“When a history book contains no lies it is always tedious.” -Anatole France
(This quote was chosen for its relevance, but it’s understood from his work that Anatole France was a socialist that preferred a bit of lies and ignorance.)
I may have to assume the role of historian. I’m concerned about the integrity of education. I’ve noticed sour elements within society have changed historical notation. Their first reaction is to deny the alterations. After insistent questioning, it’s claimed to be done for “inclusivity” or “progress”. These are excuses repeated by foolish people and I can’t get them to say who’s pulling their strings, if anyone.
Widespread public progress is automatic if left unregulated. Inclusivity is also automatic as individuals choose with whom to be involved. It’s called discrimination, and it’s not a dirty word. Everyone discriminates automatically. It’s what keeps each of us safe, and also able to choose fresh produce. Historically, the effective reasoning of lying to the public was to propagandize and persuade the impressionable young into particular camps and ideologies. I believe this is constantly occurring. The truth of the past is obfuscated and another generation is misled, ripe for similar mistakes. Informed decisions cannot be built upon a foundation of lies. I am able; therefore I have a responsibility to research, argue, debate, reveal, and record the truth. I feel that’s likely what is involved in historical studies.
As far as organized education is concerned, the various educational departments make the decisions of curriculum content for public schools. They also respond as unaware shills of historical alterations. It will have to be investigated to discover how this practice can be put to an end. I’m certain the editors of historical publishing houses are aware of the alterations. I will have to get their response to the discovery of this practice. I still believe the best education is obtained by a critically-thinking mind, but a private school comprised of a morally honest faculty is a close second. And good luck finding one.
I have to begin by writing what I know and supply the evidence. Once I’ve built solid arguments with supporting articles. I can begin accusing the “historical” publishing houses of operating as negative propagandists instead of historians. There are already some easy targets, but an effective campaign for truth takes organization and preparedness. This isn’t a fight to enter into while ignoring politics.
-Jeremy Edward Dion
Concerning the phrase: “You can never go home.”
I thought I knew what this meant. I learned some things tonight about someone I haven’t checked on since I left the state of my birth. Now I understand what this phrase means.
It doesn’t relate to a physical home, your childhood or even who you were. This phrase has every bit to do with the people you held in your memory as ideal or “safe havens” from your childhood. You knew that no matter where you were in life, those people would always be as you remembered them. It is a selfish thought , and most likely unfair to them, but you don’t associate with them anymore so it was okay. Family is often exempt from this practice because you continue to know them.
The modern era of social media has a way of shattering your safeties of protected memories because you can learn instantly that people are not as they were. I suppose my ignorance of their progress was a way to stay young and ignore the insanity of the adulting movement, but I can’t say that learning of their alleged “progress” has been beneficial.
I don’t feel happy. Normally I would laugh at the knowledge of someone’s social perversions, but I’ve already loosened my emotional bindings with drink this evening, thinking it was safe to do so. Then I learn of something that should only have indirectly affected me, but instead destroyed an idea of someone I apparently used as psychological armor. It was always a place to go to for “home”. I somehow related the idea of someone innocent but older from my childhood, as a key to an untouched purity and safety. Learning from social media of the reality, and thus perverting the idea of that person, has disturbed waters that were long left calm. I will always be responsible for what I do, but I cannot predict how I will react to this. Luckily I felt inclined to write of the idea as it was a fresh experience.
I feel in a rush to finish this piece only because I’m recoiling in horror of this experience and thinking of an unopened wine bottle in the kitchen. I don’t want to deal with these ideas. I always had that one person that I didn’t follow-up on; but now I learned the endless “progressive” modern social perversion has compromised even them. There is truly no home to go back to. My ideas of people are shattered as they have all sacrificed decency for faddish hedonism.
I guess this is simply growing older, and I feel dumb for it taking what I feel is longer than most, but I feel more inclined toward hating everyone, impartially for various related reasons.
I’m smart enough to know that hate is useless and burns people up inside, but no other emotion is instantly gratifying for cooling me from real action. I guess that makes me a hedonist like all the others I’ve grown to despise. I can’t talk to them, because my sacrifice, felt, makes me hate them more. I would have been better off falling into the stream and letting its current take me with everyone else; but no, I had to think myself better than allowing compromise and fought it to this point. Now I remain so far upstream that I can’t relate to the perverted irrational mess that society has become. I don’t recognize my countrymen. Are you a he or a she? How do I address you!? These are trivial matters when globalism is trying to eradicate your culture. I can’t prioritize toward your identity crisis! I would be comfortable with all of your idiocy if your leftist system accepted that others will make mistakes. But even a first grader is reprimanded for calling a twisted kid of ignorant parents by their previous name.
It’s too much effort to remember everyone’s particular daily identity. You’ve obviously made mistakes with your sexual identity, so you should allow others similar forgiveness. These are the effects of parents being told to listen to their kids and that the “schools know best”.
