The Native Iowan

“they were ignorant of astronomy”

I am constantly reminded that a little bit of knowledge is a dangerous thing. And, once again, I am oft time surprised that very intelligent people will choose to accept opinion as newz, not taking the time to proof the information they have acquired.

With the modern www at out fingertips, literally – with the worlds libraries at our finger tips – we choose to accept the opinion and innuendo of highly paid “actors” who “read the newz”.

Do we NOT get the fact that every single TV/ Cable/ youtube “celebrity” is doing what they do because they are paid to do what they do.

Like a popular rock band, they are paid to entertain. No doubt, many rock bands are moving, emotion filled, even spiritual at times. But they do what they do for money. They are paid entertainers.

I know, there are passion-driven forces all around us. I shall not give name to the few newz personalities I pay attention to. I shall not give name to the ones I think are completely full of shit. But i shall say that every time I watch something like Oprah or Dr Phil or Jerry Springer – or the like- I feel insulted/ demeaned.

I was reading some obscure Author Conan Doyle recently. The language was great. He painted vivid pictures with words. His language made me work. His language made me feel smart. A far cry from some of the brain-candy I have read of late.

I am still looking for the newz service that makes me work, makes me feel smart. Sadly, I feel less intelligent after time in front of the TV listening to almost any of the services available. I cannot think of one i’d recommend.

Sure, I am a snob. Why not? Its my brain. Why should I roll over and be dumbed-down?

As far as the world-of-politics goes, my opinion stands… to be in the system, to join the system, to become and elected entity in the system, one must be a snake. Warm blooded creatures are not welcome. Do not survive. Reptiles only, allowed past the hallowed doors of elected-officialdom.

They are the “Masters of War”…

Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin’
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it’s your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people’s blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

You’ve thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain’t worth the blood
That runs in your veins

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I’m young
You might say I’m unlearned
But there’s one thing I know
Though I’m younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die
And your death’ll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I’ll watch while you’re lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I’ll stand o’er your grave
‘Til I’m sure that you’re dead