, I began to understand the sin of my anger as well as the raw transformative power of forgiveness.
One of the most important decisions I ever made was following the advice of Christ and forgiving in my heart the man who was briefly my stepfather, as in that act he lost all remaining power over me that I was choosing to permit by surrendering myself to anger.
To be clear, I was fully justified to have righteous anger as what was done to me is something that indeed angers God. Righteous anger is one of the key pillars of this essay. The other is about fighting back. The abuse of children should cause us to feel angry, especially when we are the ones who were abused, but we should also feel this for complete strangers who experience injustice. This is the natural manifestation of Gods will here on earth that seeks to restore balance to our social systems, the networks that connect human souls with one another. This type of anger is slow and deep, and it seeks restoration of justice but in a manner that is satisfied in or by Jesus Christ. But I was not displaying righteous anger, instead I did not address the restorative process and instead I embraced man’s unrighteous anger and directed it outwards towards those who did not cause the imbalance. This type of anger is quick and seeks nothing but destruction and as I mentioned previously, it is this type of anger that will consume us down to the last remnant of our soul, a form of self-immolation, if we let it.
By granting him forgiveness, I also re-gained my free will. Perhaps it was the beginning of discovering it. Afterwards, it briefly made me angry at myself as to how I had allowed his affect to linger over me for so long when all I had to do was let go. He could no longer hurt me or my mother. Justice had been restored, yet I had chosen to remain a victim, stuck in the path of least resistance like so many are, captured by the circumstances of the environment. This event also contributed to my atheistic phase that I also mentioned in my Discourse about Faith, which was more about being angry with God and misunderstanding than not believing at all. But some lessons take a crucible and time to learn, especially when filtered through the mind and body of a stubborn hormonal teenager.
At the time I did not realize the significance of this period, but it was then that I not only began learning how to recognize and embrace my shadow, but also how to master it, to be the captain of my own soul. In this case I had become acquainted with anger, its power for both good and evil, how to tell the difference between the two, as well as the understanding that I am very capable of both depending upon what choices I make.
Looking backwards on myself I am far more kind, understanding now that we aren’t going to always get it right. Whatever it is. We should forgive ourselves and keep building toward who we want to be as well as remain reaching for higher things. Hopefully along the way we are also learning to walk and talk with God, but that takes time too.
Everything I covered in the first part of this essay helps set the stage for this Discourse, the main topic of which I have yet to address.
Part II
Epiphany
It is funny what inspires us, what connects the dots between ideas, problems, solutions. Some may say it is synchronicity, fate even. Some say muses whisper to us, others say it is mere coincidence, the product of random firing of neurons in a prediction cascade. Schrodinger’s cat tells us they all exist. Or don’t. Perhaps it is just whatever we believe? When the lightbulb goes off though, the moment is unmistakable. I am sure the reader has experienced this. This time for me, it was followed up by an audible “no shit” and a scoff.
For whatever reason, an article by Coleman, author of the Substack page A Convicts Perspective, titled "GTFOH” about online civility connected the dots for me about two unrelated topics and it is interesting as to why. It has to do with anger and actions.
For brevity, one component of his essay was that we do not always have to be civil online. It is a great essay in its own right, but it got me thinking about anger, particularly its expression, my expression. I made a comment to the effect that I do not take people seriously online when they are rude, threatening or using copious amounts of foul language because most of them would not dare to do such in the real world. The digital medium facilitates such schizophrenic behavior. Lots of bark with no bite, a performance of sorts. In the real world to step up means something has been put out on the line, there is risk. Risk requires courage and courage requires conviction. If a man takes a swing at me at a concert, while stupid, does in fact display proof of conviction, even if ill reasoned. If a man takes a swing at me online, it means he can operate a computer. That is if it is even a man and not a bot. I am never too sure either way.
Then it dawned on me.
Since I do not take others seriously when they are angry online and being what I generally would call “uncivil”, I write and express myself to a degree under the assumption others wouldn’t take me seriously if I did. Perhaps they won’t, but the assumption, albeit mostly subconscious until now, was foolish.
As a writer I think I have not been good at conveying anger, I am much better in person. On one hand, which I did not realize, I hesitate to write about it, by using it, because I assume it will fall on deaf ears. On the other hand, which I also did not realize, I assumed readers would conflate my righteous anger with that of the unrighteous. This isn’t just true with my writing on the Stack, but with my other works as well. Colemans line that “full civility is forgettable, strong language is impactful” really struck me. Because of this, I suspect that the gravity that is behind the meanings of the words I have conveyed has been lost in the ether in many cases. It has also kept me from writing this particular Discourse as a form of writer’s block. This matters because despite my skill at writing or lack thereof, I need the reader to consider my words, because we are at war.
