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Educatio

“Education is teaching our children to desire the right things.”

Plato

“Education is the kindling of a flame, not the filling of a vessel.”

Socrates

“Educating the mind without educating the heart is no education at all.”

Aristotle

“Read at every wait; read at all hours; read within leisure; read in times of labor; read as one goes in; read as one goest out. The task of the educated mind is simply put: read to lead.”

Marcus Tullius Cicero

“He who opens a school door, closes a prison.”

Victor Hugo

“Education consists mainly of what we have unlearned.”

Mark Twain

“It’s an universal law– intolerance is the first sign of an inadequate education. An ill-educated person behaves with arrogant impatience, whereas truly profound education breeds humility.”

Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

“The only thing that interferes with my learning is my education.”

Albert Einstein

“Education is a system of imposed ignorance.”

Noam Chomsky

“There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man’s fears, and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call … The Twilight Zone.”

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Educare,

Latin,

Educatio,

Latin,

Educate,

English,
Education,

Mid Sixteenth Century,
English,

“the process of receiving or giving systematic instruction, especially at a school or university.”

Call me Gonzo,

Batty,
Looney,

Crazy,

Conspiracy theorist,

Call me what you like,

But there is,

If you choose to see it,

A mountain of evidence that proves,

As Marx stated;

“The ideas of the ruling class are in every epoch the ruling ideas, i.e. the class which is the ruling material force of society, is at the same time its ruling intellectual force. The class which has the means of material production at its disposal, has control at the same time over the means of mental production, so that thereby, generally speaking, the ideas of those who lack the means of mental production are subject to it. The ruling ideas are nothing more than the ideal expression of the dominant material relationships, the dominant material relationships grasped as ideas.”

It is plain to see,

That once our masters,

OUR masters,

Had control over global finance,

Thus the desecration of any earlier creation,

The sovereign nation,

Again a replacement of an earlier paradigm,

The religious one,

That they had control over the physical means,

Of ALL production,

Yet, a substantial piece of the puzzle was missing,

That would further enshrine their wealth,

Requiring a fundamental reshaping,

Of the way that we are bread,

To think, or lack thereof,

More to obey,

Thus,

To infiltrate, destroy, redesign and reshape,

The spirit, principles and delivery of education.

It is perhaps,

The highest duty,

Of all humans to be informed,

And giving credit where it is due,

My parents imbued me with a delicate mind,

Instructing it to be filled,

At a very young age,

With a voracious appetite for knowledge,

Page after page,

Book after book,

Day after day,

Year after year,

My best friends were and still are the worn pages,

Of books many would not even know,

Let alone read,

The subtle time worn stain,

The faint aroma of those perplexed, uplifted,

Embroiled and entertained before me,

Names like Plato and Aristotle,

Interspersed with Machiavelli and Hegel,

Characters like Sherlock and Dorian,

Mingling with Santiago and Raoul Duke,

Each presenting the opportunity,

For my mind,

Actively to expand horizons,

In search of ever greater new ones,

Not just for myself,

But for all.

A real education,

Not promised me,

Nor any of us,

But enforced, by my parents,

That lit the flame,

Fanned it,

And watched me roar.

Yet,

As I revisit the past,

With a mind matured and also ravaged by time,

Acknowledging,

As self evident now,

I realize beyond a shadow of a doubt,

And certainly outside the reach of some stuck in Plato’s Cave,

That the machinations of true power,

Have conspired to control the spiritual and mental means of production,

Creating chainless minions,

Unaware slaves,

Through magnificent efforts reaching back,

At least a century or more,

When those same powerful creatures,

In elegant rooms,

In order to perpetuate and consolidate their power,

Forced upon the unaware, or worse uncaring,

A purpose built system to invisibly dominate minds,

From the earliest ages,

Inside the institutions known as elementary and secondary schools,

A system of vile and vicious propaganda,

Established to ensure that the means of production,

YOU,

Not only did not question, would not question,

BUT, could not question,

As the erosion of critical thought ensured,

That you would; “look, listen, kneel, pray,”

At the alter (spelling intended) of consumption,

While mindlessly promoting their wealth,

Celebrating it,

Coveting it,

As moment by moment you gave way,

To a well oiled plan.

And, as the Bard would say,

Herein lay the rub;

Philanthropos,

Greek,

Philanthropia,

Greek and Late Latin,

Philanthrope,

English,

Philanthropy,

Early Seventeenth Century,

“the desire to promote the welfare of others, expressed especially by the generous donation of money to good causes.”

