Campaign for Truth


“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

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Never Go Home

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

Invocation of the Living Soul

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

Woman and Fire

Woman and Fire

Perfect Mixture of Woman and Fire

We visit her new offices
I’m impressed
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

Genesis of Prosperity

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

Grainger Smokestacks of Conway

DMG Smokestacks Sunflare

Sunday February 7, 2016

It’s Super Bowl Sunday, and also the day of the demolition of a historic landmark. I awoke this morning to a thunderous explosion followed by a significant earth tremor. I was soon informed it was the destruction of the smokestacks of the late Dolphus M. Grainger Power Station, just over one kilometer away. I was startled by the explosion but quickly recovered. A lingering emotion was regret that I missed witnessing the demolition. I would have made an effort to wake by 6:30 AM and been at Lake Busbee by 7, standing in the cold rain with an umbrella, if I had known about it. I regretted missing the irreplaceable experience of witnessing the razing of a fifty year old local historic landmark of a town which I’ve lived for fifteen years. I regretted this for about two hours until I rationalized the misfortune and learned something important.

I accepted that I was responsible for missing an event that greatly interested me. I had been so preoccupied with work and play that I missed a major unrecoverable planned event of deep interest, occurring just a kilometer from my residence. The crashing boom that startled me from sleep was a literal wake-up call to my senses. It forced me to realize that I want to be thoroughly informed to the local affairs of the city that affects me. I began to regret less missing the demolition. I started to appreciate the omission of the foreknowledge of the event because I had learned something paramount. I became inspired and motivated to read about the power plant and write what I had learned. More importantly, I was happy I learned of myself a characteristic that I might otherwise not have discovered for much longer. I decided to embrace and own the lost opportunity. If I had been told of the destruction, I would have made a short schedule adjustment and gone to watch. Most likely I would have taken that information for granted and not have realized my deficiency. It’s of course simple to say and accept “we’re responsible for what we learn”, but it’s far more impressive a lesson to miss a grand event that affects us.

I’m going to start reading local newspapers and follow local politics. I want to know about the developments that occur around me. I can’t expect to effect desired changes if I’m ignorant of my environment. I think it’s crucial to take responsibility over our individual education. I can’t presume this is a rare epiphany unrealized by most, but I feel it’s important to share that it took me 37 years to realize I’ve been failing myself by treading water without air in my lungs. Perhaps with my head above water I can get a clear picture of where I’m at, then I’ll start to swim toward beneficial goals.

– Jeremy Edward Dion

Rubble and SmokestacksSmokestack TopsSmokestacks and Clouds

Cool demolition video:
http://www.myrtlebeachonline.com/news/local/article58981203.html

All photographs from:
http://www.myrtlebeachonline.com/news/local/article58791323.html

Relevant articles:
http://www.sciway.net/sc-photos/horry-county/lake-busbee.html
http://wpde.com/news/local/dismantling-of-grainger-power-plant-underway
http://www.thestate.com/news/business/article20715948.html
http://www.myrtlebeachonline.com/news/local/article58791433.html