This matters because I am angry.
I am very fucking angry.
Not in the quick, pointless, and destructive ways of unrighteous anger, but in the slow righteous manner that moves mountains and alters the landscape of civilization. On occasion the other kind does accompany it upon new revelations, but that kind no longer guides my actions. As the reader can now tell from earlier in the essay, this author is very capable of discerning the difference. This is the goal of my anger, the restoration of the human element, the human spirit. The restoration of our way of life through a new Renaissance. This anger burns inside of me with the heat of 1000 suns, yet I am in no danger of immolation, rather my pulse is steady, and my eyes are set firm upon the future, buttressed by a deep determination to see my purpose through. You should be angry too. I will let George Carlin poetically explain:
“But there’s a reason. There’s a reason. There’s a reason for this, there’s a reason education sucks, and it’s the same reason that it will never, ever, ever be fixed. It’s never gonna get any better. Don’t look for it. Be happy with what you got. Because the owners of this country don't want that. I'm talking about the real owners now, the real owners, the big wealthy business interests that control things and make all the important decisions. Forget the politicians. The politicians are put there to give you the idea that you have freedom of choice. You don't. You have no choice. You have owners. They own you. They own everything. They own all the important land. They own and control the corporations. They’ve long since bought and paid for the senate, the congress, the state houses, the city halls, they got the judges in their back pockets and they own all the big media companies so they control just about all of the news and information you get to hear. They got you by the balls. They spend billions of dollars every year lobbying, lobbying, to get what they want. Well, we know what they want. They want more for themselves and less for everybody else, but I'll tell you what they don’t want: They don’t want a population of citizens capable of critical thinking. They don’t want well informed, well educated people capable of critical thinking. They’re not interested in that. That doesn’t help them. Thats against their interests. Thats right. They don’t want people who are smart enough to sit around a kitchen table to figure out how badly they’re getting fucked by a system that threw them overboard 30 fucking years ago. They don’t want that. You know what they want? They want obedient workers. Obedient workers. People who are just smart enough to run the machines and do the paperwork, and just dumb enough to passively accept all these increasingly shittier jobs with the lower pay, the longer hours, the reduced benefits, the end of overtime and the vanishing pension that disappears the minute you go to collect it, and now they’re coming for your Social Security money. They want your retirement money. They want it back so they can give it to their criminal friends on Wall Street, and you know something? They’ll get it. They’ll get it all from you, sooner or later, 'cause they own this fucking place. It's a big club, and you ain’t in it. You and I are not in the big club. And by the way, it's the same big club they use to beat you over the head with all day long when they tell you what to believe. All day long beating you over the head in their media telling you what to believe, what to think and what to buy. The table is tilted folks. The game is rigged, and nobody seems to notice, nobody seems to care. Good honest hard-working people -- white collar, blue collar, it doesn’t matter what color shirt you have on -- good honest hard-working people continue -- these are people of modest means -- continue to elect these rich cocksuckers who don’t give a fuck about them. They don’t give a fuck about you. They don’t give a fuck about you. They don't care about you at all -- at all -- at all. And nobody seems to notice, nobody seems to care. That's what the owners count on; the fact that Americans will probably remain willfully ignorant of the big red, white and blue dick that's being jammed up their assholes everyday. Because the owners of this country know the truth: it's called the American Dream, because you have to be asleep to believe it.”
Part III
Clearing my Throat
“He who is not angry, whereas he has cause to be, sins. For unreasonable patience is the hotbed of many vices, it fosters negligence, and incites not only the wicked but the good to do wrong.”
-John Chrysostom 349-407 AD Archbishop of Constantinople
Thank you, Coleman, for the nudge, I think I now know how I wish to say two things in particular. This is the main topic of this essay.
1) Righteous Anger is good. It informs our educated sentiments of the injustice before us and the fact that we are compelled to respond in a manner that improves our condition.
2) To defeat the leviathan, this global technocratic administrative empire of neo-fascist public-private partnerships and its hellish Malthusian and transhuman ideology that I and so many others write about, including its 5th generation warfare & mind war (including all future evolutions of warfare) is going to take something new. Something that cannot be subverted. Something that cannot be recuperated into the fold. My strategy is the idea of a multi-faceted Renaissance that includes the engagement of what I am calling Plebeian Transgenerational Warfare (PTW). After I describe it, call it whatever you would like, in fact it is better if it is not a movement, or at least a centralized one. It will not win the war on its own, but it is a necessary component for us to stand a chance in the future. The last bastion of a free civilization is the same one that civilization was born from. The family. We must fully withdraw our children’s minds from the technocratically designed school systems and build something new.