A beautiful and noble goal that,

To promote welfare,

Through generous donations,

Yet,

In purpose and practice,

The age old idea of charity,

Has,

Like all institutions,

Been corrupted,

To engage in the spread of ideas and practices,

Contrary to the public good,

And instead,

As facts in evidence prove,

To deepen the stranglehold,

Of a very select few.

Until recently,

The Vatican,

The Holy See,

That great institution, (tongue in cheek)

The Roman Catholic Church,

Had a prominent and indeed almost monopolistic control,

On systems of education throughout the world, let alone every Sunday,

Only partially dismantled after world war two,

And like those who follow herein,

Pays no tax maintaining,

That their mission is;

“to promote the teachings of Christ.”

Really,

Pray tell,

The Crusades,
Eleventh to Thirteenth Century

The Wars of Religion,

Sixteenth and Seventeenth Centuries,

Second Sudanese Civil War,

1983 – 2005,

The daily ongoing in all but name forced proselytization,

Of various people the world over,

Is this what the man or myth would answer to the question,

What would Jesus do?

But to name a few more;

Rockefeller Foundation (Standard Oil)

“Promoting the well-being of humanity around the world.”

Ford Foundation (Ford Motor Co.)
To receive and administer funds for scientific, educational and charitable purposes all for the public welfare.”

John A. Hartford Foundation (Great Atlantic and Pacific Tea)

“It is necessary to carve from the whole vast spectrum of human needs one small band that the heart and mind together tell you is the area in which you can make your best contribution.”

W.K. Kellogg Foundation (Kellogg Cereals)

“We believe that one measure of a society is the importance it places on the optimal development of all of its children. We envision a future and a society where every child thrives, and we invest in areas to advance that vision.”

Carnegie Corporation (Carnegie Steel)

“ to promote the advancement and diffusion of knowledge and understanding.”

Alfred P. Sloan Foundation (General Motors)

“believes that a carefully reasoned and systematic understanding of the forces of nature and society, when applied inventively and wisely, can lead to a better world for all.”

Moody Foundation (W. L. Moody’s oil, realty, newspapers, and bank holdings)

“to benefit in perpetuity present and future generations of Texans.”

Lilly Endowment (Eli Lilly Pharmaceuticals)

“exists to support the causes of religion, education and community development. The Endowment affords special emphasis to projects that benefit young people and promote leadership education and financial self-sufficiency in the nonprofit, charitable sector.”

Howard Hughes Medical Institute

“advance biomedical research and science education for the benefit of humanity.”

Pew Memorial Trust (Sun Oil Co. or Sunoco)

“is driven by the power of knowledge to solve today’s most challenging problems. Pew applies a rigorous, analytical approach to improve public policy, inform the public and invigorate civic life.”

Endowments aside,

These very few ‘tax exempt foundations,’

Not to mention our Universities,

MANY more hidden behind page after page of illusion,

With noble goals and purported idealistic aims,

Served two much more important aims,

Firstly,

To protect and indeed advance the fortunes of a very select few,

And if not more importantly, as money is just a fiction,

To seek, design, implement and control the minds,

From the earliest ages possible,

Of the means of production,

YOU!

Don’t believe me;

Think of the McDonald’s Happy Meal,

The principle is the same.

As earlier demonstrated,
Words have meaning,

Some understood by all,

Others coded instructions,

Secret directions,

And ominous predictions.

In a delicate move of evil genius,

These same men,

Robber Barons to their core,

Knew,

That the general public,

Already devoid of will,

And increasingly intellect and the ability to question,

Opened the doors of their secret halls,

Presenting to Carol Quigley,

The keys to the proverbial kingdom,

Minutes of the Tax Exempt Foundations,

An understanding which would become the basis for Tragedy and Hope,

A direct, substantiated and nefarious cabal,

Giving direction and instruction where necessary,

Worse where required,

As in the masterfully created wars,

Knew that the minds were needed, as early as possible;

Welcome the International Bureau of Education,

“Its aims were to centralize documentation related to public and private education, to take an interest in scientific research in the educational field, and to serve as a coordinating centre for institutions and societies concerned with education.”

A private foundation,

At the end of World War Two,

Integrated into the International system,

Absorbed by the United Nations,

Through UNESCO.

Such a tangled web,

Impossible here to fully weave,

Foundation after foundation,

Private family and endowment trusts,

All working toward,

A series of control, social,

Engineered to promote and protect,

The endgame of the perversely wealthy elite,

This included,

Though you may be aghast,

Nazi eugenic experimentation,

That may enable the breeding of ‘superior men,’

Psychiatric experiments,

Guarded by Rockefeller (Standard Oil) paid goons,

We speak off the destruction of the Jews ill fated,

Yet never of the cause of their demise.

