KnowRevolution

Let that sink in. The statement does not apply to the objectively provable. But, in this world of indoctrination and mass aceptance vs personal inference and deductive testing, stupidity always wins. And I mean always.

You know how many people know that kerosene in a standard non-accelerated or forced induction melts massive structural steel beams? All of them. Well, all of them enough to know for certain. Except, you know how many people have ever cut a steel beam with an oxyacetalene torch? Not all of them. In fact, by the hundred, far less than half. And of those that have, how many knew the general temps of what they were working with? How many even would know the variables with which to determine by spec sheets how hot anything was or was not? Here is a list of things to go by that would get you within 15% of actual temp by variable specs: Pressure. Flow rate/volume. Tip/nozzle size. Percentage mixture. Ambient O2 values. If you knew the diameter of the supply train, the pressure at the mixing valves pre and post, and the exit tip nozzle diameter and type, along with percentage mix between fuel and oxygen, then you should be able to nail down what your max sustainable temp would be, give or take 15%. And that is very conservative. Technically, you should get within 5%, but anyway…

Point being, everyone knows everything because everyone else knows the same thing. These days, being in agreement is where power lies, not in correctly understanding the world around you. That took me a while. To understand just how dumb people really are. I mean, they are duuuumb. But, alas, all you have to do is ask them about 9/11 and they will tell you all about how dumb you are and how smart they are.

There’s a badass cat I write and play music with. Recently, he went full on hard about teaching himself the piano. He is good. He picks up the shit he likes quick, makes some changes to it to make it more his style, and then plays live. Good shit. He is older than I am by a bit, but not too much to the point that we argue about landing strips vs bare runways. It’s all good no matter what, but rainforests can create a bit of confusion. Anyway, I asked him, as he is about a generation beyond, how much of history did he learn from his parents in hand me down fashion vs what he was taught (as in school)? All of it (school) he responded. His parents never told him anything about the past. Nothing. Oh, there was the requisite bullshit about aunt Mabel coming from Virginia and I think her dad came from Pennsylvania and his mom came from North Carolina and her dad came from England, but any of the other shit is missing.

The other shit is missing. Like, what did things look like? What buildings were around? Who was building what where? What were they building? How did western expansion actually happen? Does anyone have any idea? So far, I have yet to meet a family that has any history of their own. At the end of the Lord of the Rings or somesuch shit, one of those hairy midgets was finishing writing about the adventures he and his friends had. Not for nothing, but that was no short adventure. It wasn’t even a lifetime, but that fucking book was massive. I know its a dumb analogy, idiom or whatever, but if Gandbo had a book, where is yours? Where is your history of what the hell was happening in the world at the time? Where is your families story? If writing shit down is a spell, well, the writers are the only ones casting it. And when you write, you cast. Hmmmm…. Who cast our history, and what story does it tell? Well, you only know what you were taught to regurgitate. Period. You got nothing more than that. And in the end, if it were something completely different, you don’t know. But you also know that something is odd about that. Some shit in history doesn’t make sense.

Public is government. Public schools is government schools. Public parks is government parks. Ain’t your park, that is for sure. Not your library either, altough it is a great place to start looking for interesting stuff. Stuff like how the mass entirety of hundreds of buildings, massive stone buildings, suddenly sprouted up in less than a ten year period built by less than 5000 men who were also simultaneously building their own homes and making their own farms- in the desert no less. Salt lake city has some greenery, but it is a bit harsh on the farming side. Checking out when certain buildings were being built when the only utensils brought out were stuff on horse and buggy. Railroad wasn’t there yet. Those boys carved that granite and whatnot by hand looks like. While they were at it they built a hospital 30 miles away into the side of a mountain. Massive building. 30 miles. 5000 people busy trying to survive had nothing but time and massive amounts of excess energy and nothing to do but carve stones with hand tools. Yeah. Or maybe it was already there. Louis and Clarke spoke of roads and stone fences they came across along with well manicured yards that had only recently been left to the overgrowth. They were the first. No one else had gone that far. They were scouting. No one else had been there…. but stone fences. Didn’t know the nomadic indians had decided to build stone fences, stone mansions and cobblestone roads. But yet there they were. Sometimes some of the stuff written by the ‘first’ explorers and settlers slipped out before the Censor General could do their job.

Put a guy into an airtight soft suit. Give him a rebreather device, CO2 scrubber, whatnot. Keep enough pressure inside this soft suit to keep his lungs happy. Anything less than about 8 psi and he’s dead. So use that as your baseline. Soft suit. 8 psi. Now throw the fucker into a vacuum. Put him in a vacuum sphere and watch what 8 psi looks like. That suit better be made of all sorts of carbon fiber, kevlar, and a few layers of internal seran wrap to keep the air in. Soft suit. No atmosphere. It’s gone. Kaput. That 8 psi is going to look more like 60 psi in standard atmospheric pressure. In a vacuum, its kind of exponential. At best, this fellow is not going to be able to move. That soft suit will feel rock hard. Everything is inverted. It is the equivalent of pumping that suit up from 8 psi to 60 psi. Try bending the arms of that ‘soft suit’ now. Good luck. But you know they went to outer space, right?

You don’t know. And you don’t either. First, you didn’t test it yourself, and second, you don’t know enough about anything well enough to begin to understand what you have been told and taught. They lied to you your whole life, and you were too stupid to know it because you are just plain out stupid.

The beginning of knowledge starts where you are willing to learn. Learn. Do you know what that means?

Two different words.

Taught.

Learn.

Taught is I tell and you repeat.

Learn is just you. Alone. Singular.

Can you learn, did you learn? Or did you taught?

I know you were a taughter, not a learner. How do I know? Because the world is based on who can kill the least efficiently while killing in the most inefficient ways. If you were a learner, and so were you and you, this would be a different situation.

There would be no need for any war because as soon as some moron jumped up and started talking about organizing for some system that cannot be held accountable and has the legal monopoly on the use of force, they’d be set out on the edge of town and not allowed to return until they did something useful.

Letting the mind go wherever it wants is a wonderful thing. It can learn you a thing or ten.