Note: While I highly suspect there is indeed a relatively small cabal of individuals at the peak of the pyramid of the power elite who do in fact rule over the global administrative empire, in the event the apparatus, as some say, has become its own generative force, a form of protocological technocratic feedback loop led by no one , PTW would be the way to bring it down in time organically. It will be effective either way.
When Christ was dying on the cross, he forgave his enemies. Truly, this is a beautiful transformative karma wheel breaking power. We need to remember that moving forward.
Then said Jesus, Father forgive them; for they know not what they do.
-Luke 23:34
There are billions of people who know not what they do. Neighbors. Family. Friends. Citizen adjacent. They vote for the machine. They eat its candy and then argue over artificial trivialities while people are murdered wholesale. Zombies. While I am angry at them, I do forgive them. This is why I will not advocate for offensive violence, civil war et cetera. I want a better life, a better society, for them as well as my own immediate family. For you as well. I used to be counted among them. Living in the hyperreality, shrouded in the illusion of informed consent. Ignorant. Sometimes blissfully I think, like the character Cypher from the movie The Matrix. A person who would rather be at peace while living a lie than be conflicted in truth. It seems many are in that category. Many people in this group know it is all wrong on some level, but they do not want to. They will agree with elite run the world and the common man has no power but will immediately go back to consuming the lotus fruit and become raptured by the next current thing. By the next false revolutionary promising reformation. By the next controlled opposition. By the next iteration of bread and circus. Denial is powerful. (And a Bitch) But the painful truth, and this is hard to stomach, there is no possible way a brief revolution could possibly stand against over a century of conditioned embedded worldview and social infrastructure. Such an event if it were to happen, if not fomented by the very system it is seemingly against, it is guaranteed that it would be subverted to benefit the same system, or the newest incarnation of it. It would only shuffle the deck. A civil war at best would lead to a split nation where each side joins one part of the global federations large scale dialectic. (which is already occurring between seemingly rival nation-states) Society needs to change, and it will not happen overnight without significant pain and extensive loss of life. For it to really work, we must also learn to play the long game as has been done to us.
But what for the ones who do know what they do?
This is where my shadow likes to clear its throat and step out from behind my normal calm disposition. I wish this could be a fight. Let it be a street fight, let me challenge them in a trial by combat. I will be your huckleberry. A fight that tests my conviction for life, truth and good things against the man who would do this to us. To my family. To your family. Bring me the one who would stand for this evil and I will oppose them until my end. But the controllers of this world, the real ones, much like the keyboard commando, will never fight us face to face, nor in a transparent debate of ideas. Rather they will hide behind the technocracy to the point where most of the really powerful names will never be known. At least, not to us here. Judgement awaits them I know, but a coward dies a thousand times before his death. The middlemen hide behind their associations, organizations, foundations, and titles, and do not stand on their own merit. They always speak in tongues of legion… we think this… we recommend that… everything comes from the consensus of the hydra, which requires no conviction because no one is at risk. On occasion when one is presented (Fauci) they are supported by a legion of “we”. They can also be used as scapegoats. It is always we. This enemy, like the one from my youth, is also faceless. This fight is much harder to win than a mere fist fight, like debating an opponent who gets to perpetually redefine your words. We cannot affect them the way we need to, like a boxer with a short reach we need to get under our opponent. Currently we are being worked in the corner.
This isn’t a fair fight. They do not have honor. The weak men who have ruled the world for generations have created our social mediums to produce men without chests, which has led to a society without chests, legions of individuals with poor sentiments, who are vulgar, shallow, and hedonistic, a mirror image of those who have enslaved the human race to every emerging technology and colorless aesthetic materialistic lives. The only difference, the former hates himself and the latter thinks they are god. I look around at the men and women today, not just from my generation but the ones from before and after. Where have all of the adults gone? Where are all of the strong women? Where are all of the real men? Where are our standards and human universals? The class of people who build this world, the plebeian class (mass society) have been reduced to Nietzsche’s Last man. It is pathetic. It is a tragedy. It was a detailed and intentional plan. They have mentally neutered their opposition; it will take time to grow back. The numbers are simply not there to trigger a critical mass for quick change and there certainly isn’t anyone in the public square capable of picking the crown up out of the gutter with their sword. If there were I certainly wouldn’t trust.
Assuming the pyramid of power has a capstone as I suspect, I do hate them. I stated in Discourse One that if I hated a thing, I would say it plainly. There it is. I hate them. They know what they do. I am angry. I am very angry. I want to flip some tables.
