Some shocking,sad and concerning videous of how dumb,ignorant and brainwashed people are at the moment.Open up your eyes.Never the less just beacuse a fraction(even though prevaling) of a nation is comprised of morons doesnt make a whole nation moronic.

Dumb Americans

Some more plain ignorant Americans

Some dumb British people for a change

Same Ignorance In Germany - I do not agree with the text written at the begining.The questions asked are of low or none dificulty and represent generall knowledge.Poeple make themselves look stupid.

Dinner at The White House , A Parable ( don't miss
the last sentence....)

Once upon a time, I was invited to the White House for
a private dinner with the President. I am a respected
businessman, with a factory that produces memory chips for computers and
portable electronics. There was some talk that my industry was
being scrutinized by the administration, but I paid it no mind. I live
in a free country. There's nothing that the government can
do to me if I've broken no laws. My wealth was earned honestly, and an
invitation to dinner with an American President is an honor.

I checked my coat, was greeted by the Chief of Staff,
and joined the President in a yellow dining room. We sat
across from each other at a table draped in white linen. The Great Seal
was embossed on the china. Uniformed staff served our dinner.

The meal was served, and I was startled when my waiter
suddenly reached out, plucked a dinner roll off my plate, and
began nibbling it as he walked back to the kitchen.

"Sorry about that," said the President. "Andrew is very
hungry."

"I don't appreciate..." I began, but as I looked into the calm
brown eyes across from me, I felt immediately guilty
and petty. It was just a dinner roll. "Of course," I
concluded, and reached for my glass. Before I could, however, another waiter reached forward, took the glass away and swallowed the wine in a single gulp.

"And his brother, Eric, is very thirsty." said the President.


I didn't say anything. The President is testing my compassion,
I thought. I will play along. I don't want to seem unkind.

My plate was whisked away before I had tasted a bite.
"Eric's children are also quite hungry."

With a lurch, I crashed to the floor. My chair had been pulled
out from under me. I stood, brushing myself off angrily, and watched as
it was carried from the room.
"And their grandmother can't stand for long."

I excused myself, smiling outwardly, but inside
feeling like a fool. Obviously I had been invited to the White House
to be sport for some game. I reached for my coat, to find that it had
been taken. I turned back to the President.

"Their grandfather doesn't like the cold."

I wanted to shout, "that was my coat!" But again, I looked at
the placid smiling face of my host and decided I was
being a poor sport. I spread my hands helplessly and chuckled. Then I felt
my hip pocket and realized my wallet was gone. I excused myself and
walked to a phone on an elegant side table I learned shortly that my credit
cards had been maxed out, my bank accounts emptied, my retirement and
equity portfolios had vanished, and my wife had been thrown out of our
home. Apparently, the waiters and their families were moving in. The
President hadn't moved or spoken as I learned all this, but finally I
lowered the phone into its cradle and turned to face him.

"Andrew's whole family has made bad financial decisions. They
haven't planned for retirement, and they need a house. They recently
defaulted on their subprime mortgage. I told them they could have your
home. They need it more than you do."

My hands were shaking. I felt faint. I stumbled back
to the table and knelt on the floor. The President cheerfully
cut his meat, ate his steak, and drank his wine. I lowered my eyes
and stared at the small grey circles on the tablecloth that were water
drops.

"By the way," He added, "I have just signed an Executive Order
nationalizing your factories. I'm firing you as head of your business.
I'll be operating the firm now for the benefit of all mankind. There's
a whole bunch of Erics and Andrews out there and they can't come to you
for jobs groveling like beggars."

I looked up. The President dropped his spoon into the empty
ramekin which had been his crème Brule. He drained the last drops of
his wine.


As the table was cleared, he lit a cigarette and
leaned back in his chair. He stared at me. I clung to the edge of the
table as if were a ledge and I were a man hanging over an abyss. I
thought of the years behind me, of the life I had lived. The life I had
earned with a lifetime of work, risk and struggle. Why was I
punished? How had I allowed it to be taken? What game had I played and
lost? I looked across the table and noticed with some surprise that
there was no game board between us.

What had I done wrong?

As if answering the unspoken thought, the President
suddenlycocked his head, locked his empty eyes to mine, and
bared a million teeth, chuckling wryly as he folded his hands and said
…………

“You should have stopped me at the dinner roll."