I will set the world to rites:
A. Kids are dumb.
B. Adults are classically more wise.
C. You’re the parental adult.
D. You cannot trust others to raise your children.
E. Schools are statist entities populated by compromised shills.
F. Kids will believe propaganda presented to them.
G. School is propaganda.
H. Be mindful of history, education and the accuracy of facts.
There are more points to make but I’d run out of letters. It is clear that the social problems of today are because of the failures of yesterday. Every person that is wise has failed every person that is ignorant. And our failure has doomed everyone to repeat the trials we settled long ago. America’s education system has failed. We are in revolt because the trust is lost.
I have been holding these ideas back because I didn’t want to admit them. I’ve had a track record of writing something observational and it comes to pass. I didn’t want to be prophetic with such dark views. But I have a responsibility, at least to my morality, if no one else. I’ll say what those of us with any sense can plainly see.
If the Americas want to tear itself apart, I will give that. I need some excitement in my life anyway. The result will be most will lose what the presently have. Regime change doesn’t simply mean you’ve changed the face of the puppet. You wanted a communist state? You got one! Here it comes. Those family-sized coffin liners are about to be used. If you don’t understand my reference then you’ve never gone beyond fake news media, and you’re part of the people I wish to reach.
But I’m tired. I’m far too damaged or conflicted to care about education I believe should be common among adults. I’m a fan of “Live and Let Live”. I won’t harm anyone until they come to my stoop to dictate terms of how I am to live. Authoritarians, communists, socialists, and fascists have been known to do that; so I have an aversion to the ignorant authoritarianism of BLM, ANTIFA and the “anarchists” that have no philosophy of the nature of the terms of their identities.
Or one could say I’m jealous; that’s all. I can’t ignore the world as it is. I wish I could ignore what I’ve learned and turn my head and laugh and play, but I see the design to society and know it was manufactured by a relatively small group of people that can’t leave others be.
I sense some people know I hold back a lot of what I really think. Most of them believe I’m a coward because of the various behavioral insecurities they juggle. I keep cool by letting it amuse me. Others believe I’m conflicted and so I must torture myself. The truth of my nature is far less interesting. If I unleashed all that I know with supporting arguable points, I would be completely cut off from everyone. Maybe that is only a feeling. Maybe I’m delusional and my opinion isn’t that powerful, but logic has a way of fucking the psychosis-afflicted folks up and driving them to recoil in horror. Proof of this would be to look at these protesters driven to riot because the factual evidence of the world doesn’t align with what they want to believe is true. It’s a source of great angst for these misinformed twits and the loudest majority of them resort to violence and property damage because they can’t formulate arguments.
Violence without purpose is chaos. But if you’ve exhausted all reasonable avenues of debate and result in being truly oppressed, then a legitimate movement could be formed as a catalyst for genuine change. But still, the core problem with these idiots is a lack of historical data. We don’t hear about the beneficially societal implementations of communism because, well.. Name one. / Right. Everyone likes to think they can be the first to be “amazing communists”. Here’s a message to all you wanna-be commies: Authoritarianism isn’t better than common golden rule morality. Live and let live. The closest thing to voluntary association is a republic modeled after the golden rule. Communism is authoritarian by basic implementation. Get over yourselves! Your professors are greater idiots than yourselves and they’ve steered you aground on the shores of fantasy. Living among each other is quite simple: Don’t make trouble for others, and don’t accept the burden of others. Be responsible for yourself. No one else will care for you. If ever anyone comes to do real physical harm, defend yourself. Apply common sense to everything.
That’s all I want to say. I’m evidently disappointed with the publicized version of society. Fuck the lot of you.
-Jeremy Edward Dion
Today I was determined to make a legitimate Facebook account using my name and information. Wow. What a joke they’ve become. Throughout the two and a half hours of access I did have, I wrote four complaints about how they told me my answers were invalid, or my schools didn’t exist, or my politics didn’t align to any of their known classifications.
That was all fine and dandy because I could at least tell them how wrong they were when their version of a helpful answer was outside the scope of the problem. I guess they got tired of being informed of how broken their billion dollar industry is because they locked me out until I could complete a mobile phone “Security Check”. The problem is I don’t have cellular coverage at my home in the mountains. I have a landline, but they said it’s “not a valid home phone number” and couldn’t receive SMS texts. Um, yeah, no shit.. I don’t know a lot of land lines that receive SMS texts you fucking idiots.
Well if any of you know me, I have no trouble telling corporations where they’re wrong, so I wrote them this letter:
I have exhausted all avenues and determined that Facebook is requiring me to have cell phone service and coverage to access Facebook services. I can “log in”, but there is a “Security Check” that asks for a cell phone number. I can supply any number it seems, but the problem is that I am not in a cellular coverage area, thus I am unable to use Facebook services.
