The Purpose of History Lessons (Parenting, School, and War)

The history lesson, seems dull to some, others seek it for the wrong reason, and more don’t understand the three staging elements (history, religion, justice).

A historical event you need, speaks to you, and you can never really grasp it, it just fades away through your fingers like sand in the hour glass, with you forever because it’s time.

A religion is something with a common name of a figure, always someone who did something terrible, a religious figure or leader or prophet or martyr, with a common distribution of material to link us together in avoiding a parable about demise; that demise which is encouraged by the faith of your selection.

The story of justice is about the core of an evil man, to study, to see when the mirror is backward, and you view your evil man, the devil brought into the public mind by notoriety.

So, let’s start.

First, we have parenting.

We select a biographical figure, someone you have pride in and studied, as a parent must always study, to place the child into, young. You pick one particular element of the man, and teach it to them, in a term you understand, as religion, however detached from the fact of the affair. Then, you give them hand-to-hand training, girl or boy, a ‘strep’, a game they can play with their fists, hands, arms, or leg, or get them equivalent martial arts training, especially boxing or karate or even kung fu, if you’re in Asia and want to raise a cop. Finally, there is a false promise given to the child, that is not fulfilled, so the child will be an adult, and will not require a structure over their head to operate, thus repeating the sequence.

Second, we have school.

You have your historical period from a teacher you admire, often a black sheep, an anti-feminist typically, man or woman, maybe not even a history teacher or someone at the school. They tell you an interesting parable, maybe even erroneously, to instruct you on an experience from their life (their war), that explains to you something you’re capable of doing. There are dozens of these per day passing through a single school system class, in all subjects and even out back with the kids smoking joints, if you want the rare history of the town (are you a police officer? Smoke up, officer!). The one you forget, is the one you want, with a sequencing system placed inside you, for your rhythm, your mother’s remembrance of how she failed, being the aspect you must uphold in her flaw, to remain potable for war, to fulfill the lesson’s desire.

Religion, comes next. Whether it’s a cult like a bunch of beer swillers, a strange lodge for veterans, your daily Mass or religious Sermon or Jewish vows, maybe even stories from overseas in Hinduism or Buddhism or Islam (strong recipes for urban riots, the coming jihad to the West, thanks to the work done by Stanley Lieberman, “Stan Lee” his alias), you have a religious backbone. Religion, features figures, that wanted to play a little joke on us, so they did the same enraging thing, over and over again, to a particular custom now considered ‘obscene’, with the asshole (the term in Christianity, for Jesus Christ’s liturgy at bare basics once analyzed) punishing your polite custom. Each one, has a common bond with others around the world, and they move into each other in history lessons, and down, merging, until someone decides to be an asshole again, giving us more history for our traditions (never explain Jesus to a kid, he won on that front). That is your geometric pattern, beneath the sequence of the history lesson.

Finally, we need our justice system. What didn’t your mother want you to study? Where could you be, in her mind, this notorious figure, that you have to wipe out, but only when you see yourself in someone else? You could be theirs, they could be yours, but you have to read at least a little about this kook.

They’ve done something wrong, you’ve done something wrong, so this is where we get our architecture of structure from, the rising house above the sequence of geometry, the entry passage through the home we’ve built, called Citadel.

Third, we have sacrifice.

Sacrifice, is about getting a lover, even a lonely old priest or a huge drunk prison convict, has a woman, or a big woman or maybe a little trauma victim or some girl that wants to kill their abusive father by helping you go to prison for statuatory rape, every man and woman needs a concept of love.

To take a man, and place him in the battle, is the battle of a community, these large wars and huge economic turmoils and political battles nothing, just another place to go reported by the humble scribe, the man or woman in charge of the haze, the sacrifice, the blood.

These are the rites of words, and they make you weep, thinking about how small and insignificant universe there is with the other men and woman you have touched just as small, somewhere close or near, as at danger of the night as you.

You cease to become a human man or woman, and instead a character in a book, not for the book itself, but for the author, to become the man or woman that wrote a fine classic, or a demonized work of art, or maybe made a grand movie or a work of stage with a banana peel or a racial slur shouted on camera at NYPD crack pipe planters (Michael Richards finally did it, he’s the most famous comedian in the country).

It isn’t a journalist badge or a press box seat or even a writer’s pen making your favorite comic cartoon in the paper that gives you this ability. It’s knowing a man, really knowing a man, in print, and passing on the tradition of a special education teacher once given this lesson to a child, gone from life to life, in spreading this man’s story to person after person, the peace after battle, the child from the parent, the bounding between the world’s continents and peoples and skies and oceans and humble waters burbling from brooks.

(Editor Rep Badge: SOE Wing Commander Yeo-Thomas, WW2. Schleiswig-Holstein, antebellum prebellum five point circle. Invasion of Israel, Death of Christ, Islamic Seizure of Silk Road. Charlie Manson. Ernest Hemingway).

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