Sitting in the National Museum of Iraq is an earthenware jar about the size of a man's fist. Its existence could require history books throughout the world to be rewritten.

According to most texts the "voltic pile," or electric battery, was invented in 1800 by the Count Alassandro Volta. Volta had observed that when two dissimilar metal probes were placed against frog tissue, a weak electric current was generated. Volta discovered he could reproduce this current outside of living tissue by placing the metals in certain chemical solutions. For this, and his other work with electricity, we commemorate his name in the measurement of electric potential called the volt.

The little jar in Baghdad suggests that Volta didn't invent the battery, but reinvented it. The jar was first described by German archaeologist Wilhelm Konig in 1938. It is unclear if Konig dug the object up himself or located it within the holdings of the museum, but it is known that it was found, with several others, at a place called Khujut Rabu, just outside Baghdad.The jars are believed to be about 2,000 years old and consist of an earthenware shell, with a stopper composed of asphalt. Sticking through the top of the stopper is an iron rod. Inside the jar the rod is surrounded by a cylinder of copper. Konig thought these things looked like electric batteries and published a paper on the subject in 1940.

World War II prevented immediate follow-up on the jars, but after hostilities ceased, an American, Willard F. M. Gray of the General Electric High Voltage Laboratory in Pittsfield, Massachusetts, built some reproductions. When filled with an electrolyte like grape juice, the devices produced about two volts.

Not all scientists accept the "electric battery" description for the jars. Some suggest that they were simply containers used to hold papyrus scrolls. The scrolls have since rotted away leaving just the jars,though this is unlikely as the iron rod would cause some oxidation that would fasten the destruction of the papyrus. If they were batteries, though, who made them and what were they used for?

Khujut Rabu was a settlement of a people called the Parthians. While the Parthians were excellent fighters, they had not been noted for their technological achievements and some reseachers have suggested they obtained the batteries from someone else. A few people have even suggested that this someone else was a space traveler that visited Earth during ancient times.

As romantic a notion as this is, there is nothing about the Baghdad batteries that is high-tech. All the materials used are common in origin and the manufacture was well within the ability of many of the peoples of that era. What is surprising about the jars is that somebody figured out how to put the right materials together in the right way to make a device that has a function which was not obvious. It is likely that the batteries are the result of an isolated and accidental development.

What might they have been used for? German researcher Dr. Arne Eggebrecht used copies of the batteries to electroplate items (a feat recently duplicated on the show Discovery Channel show Mythbusters). The electroplating process uses a small electric current to put a thin layer of one metal (such as gold) on to the surface of another (such as silver). Eggebrecht suggests that many ancient items in museums that are thought to be gold may actually be gold-plated silver.

Open up your eyes,realise those lies!

As I was having breakfast over at my Grandmother's place today,the phone rang.After a few moments of silence my grandmother said,what's the matter.This was followed by "I shall come in a few hours".It turns out her uncle has died.Her brief words were "My uncle died.He was really old.He was 90".This made me think about the transcience of life and how death is viewed in the from a personal point of observation.As if in old age nature's aparatus functions in a way to help you come to piece with death.The older you are the more frequently you recieve such news and the more you expect them.I was really surprised at my grandmothers calm reaction to the phone call at first.Even though he was old,he was still a close relative.
Her reaction didn't mean she felt no grief.Oh,no.That was just an event she expected,and in her expectance she slowly came to peace with the death of her uncle.Or maybe she just gradually came to peace with natural death with every such call she recieved and every one of the latter kind she expected to recieve.And in the proccess of coming to piece with the unpreventable demise of loved ones,surely one comes to peace with the one fact known about him/her at birth.But is that a better faith I ask you?Dying of old age,or as some people reffer to it-natural death.I am certainly not afraid of death-that would be pointless.But there something woefull about natural demise.At least for me.Death might be promissed to you but certainly one should not end his life jurney in expectance of his own end.And even sadder it is when others manifest this expectance when thinking of you.
I think it matters not when you die in terms of age.Every human beign has a mission-personal or altruistic,worthy or unworthy.And I think this mission,goal,aspiration,obligation or however you label it is what perscribes meaning to ones life.If you have lived your whole life with no meaning,the you just wait for death your whole life.Or more commonly, maybe for some reason this mission has not been achieved until a time when your organism simply wears out,leaving one incapable of doing what he/she believes must be done.I know I have a mission and if I don't acomplish it my old age will be a prolonged agony.And if I do.....well,if I do I will surely find another one,but never will I let myself or others arround me linger in expectance of the inevitable.
PS:My grandmother left shortly after breakfast.