Further research in Canada, McGill University,

Vile experiments with Dr. Ewen Cameron,

Those that first started me down this rabbit hole,

Of researching and attempting to understand,

Exactly how the machinations of collective suppression work,

At seventeen I began to question,

Absolutely everything I had been taught,

In school, in books, from history,

Realizing that truly one of the spoils of war,

Was the ability to control the future,

By controlling the past,

Orwell was and IS right.

I have written,

Time and again,

Of the wholesale destruction of thought,

The abject perversion of the human condition,

By those who benefit from it’s slaughter,

For years,

I have waged war,

With myself, my beliefs, the things I thought I knew,

And the world into which I was born.

Am I still Gonzo,

Batty,
Looney,

Crazy,

Conspiracy theorist?

Or the pebble at the precipice of the water,

Wishing nothing more than to create,

A perpetual tide of concentric circles?

Why,

Pray tell,

Do we refuse to see,

Or more apropos,

YOU,

Refuse to see,

That there is a definite link,

Between the control of debt,

The duplicitous practices of the Internationalists,

That have robbed you of friend and supposed foe,

Hegel to the death;

The fall of sovereign states,

The decrease in critical thinking,

The rise in consumption,

The massive dumbing down of one and all,

And then further refuse to question,

Who does this all benefit –

Follow the money!

It is not the 1%,

It is the 0.0000074%,

As Fitzgerald,

One of my daily delusions maintains;

“The rich are different from you and me.”

And they are,

Even though you refuse to see,

For to them,

You are not even a pawn,

But a single atom, of a molecule,

Of a pawn,

And your resistance,

Despite their attempts to convince you otherwise is not futile,

The truth is out there,

Your liberation is within your grasp,

Will you take it,

I call not for a revolution with blood in the streets,

I call for an awakening,

Knowing that our TRUE power,

Is not within their institutions,

Of mind control and social engineering,

IQ and Standardized test,

But in our hearts and in our minds.

Will you open your hearts and minds,

Awaken to the realities around us,

Or march, slowly,

One day at a time,

Born for the dying?

“The truth is stranger than fiction.”
Hunter S. Thompson
SDM

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Good Sender Hunting

 

Since my birth I have shirked convention,

I am FAR from conventional,

I guess some of you might call me a pain in the ass,

Especially those that never did nor could get me,

But if we are calling spades, let us call this spade what it really is;

I have at various points of my life worked as a video clerk,

A flyer guy for a start up Pastry store,

A Customer Service agent at a utility call centre,

I have owned and operated two consulting firms both far ahead of their time,

With a partner who still luckily adores me,

Started a Philanthropy,

G O O D P E O P L E… cause that is what we are, right?

I have worked as a trash compactor service repairman,

A private investigator,

A Club promoter

And have I left anything out,

Chef and even an Online Retail General Manager

Oh yeah, not to mention…

 

…a political operative at all levels of the democratic process in Canada

and around the world!

 

Since my birth I have shirked convention,

Why should I try to fit my square

Into your circle?

 

I have been everything to everybody and ultimately,

Nothing to myself,

I have done enough to survive,

Knowing that at some point survival would come in handy,

And it has,

Just look at me now,

Life is my oyster,

Despite and in spite of all my pain,

Twice lost children

And all I could do was cry,

Three times lost love,

And all I could do was cry…
But I march on,

Press on,

NEXT…

Since my birth, I have shirked convention,

I have attended the best schools and the best universities,

None of which knew what to do with me,

I have spit up the mental vomit that was required of me,

And still feel the putrid bile in my throat,

And then some,

All in an effort to get a piece of paper,

That said I was educated,

An empty promise from our schools I assure you.

YOU ARE NOT YOUR GRADES!

 

Since my birth, I have shirked convention,

I have whacked my head against the wall many times, too many to count,

I have thrown shit against the wall and tried to see

What might stick?

And it never did,

And so I wonder;

 

Since my birth, I have shirked convention,

On many a whim I can quote Plato,

Aristotle and NWA in the same paragraph,

Drawing conclusions and making assumptions that few could ever see,

Nor dare to,

Lacking the conviction to think for themselves,

I can remember the first time I was called a liar,

I mean truly a liar,

By a librarian,

Because I had read 100 books in a summer,

I was so surprised that a woman of letters,

A woman I had been taught to respect,

Would have so little faith in an inquiring mind,

To belittle her thought

I asked her to flip any book to a page,

So I could demonstrate to her,

What a great mind looked like,

Needless to say she never questioned me again,

Though I still feel this great mind is in need of more,

Do you understand?