I think it is important (likely required) to inform all users, especially new users, that Facebook requires the third party communication medium of cellular service and coverage to access services. I could comb through private contract law to discover a legal precedence that would require a company to disclose that requirement on their signup page.
Essentially, I have given Facebook my identity information, and they are now refusing service after I shared such information. I have broken no terms of service and are being denied services because they require me to have a paid cellular service.
Furthermore, Facebook requires their users to use a third party paid service like a cellular service, by monthly fee or contract, or at least a cellular service in a coverage area to access Facebook services. This is in violation of the account signup claim that “Facebook is free & always will be”. That is clearly not the case if Facebook is defined as the services it provides.
In my case, I am not eligible for the free Lifeline Assistance Obama Phone program. I have to pay for cellular service. I’m not saying I don’t have a cell phone. I’m saying I’m not in a coverage area; nor should that be required to access Facebook services.
Facebook has broken its own company charter motto and service agreement. I have a mind and ability to seek a claim unless this matter can be resolved. That can be accomplished by Facebook allowing me access to the services that were agreed upon. All I’m asking is to be able to log in & use services with my username (email) and password, and maybe even with a security check that utilizes email verification. I cannot be required to supply a cellular number, as that requires a third party paid service. That is my argument and claim against Facebook.
If this matter is not resolved, I will seek legal counsel to continue. Give me access to the account services, at least so I can expunge the record of my account, or I will make my claim public and advance toward legal action. Please have someone contact me so we can solve this matter without litigation.
-Jeremy Edward Dion
Allenspark, CO 80510
(970) ###-#### -home
(843) ###-#### -cell (no coverage)
I also posted a copy of this letter here: https://pastebin.com/x6DynuwV
After writing up the letter I proceeded to search for valid addresses to contact Facebook. Yeah, that went nowhere. I couldn’t believe the nerve of mega-company to not even have any public avenues for communication outside of their account system. So I got angry and performed some brutish hackery to find email addresses that do enter their networks and aren’t returned by a MAILER-DAEMON. Sure, my message could be getting dropped without notice, but I doubt that’s happening for all of the Facebook destination addresses I discovered.
All in all, I cannot resolve this issue without either opening a line of communication to a human being in their company, or going to town and verifying I have a mobile phone service. As I stated in the letter above, the requirement of having a mobile phone service to access Facebook services, is a violation of their claim, for some, that “Facebook is and always will be free”. That’s a blatant lie on the landing page of their site. It’s something to consider of the nature of their organization.
-Jeremy Edward Dion
As sure as breath fills my rising chest
And blood pulses through my heart
I command my strength of will to guide judgment
As the world is set to rites
May the forces against me falter in my presence
Let my purpose be pure and true
With no distraction to shake me from my path
As hope bolsters my resolve for truth
No enemy of goodness shall stand against me
No trick of evil able to deceive
Blessed with compassion for the deserving
With powers infinite to that answer
Let this soul know redemption
Let this mind feel hopeful
Let this body root into strength
This is my aim toward goodness
Clear my heart of hate
Let only love remain
May awareness guide my forgiveness
And bring forth those to my aid
Perfect Mixture of Woman and Fire
We visit her new offices
She’s at the head of her table
Now she’s free to leave
The papers are collected
She gets up for a drink
Smiling to see me again, we meet
Compliments and comments exchange
Business gets concluded
It’s time to close
I’m the last one out
She makes her move, steps back into me
Turning to save her, eyes met, we kiss
Acting on impulse, my heart is warmed
Excitement rules my mind
I look at her, she learns my name
Our plans then formed
The day is saved
The memory made
-Jeremy Edward Dion
I feel like yesterday was the genesis of the rest of my life. At about a quarter past 4 pm yesterday, I completed brokering a three-party loan deal that should be very good for me. It was difficult to organize because it required nearly constant attention and renegotiation of terms, all of which I was trying to do without a personal phone service.
I had gone some time without a phone because I haven’t required one while focusing on writing. I was beginning to enjoy the lacking distractions. But Wednesday I received a call through alternate means that allowed me to realize just how important this deal could be for things I wanted to do, and so I became determined on that course. I made some moves to secure operating costs and by Sunday I was talking again.
There were moments that I thought things were going to fall apart but I kept finding energy from somewhere and solutions presented themselves. I wasn’t sleeping much at night but I would feel recharged in the morning. I would wake at the crack of dawn without any doubt I may have felt the previous night. All I could think of were possible solutions that I focused on as soon as I woke.
It’s a good feeling to be determined toward something. It has been a while since I felt that way. Writing is cathartic but it’s becoming increasingly painless for me. It was refreshing to try my hand at something new and challenging. Patience is extremely important to achieve many goals worth pursuing. Many would say I’m behind, but I look at what people have and what people want, then I feel I’ve done alright so far. Ideas are immortal and I’m in no hurry.
-Jeremy Edward Dion