So why am I so angry? Taste the iron in my mouth angry? George Carlin was telling the truth, except it was much longer than 30 years prior. Internalize it.
The human mind, perhaps even its soul, has been in a perpetual state of war during the modern era.
It is losing.
No.
It got its ass kicked.
Mass society has become impotent to facilitate real fundamental change.
It is largely domesticated.
Your grandfather’s mind. Your grandmothers. Fathers. Mothers. Siblings. Perhaps your children. Maybe your grandkids. The school system guarantees this. Everyone you know holds fast to at least one fundamental falsehood, including thousands of other beliefs and ideas they hold ranging in degree of importance that are all artificial, all created by the narrative managers on behalf of the leviathan for its own utility. We essentially live in an engineered reality. Most likely, this fundamental falsehood constitutes a big component of their reality, which shapes their world view, belief structure and ethics. They have stolen our choice of identity without us even being aware of it and have made us all meandering golems.
This is what pisses me off.
People were not really given a chance and they have no clue. This was facilitated by the public school system, the public-private partnership school system, which is institutionalized child abuse and systematic technocratic social enslavement. Their front line for their warfare has always been about the kids. It’s always about the kids. At first it was a few hours one day a week. A century later some places go year-round. This is why they evolved the public school system, nudge one generation then the next. Eventually up is down. (Read “The Deliberate Dumbing Down of America” by Charlotte Thomson Iserbyt) https://faculty.utrgv.edu/eleftherios.gkioulekas/teaching/DDDoA.sml.pdf
Hopefully I made clear to the reader how I feel about child abuse. What is more abusive than stealing a child’s mind? At least I could identify my abuser, in mass we are conditioned to believe as children that our faceless abuser is our friend and is there to promote an educated electorate so that we can remain free. Down is up and an educated electorate we are not. The system is not broken, it is working as it is designed. The mental pathologies we are seeing emerge in our youth are wounds of this warfare, they deserve purple hearts. It is time for the adults to enter the breach instead of sending out little Tommy and Mary Lou. This is not the anger of my youth, it is deeper. More real. More authentic. What has been done, what is still being done, is evil. (Even before the latest hypersexual conditioning turn and the trans mental fuckery) This is righteous anger. We cannot expect to win or even make progress when the enemy is already fighting in the future by capturing the minds of our youth. I discussed all of the personal things at the beginning of this essay so the reader may understand the gravity. We are already at war, and it is our children who are fighting it. This demands a response, and I am already responding. It is not by writing and merely venting, but in the real world with real consequences. Our way out of this technocratic matrix will take many things I am sure, but for any measure of success to occur we must sever from the public-private school systems entirely as well as resist any emerging centralized education systems. This is what I want to tell you about.
I have been sitting on this discourse for six months because I did not know how to express this anger. Perhaps it was more that I was uncomfortable expressing it because it is a thing that cannot be undone. There are some parts of me I do not like, but I have to internalize that not all anger is bad. This anger is justified, and I know many of you share it.
Many fellow stackers recognize the gist of our problems, in its most reduced form, common people, us plebeians, have no real power in our lives. In fact, we have been socially engineered on a mass scale long before the personal became political. This was especially true after the rise of mass media, the federal reserve and the public school system, their most insidious weapon of all. We were all being shaped into thoughtless automatons helped and reinforced by the public-school systems which double over as indoctrination centers as well as occupational daycares to maximize employees to the corporatocracy. (I mentioned in one of my books the first levers that had to be secured to control mass society was the financial engines as well as education) The same system uses its “citizens” for political games, human experimentation, war pawns and many other nefarious actions. We are all swine and useless eaters to them now. This is not conspiracy; it is an agenda. It is our reality. This system will kill you and everyone you love. Nobody is coming to rescue you. We must have the courage to do it ourselves. It can be done.
However, while many stackers see this state of affairs as well as having a grip on later generation warfare strategies that are being deployed worldwide as well as domestically, most are spending time unraveling the plethora of webs looking for culprits and educating readers (including myself), instead of brainstorming an exit strategy. There are a few however, but regrettably I think they are missing the mark. For one thing, I am not attacking my neighbor Fed boy. Second, this cathedral they built did not rise overnight, it will take generations to bring it down unless we intend to be beneath the rubble ourselves. With that being said, I do not think it is possible to bring it all down as such outside of perhaps a really large solar flare, which is indeed very possible.