Can you?

 

I have studied the classics,

All of them,

Not in school,

Not in a classroom setting and not because I have to,

I studied them looking for that piece of me

that might somehow make sense of my life,

Great reads to be sure,

Great mind developed in tow,

Inspiring great minds as well,

May I inspire you?

 

Though I still seek the answers,

Do you know where I could look?

Do you know where I should look?

 

I have read, thought about and drawn my own conclusions,

On Smith, Hobbes and Locke,

Coming to Rousseau and knowing that I do think,

And that is the only thing that I can be certain of,

Well that and I can write,

SCRIBO

ERGO

SUM.

 

Dickens has entranced me,

Falling into two cities like they were equal but separate parts of my brain,

Bipolar hemispheres that are in constant duel,

Black dog howling,

Virginia Woolf crying,

Churchill smoking a Churchill,

Hemingway with a shotgun in his mouth,

Shelley, Tennyson, and Mohammad have wooed me,

I have had my eyes opened, by Cohen, Kissinger, and Machiavelli,

I have consumed with great interest Dante,

The Divine Comedy is right,

Funny I cannot peg which circle of hell I belong to,

Tragedy though seemingly my path,

Though I can tell which of the seven deadly sins I have committed,

I have been victim to the giants of the literary world,

Been the willing passenger to the other shirkers of convention;

Hunter S. Thompson, Tom Wolfe, and Mailer,

I have stood on the edge with Dylan both Bob and Thomas,

Also looking at religion with an open heart and mind,

Though drawing conclusions that so few people like,

GOD IS YOU,

YOU ARE GOD!

 

Poe has hugged me,

I have been beat up by Shakespeare,

Enthralled by Bronte and Austin,

I have consumed mass amounts of Vodka,

Dostoyevsky and Tolstoy counted amongst my mental friends,

Despite their constant battles,

Rasputin always wins;

 

I have read the Bible, The Koran, Torah, and Bhagavad-Gita,

In search of an answer that never comes,

Will it ever,

Perhaps in the end?

I have had conversations with Rabindranath and Flaubert,

Contemplated the nature of life with Darwin,

And questioned it with Kafka and Rushdie,

I have dreamed with Cervantes and Balzac

(damn Absinthe almost made me sane)

While William Golding laughed from the corner;

As he chuckled; “Piggy, piggy, piggy,”

All I heard was “Sender, Sender, Sender…”

 

I need not respond as George Bernard Shaw sent him packing,

Embraced by Chaucer and held in place,

At every step of the way,

By a system that had no concept of what to do with me,

But I have survived,

Thrived,

For all the haters,

Naysayers,

Those who have doubted me.

 

I have been told that my brain is too big to fail,

Kind of like American Banks,

Save that I have no need of a government bailout,

For the government has failed me too,

At every step of the way,

Corrupt for them,

Corrupted by them,

To the point of personal destruction.

 

Good Sender Hunting,

Is now where I am?

 

And I am hunting,

For you, wherever you are,

I am hunting,

Looking for the freedom of expression that is guaranteed me,

The peace, order, and good government that we profess,

The ability to find meaningful work,

To inspire,

To uplift,

To inform and bring joy,

To study as I please,

To write as I please,

To find a way to survive in this world,

That has no use for me,

Except these words,

And in the end my soul friends have always been words,

On a page,

Written by men and women in a far off land and time,

Wondering if I would have hit the same wall,

Thrown the same shit,

And suffered the same sacrifice,

In the name of survival,

In their ages,

Or would I be celebrated like sages?

 

Good Sender Hunting,

but my life no movie,

though if it were surely a tragedy

Shakespearean,

And all I want,

Is to have a place,

That I can call home,

Is it here, now, with you? Figurative!

 

Not more nor less than I need to survive and thrive,

One word, one sentence, one paragraph at a time;

 

TAKE ME AS I AM,

For I am not in control of the many parts of me,

That led me to this page,

These words,

This continent,

This country,

This city,

These kids…

 

I am a maverick,

A modern renaissance man in search of civilization’s enlightenment,

Have any of you seen it,

Heard it,

Felt it,

Can you point me in the write (intentioned) direction?

Because really,

I am lost,

And hunting

definitely an original,

For Sender.

Will you help me?

Because I really like apples…

SDM

 

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