Remember in high school how the students were told by their 'School Spirit' to violently attack other neighboring schools?

Whatever that School Spirit really is, it leads many young students to initiate violence against nearby neighborhoods when those school's football teams compete. The children become possessed with the School Spirit through the games, and with the student body so possessed, school districts become like warring nations of people who, instead of fighting for land or treasure, fight each other over balls.

Go Team!

This early conditioning of the minds of children is just one of the ways that those children will later accept the idea of enemy nations upon the Earth, as a way to normalize war.

A Lifetime of Cultural Conditioning

For those just joining us here on this nutty planet, we Earthlings traditionally send our own children to school in order to be trained to accept the idea of war. Such training is not just through the school's academic curriculum, but our children are also subjected to indoctrination into perpetual conflict through their school's violent sports competitions.

Imaginary Lines in the Sand

The students are taught that a simple geographic location, or a specific region upon the surface of the planet, is the only justification needed for a bloody rivalry.

Children don't naturally want to fight each other, so these contrived rivalries must be programmed into the child, encouraged by the adults in society, and the child is so conditioned for conflict at home and in school throughout their lives that they can hardly imagine peace.

The child is taught at school that other schools are the enemy, so that later in life, they will find it easy to blindly hate other countries and cultures.

The Language of Aggression

The idea of committing violence against other neighborhoods is ingrained in the imaginations of children through the terminology that is associated with school sports matches. "FIGHT!" they are told, and if they fight hard, they might win, and become heroes.

The school children are convinced that they will need to 'beat' another school's team to make the teachers happy, and through the sporting events, the children learn that the most aggressive students rise to the top in society.

The football programs are held in high regard by the school systems, and the most popular girls are recruited as cheerleaders and pep squads, who's purpose is to encourage their sports teams to violently take down the opposing team.

The lesson for the young men in high school is thereby clearly laid out: Fight, beat, tackle and stomp the kids from another neighborhood, and the pretty girls will like you.

My Own High School War Story

Back when I was in high school, we were handed the conditioning program on the first day, with no fooling around. We were to call ourselves Warriors.

As new students, we were told that Warriors were proud and brave, and that we were fortunate to be attending that particular school.

Many of my fellow students nodded in excitement-- they felt lucky that their parents happened to have bought a house in a neighborhood that made them Warriors, and the School Spirit easily nested into their young hearts.

As Warriors, our main enemies were the Tigers and the Patriots. These were schools that happened to be geographically close to our beloved school, and as our first year of Warrior high school began, the stories of Tigers and Patriots coming into OUR neighborhood to vandalize our cars and our homes began to spread. If we had any pride at all, we would listen to our school spirit, and we would retaliate somehow. We were expected to defend our turf.

Patriots Attack Warrior's McDonald's with Eggs

It was the student parking lot where we freak Warriors congregated. This parking lot was where we did much of our underage drinking and illegal smoking, and where our car stereos blared the hits of the day well into the night. It was in that student parking lot one night that we got the news of an egg attack on some other Warriors and their cars up at the McDonald's on the highway.

This wasn't just any McDonald's restaurant. The McDonald's up on the highway was where the Warrior's cheerleaders hung out. It was football season, and everyone knew who must have thrown the eggs-- it was those awful Patriots.

The Warrior's Militia

I jumped in a car with somebody, and the two of us flew towards the battle zone. We weren't the most popular Warriors, and nobody expected us freaks to defend the honor of the school or it's cheerleaders, we went to the scene because we just wanted to see something exciting.

I had never even been to any of my school's football games, and couldn't have cared less about who won the matches. As we approached the McDonald's, I just supposed that if anyone was going to be egging cars in my neighborhood, it should be me and my hoodlum friends, not some sports fans from across town.

We pulled into the McDonald's with a roar, and there did seem to be something going on, as there was a certain amount of confusion in the air.

The Patriots had been there, we heard, throwing eggs from the car wash across the street, but when they drove off, they had left behind a couple of their buddies.

We heard, "He went thattaway!" and we, without thinking, ran down into the surrounding neighborhoods. Our neighborhoods.

It was around the lower back side of an apartment building that we found the abandoned Patriot. I was surprised that we found him, and without even trying, we had him cornered in a porched entry. It was a little dark, and so long ago, I don't know what the Patriot looked like, except that he looked scared.

The Patriot was also holding a baseball bat.

A baseball bat. We stopped. I don't really remember what happened next, because not much happened. None of us knew what to do. None of us were really designed for this.

I Understand Some Bat

According to the baseball bat, I didn't care what this guy had done, or what neighborhood he came from. I didn't care where he went to school, or if he supported their football team. The next thing I knew, we were back in the car, headed back to the safety of our student parking lot, back to our underage drinking and illegal smoking.

The individual schools might have their unique traits and languages, but a baseball bat is universally understood, and the fear that glowed from that cornered individual was quite contagious. We 'let him go' is what we told everyone back at the hangout, but what really happened was that the cultural programming had failed on us to some extent. We weren't willing to fight for our beloved school, and we didn't even mind admitting it.

We didn't buy into the war cries and the excitement of the games. For me and my freak friends, a school pep rally was just an excuse to get out of class, to sneak back down to the student's parking area for a quick puff. We didn't care about the indoctrination program one little bit, and were proud of that fact.

Sending Innocent Children to School to Become Warriors

There's nothing wrong with football. I never learned to play the game, but have nothing against it. Some of my best friends played football, and I never held it against them. Football and sports isn't the problem, it's that we were all victims of school, and while a few of us were able to avoid the indoctrination into the culture of war, the rest of the student body was possessed by School Spirit, and to this day they support the perpetual state of war, and every aggression that is waged in our names.

If we want our children to remain innocent, it's ok to let them play games and to throw balls around, but the best way to protect the children from the cultural conditioning that programs violence into the young mind is to keep them away from school. The School System is the problem.

The schools teach violent rivalry, military worship and blind obedience to authority, which are things that we might teach warriors, but in the real world, in a moment away from the constant cultural conditioning, we humans really don't want to fight with each other.

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