As I have mentioned in other writings, us plebeians do not have the luxury of legacy planning, other classes can weaponize time against us. This needs to change, but not through an organized movement. Not through a cult of personality. Not through war in the conventional sense. These can all be subverted. If you are with me so far you know this. I am speaking of intellectual gorilla warfare. We must create a new way to fight, a new type of warfare. Our long game must begin with decentralized education. The fight for the future began yesterday.
Homeschool parents watching public school kids in public.
Part IV
Plebeian Transgenerational Warfare
“Anger is a great force. If you control it, it can be transmuted into a power which can move the whole world.”
-William Shenstone
During my life there have been two large events that have altered my paradigm of the world around me like no other. September 11th, 2001 was the beginning of the end of my trust in the system. It was then that I began the long slow journey out of the hyperreality (out of Plato’s cave) and all of its false narratives and trappings. Granted, it fell away in stages over the next few decades bit by bit, but by the time the second large event emerged, Covid-19, I was not completely under the spell like so many.
To make a long story short, my wife and I were cognizant enough to see through some of the bullshit to know we were entering a mass formation movement brought on by perhaps the largest Psy-op in my life.
As a healthcare professional, which is now a dirty word to me, I was against the vaccines, or transgenic therapies, from the very start. My work motto was no data, no opinion. This was a stance I had to take to remain employed, because even with a blank medication insert (I kept the proof) the company I worked for at the time thought it was ethical to tell people it was safe. Naturally, I pushed back, stating the obvious that even non-medical personnel would know. The methods of the “approval” via operation warp speed broke every supposedly sacred safety standard protocol we had developed over the past 50 plus years. It also goes without saying we had no long-term data.
Saying it was safe (and effective) was objectively, making shit up. My employer, unable to dispute the sun rises in the east, permitted me this neutral stance of no data, no opinion. (my illusion that I had some independent agency after almost 20 as a healthcare provider evaporated at this time) Mind you, that was the company email version of my real opinion which in reality was “you must be out of your fucking mind if you receive this shot”. Looking back, it was funny just how incredulous some people were to even my corporate sanitized version, shocked that I did not parrot the talking points of the CDC and other so-called experts. My parents sided with the approved experts at the time as well, thinking the benefits outweigh the risk. Who was I, an accomplished professional who happened to be their trusted son, standing in opposition to legions of well-respected public intellectuals. I was just being too cautious, they said. Unfortunately, they now understand their error. Fear is a powerful motivator, as is the pressure of appeal to authority conditioning.
I did not even want to participate in injecting it into my patient’s arms, even those who supposedly consented even though it was impossible for them to give informed consent considering I could not even tell them what was in it. (We now know there are many things in it)
I certainly did not want the injection myself. By no measure of description was I ever “anti-vax” which is not a useful label as it is way too general, I weighed every drug product including the variety of delivery systems independently. But this really isn’t a vaccine. The rhetoric on this entire psy-op is messy like one would expect. Regardless, I was not going to put whatever it was into my body. I told the Army no. I told private employers no. When I was away from work, I told everyone who would listen, no. Don’t do it. We told our daughters pediatrician no, and I could see it in his eyes that he was compelled to ask, just like I was compelled to stay neutral. The difference is, I decided to fight, and our pediatrician did not. Our response to questions about injecting our children with this intervention was over our dead body from day one.
Side Note: In previous writings I mentioned that I had worked for a presidential campaign in 2020. While I am not at liberty to disclose much due to signing an NDA, I worked with the Libertarian nominee Dr. Jo Jorgensen who finished third in the election. My role beyond being a consult as a pharmacist was to monitor various media stories and help prepare a response. Our discussions took place prior to the first injection (as it was after the election) but I had adamantly pushed her to go against any mandates ahead of time as well as to push prohibiting them to be given to children. Several other team members pushed back against my statement, saying there was no way these would be mandated or pushed to children. Dr. Jorgensen was not one who pushed back, but the naivety of even supposedly intelligent and distrustful libertarians was a bit shocking. Unfortunately, what I said did in fact come to pass. The point is, I was fighting this long before the first shot was given and there were warning signs along the way, but few were listening. Most of the people who now say they are against these medical interventions were at best silent during the early phases of the rollout. Many of these individuals are part of the Medical Freedom Movement which is certainly a controlled opposition organization. There are landmines everywhere. Keep receipts because they are chameleons. The show isn’t over yet.
From day one, I thought pushing the “vaccines” on children was child abuse. Child negligence at the minimum. Certainly not a “First do no harm” action. Now, a few years later, I consider it attempted murder. I am not being hyperbolic. Let’s revisit that point in another decade. Or sooner.
It was during this time the last shred of trust I had in our academic and scientific institutions evaporated. I finally internalized that they would openly engage in extreme malfeasance. Furthermore, they were coming for my children. For yours. And they still are. They always were…
*Which brings me to…
Simultaneously, our children were attending a Montessori elementary charter school, one that we had vetted years earlier. Funny thing is, we thought we had already understood that the school systems were corrupted, but we thought the charter school had a good curriculum and was not involved in those pesky indoctrination programs like common core or CRT, and we would be able to parent through any minor issues.
I did not realize we were holding on to one of those fundamental falsehoods I mentioned earlier. We had the idea that the school system was fundamentally and conceptually a good thing, but it had just been corrupted and it was capable of rehabilitation. This is recuperation psychology, and we were trapped. If it were not for Covid-19 and our elementary school forcing all students to do virtual learning the veil might not have come off. I have school teachers in my family, and they are good people. The system couldn’t be fully an appendage of the death star, could it?
Yes, yes it could.
By the time our girls were moved to virtual, I had a medical issue in my right ear from recurrent ear infections that were brought on by mandatory mask wearing at work and was on a medical leave of absence. (I am now deaf in my right ear and have constant tinnitus and bouts of vertigo.) We converted our playroom into a classroom, which was in the middle of the house, impossible to miss hearing what transpires. When they began virtual school my wife and I were home full time, and we heard everything. (well I heard half – kidding)
This could be multiple essays.
In short, we did not expect to do this. It was not our plan. Like most parents we had planned on sending our kids to school, thinking on some level it can’t be all that bad. We had after all, vetted this charter school. To say it plainly, we planned our lives how all of us are conditioned to, presupposed around the occupational daycares we call schools. The illusion covering the fact that this system manufactures the timeline of all our lives, scientifically managing us from birth to death fell away. Carlin was right, we are all getting dicked.
Some schools began injecting their students on campus with experimental intervention, but all of them were chipping away at their student’s sense of self, while filling their minds with propaganda, and frankly, trash. But this isn’t new. Its just a new version of the same but evolving game. This is act four, over a hundred years in. We are just now seeing it.
My wife and I came to the realization almost at the same time. We are at war with the system and our children are at the front line.
Sending our children into the grinder is both metaphorically and sometimes literally a death trap. It is child abuse. It is mental manipulation that does not seek to educate them on truth, knowledge, beauty and proper sentiments, but rather on manipulated or absent truths and social mythologies. But most importantly, it conditions them into compliance and predictability. Dumb, docile, and dependent. It is no wonder why each generation develops more and more mental pathologies, we are systematically abusing our own species. All of this does anger God and this anger is righteous.
Earlier I mentioned I was hard on myself when I was a teenager because it took me so long to deal with my anger. As I said, in hindsight I am more kind because I understand we make mistakes and the point of them is to grow, to become better. I am not hard on myself for not understanding this about the system sooner, all that matters is that we see it now. To the reader, it is alright if the system tricked you. It doesn’t matter if you were/are a school teacher, a cop, a solider, a banker, a doctor… it matters what you do now that you know. You can choose to do better. If not for yourself, choose for your kids.
My wife and I needed to make a decision; one all parents of school age children must confront for themselves. Would we stand and deliver, protect our children from institutional abuse and prevent them from becoming experimented on, or would we take the easy path of acquiescing to the system because otherwise we would need to sacrifice.
For clarity, there was no conversation. My wife and I have a way of communicating without words. The decision to pull our children and homeschool them was not verbalized. On day we just knew, sometime between one teacher saying (when referencing math time) “I don’t feel like this shit today” to the entire class and another saying “All white people are bad” while covering history.
We wanted to be parents. We had discussed the importance of children to our individual value systems long before we were married. We knew each other.
With full realization now washed over us, we knew it was time to prove it. People often say they will die for their children, but less often are they willing to live for them.
We are willing to do both. My wife and I restructured our lives to become homeschooling parents where both of us take active roles in teaching, and as it turns out it has been one of the best decisions both of us has ever made. We get to spend more time with them by far than most parents will ever get to spend with their children in their lifetime. In fact, if you calculate it out you gain over a year of actual active time with them when it matters most during their formative years. It is remarkable. They are mentally, physically, and spiritually happy, as well as progressing intellectually faster than their former classmates. They are not shielded from the propaganda and conditioning, rather they are educated about it in real time. We are giving them the eyes to see and the ears to hear. They are learning to have their own voice, their own free will, a nearly impossible feat for most indoctrinated children or adults, to achieve.
None of us should be lying to our children about the Machiavellian nature of the world and we should start teaching them early. Do not wait until your kids are 16 to tell them such things, the older they get the more difficult it is to adjust. Compliment the negative by teaching them how to see the positive without the naivete. Build their mental & Intellectual defenses as well as their spiritual ones, they will need every ounce of them in this life.
The infantilization of society promulgated by the school systems have made each generation of children less able to cope and thrive, making them infinitely more susceptible to conditioning and social thought diseases such as queer theory and all its appendages such as identifying as a furry et cetera. The best defense against these attacks we can provide our children is to arm them with truth and their own free will. That is of course outside of getting them the fuck out of trenches. That is no place for children.
We are now in our third full year of homeschooling our children and each year we have found ways to make improvements to our process. In addition to our diverse and growing self-created curriculum we have joined a growing community of homeschoolers in our county and the number of students abandoning the traditional systems is growing by the day. We have created networks of individual families who share books, strategies, and tips about navigating and improving the process as it relates to each individual child. Unlike the standard one size fits all approach of the “traditional” schools, we can experiment to find how each child uniquely learns, essentially making sure that no child gets left behind because there is not a set pace. It is about learning, not regurgitating and forgetting.
For the first few years during Covid-19 the goal for my wife and I was to essentially circle the wagons. Our thoughts, as they should, centered around our children alone. It was stressful and we wanted to make sure we were making the right decisions about strategies and time management. It took time to become comfortable enough and confident enough to begin looking at how this could help other children and families who were stuck in the system. As previously mentioned, I view the system as a form of child abuse, and just because my children are no longer under that particular boot did not mean that I could abandon the thought of the transgressions being committed against millions of other children. I am not ashamed to say that I have wept at the thought of how many children are being mentally abused on a daily basis. I knew in some way God was telling me to advocate for homeschooling louder, that I needed to do something, as the tears were my spirit informing me of my righteous anger and my compulsion to act, to flip some tables. Instead of “get out of my father’s house” it is “get out of our children’s minds”.
About a year ago now I began to consider how this phenomenon of homeschooling can be successful, perhaps even weaponized against the old system, after all the “kids are the future” was not a campaign slogan, it was a battle cry. If children are indeed the soldiers for the future, we need to begin training them to fight for the right side. The side of transparent limited constitutional government, perhaps even fully decentralized. A system that does not have both power and secrecy, where it stays hidden in the shadows unaccountable to those who reside in it. A system that values human life, human dignity, human rights. A system that recognizes and protects the beauty and importance of individual rights and identities. You know, what America could have been.
So how do we achieve all of these things?
I do not have all of the answers. Perhaps some forms of decentralized finance such as cryptocurrency can help, including several forms of blockchain technology that could assist with governance, preventing corruption and subterfuge. These strategies, among others I will leave to other thinkers for now, as they address issues and battles in the present day that will also be present tomorrow. But they all depend upon the minds of the future and their ability and willingness to embrace and keep them. If you build a wonderful system today, what keeps the next generations of kids from having all of their values modified to hate what you have built?
But I do have one, and it is the big one in my opinion to sustain any other changes in the positive direction of liberty for the human race. We must sever all of the strings from the public-private education apparatus from our children’s minds. I have been looking at ways to scale up what we have done in our community to translate out to children everywhere, not just here in the United States but globally. This warfare is global and despite not wanting to be globalists as defined by modern parlance, we must understand that battlespace is everywhere, and it can no longer be ignored. We need a new renaissance, and the animating force of this renaissance is the minds of children everywhere.
So how do we scale it up and keep it from being infiltrated like everything else?
That is the question I have been considering and working on. While I do not have a solid answer yet, I will say I am building one and I will share the scaffolding of it with you. Perhaps this idea can grow and come across the right people. But it is important to understand this in essence is a strategy that must be passed down (transgenerational). And it is indeed warfare, just not the kinetic kind. Not yet. Hopefully never. But students, our children, must know the fight. They must know how education has and can be weaponized. They must understand it is defeating to go on to have children and return them to the same cycle. They must understand the need to resist centralized education. This must be thought of as a 100-year war, it is the long haul. However, I am not suggesting this should be “compelled”. Our children must be free to make their own decisions, or we will miss the entire point. Even in warfare we must have standards, if not we become what it is we fight against. With that being said, it is no secret as to how to get someone to do something you want. You Machiavellians out there are pointing your finger at me, saying “look he is one of us. He just wants it HIS way.” You can do it without lying or tricking them. We incentivize our children not by compelling them like a sick cult or tricking them like the narrative managers of the power elite, rather, we build a new system that is so good that they would not even consider returning their children or their grandchildren. At some point it becomes contagion and critical mass can be achieved. This can be done.
In previous Discourse I have discussed some of my concerns and dangers with artificial intelligence. However, not all technology is bad, some have the potential to liberate us from the leviathan. Cryptocurrency has that potential, as long as it is decentralized and without strings to the national security state like many of the current top coins. The renaissance in education can also be assisted with AI through a process I have seen called Human Swarm Intelligence. When I have written about this previously, I meant to solicit the ideas of groupthink as it related to an AI swarm, particularly militarized drones, or digital bots. However, Human swarm intelligence is the opposite of this collectivization. If done correctly it seems, swarming prevents any group that is solving problems together from evolving into groupthink, and by design the system is leaderless and therefore does not manifest the form of a queen like leader in a hive mind. A queen that could be used to manufacture consensus of thought and opinions. Human swarm intelligence is a decentralized bottom-up system instead of a centralized top-down one. Such a system thrives on intergroup disagreements and helps resolve the issues into solutions.
Dr. Louis Rosenberg is considered the father of Human Swarm Intelligence, and he founded a company called Unanimous AI. The goal of this company is not to replace human intelligence with algorithms, but to amplify it which enables networked human groups to form “superintelligent” systems. The potential for large scale homeschooling groups is enormous with such technologies.
Unanimous AI has been developing methods that allow networked human groups to form real time systems modeled on biological swarms. It enables groups of all sizes to work together, pushing and pulling on each other as an AI mediated system that quickly converges on optimized decisions that combines the group’s total knowledge, insights, and intuition. It has been shown to produce more accurate decisions, assessments, and prioritizations than individual humans can produce alone on average by far.
AI- powered systems do not reflect human morality and perspective, so humans need to always be in the loop, unlike some military AI targeting systems that kill people automatically based off of metadata collected from human terrain systems. Human swarm technology can connect humans together, but not by replacing or reducing them to mere algorithms. The possibilities are endless, not only for decentralized education, but perhaps such systems could lead to decentralized governments or even large-scale self-governance. (utopic anarchism?)
To solve the issue with quorum and timing, Unanimous AI is working on a new program called MindMix that will enable groups to form real-time swarms even if not everyone is present at the exact same time. Such a program can be used for many things including homeschooling programs, either for individual families, or through a collection of groups of families like our local county groups. This theoretically could scale to a level of a global human swarm.
However, one current barrier to programs like these is cost and Unanimous AI uses subscription fees that are outside of most user’s everyday budget. Another company called VOY is attempting to address affordability as well as scalability issues. They are also developing swarming applications that do not use fixed inputs, rather they allow each user to come up with their own creative answers to problems through a process they call Human Swarm Imagination.
While this type of technology is in its public infancy, the opportunities for such platforms to facilitate a decentralized but connected education system that leaves the old indoctrination models in the past could be right around the corner.
Moving forward I will continue to reach out to such companies attempting to develop something to bring about a future that is far less dystopian than our present course suggests. However, there are many other barriers to decentralized education, particularly the various laws governing homeschooling. Despite what many think here in the United States, in most states homeschooling is extensively regulated and is often illegal. Currently, Florida has the laxest laws but the state, as all of them are, is attempting to use insidious methods to reel people back into the fold through various programs including financial incentives. Sometimes they weaponize CPS to “nudge” parents into compliance. We should do everything we can to facilitate a change in our legal codes to permit homeschooling, but it will be a fight. At the end of the day, we will do it either way, but we prefer to live in peace and be left alone by the state as we now treat such institutions the way one would treat any other natural disaster such as hurricanes or tornados. It is best to avoid them.
While this essay is not a call to violence, it is a declaration of war. More accurately, it is not a declaration of war, rather, it is both the acknowledgment that our children are already party to one as well as a declaration of a proposed long term counter offensive that my family is already engaging in.
We have made contact with the enemy; the question is are you prepared to do the same?
Conclusion
“The Choice” To Tear Down or Build Up I watched some men tearing a building down. A group of men in my hometown. With a heave and a ho and a mighty yell They swung the ball and a side wall fell And I said to the Forman Are these men skilled, the type you’d hire if you want to build? And he smiled, then laughed and said no indeed Common laborer is all I need For we can tear down in a day or two What it took builders years to do. As I turned, I shook my head I knew there was truth in what he said. And I thought to myself as I walked away Which of these roles am I going to play? Am I a builder as I work with care? Measuring life by the ruler and the square Am I shaping my deeds to a well laid plan? Carefully doing the best I can. Or am I a wrecker as I walk the town Content with the labor of tearing down? -Author unknown HOW ABOUT BOTH? The choice is yours.