Edit:The same thing happened a week later.The ractions were the same.The situation was remarcably simmiliar.

"You can plan a pretty picnic but you can't predict the weather."
(Outspoken Poet)

"Life is a bitch.Treat her right and you might get rich"

"The problem of our generation is that boys know not how to be men,and in this failed transition a rise was given to a generation of men who know not how to be fathers."
(Outspoken Poet)

"It's not guns that kill people,it's people that kill people.And lately people take lifes just as randomly as they create them."
(Outspoken Poet)

And last but not least a quote by the late Tupac Amaru Shakur.(may his soul find peace)

"It's funny that when it rains and pours,
the government has money for wars, but not to feed the poor."

It has been two and a half years since the release of Mos Def’s True Magic, but the rapper, born Dante Smith, returns to Hip-Hop after his lengthy sabbatical.

The return comes in the form of The Ecstatic, his fourth solo album.At this point, Mos is an acquired flavor of Hip-Hop that one hopes will pierce the trappings of traditional media and commercially tinged outlets.

The Ecstatic is highly representative of the balance so needed in Hip-Hop, but its redeeming value is so much more.

From the first song, “Supermagic,” the authority of Mos Def's distinctive, nasal voice is evident over a feverish guitar riff. He’s got that BK bluster, but offers a unique conscious and educational perspective that seems natural, nearly fluent. From this moment on, there is no doubt that Mos Def is back.

The rest of the album overwhelmingly demonstrates Mos Def’s natural ability to weave tales and project his ideals. One such song is “Wahid,” which is laced with Muslim musical sentiments.Mos spits, “The old timers say we living in the final days/ Gunsmoke, young folk living any kinda way/ Gangster holiday, gritty states’ a hideaway/ Meanwhile soldiers take it straight through their armor plates.”So, even for the fan, Mos will probably make you retrain your Hip-Hop ear, because he’s one of one. His inimitable style is demonstrated on other songs like the boom bap of “Twilite Speedball,” the minimalist “Quiet Dog Bite Hard,” and the thought provoking, “Priority.”

On the latter song, Mos says, “Peace before everything thing/ God before anything/ Love before anything/ Real before everything/ Home before any place/ Truth before anything/ Style and stay radiate/ Love, power slay the hate.” At only a 1:23 song, can you want more?

The Ecstatic clocks in at 16 tracks,though not long are strong and it gets bigger and better as it goes along. “Life In Marvelous Times” elevates. “Auditiorium” with Slick Rick is impressive enough to justify a new album from The Ruler. He knocks it out of the park with “History” with Blackstar partner Talib Kewli.Rumours have it that the due might be working at a second Blackstar album,ten years after the first one.The synchronisation of rhymes and flow that they demonstrate still should be an incentive enough for the both to work on it.

There are some instances where you want more from Mos – more energy, more engagement – as it’s the case with “Pretty Danger.”Besides that there is not much more marked with a minus. More than anything, absorbed listeners will appreciate risks like “Roses” with Georgia Anne Muldrow, which clearly indicate that Mos Def is operating on a plane reserved for passengers like Andre 3000, Lauryn Hill and others.

If you aren’t already a fan of Mos Def, it is unlikely that his gravitational pull on The Ecstatic will yank you into his universe, but if the casual listener does venture out, they will likely stay on this flight into the stars.If you have only heard TV rap than The Ecstatic will slain your virginity for conscious,beatifull hip-hop.Real music via real life by one of the best the game has ever seen.Do you want more?

What I do is what I feel
And what I feel is where I have to go
And where I go is where you are
My love, my fear, my beating heart
My simple answer that I'll never know

When I'm with you,time's standing still.
Your heartbeat can't hide what you feel.
My moon,my sun,my stars,my sin.
My simple dream that I shall never live.

And what I say is what I know
And what I know is what my senses say
And what my senses say is this
My heart will burn until that day.
When my senses will not miss,
your touch, your smile,your gentle kiss.
The only logic that a love can now.

Something has been bothering me lately.Call it an idea,if you wish.It is about humans and their limits.Most people have no idea how restricted we are in our fragile bodies.On the contrary,some humans think that they are the peack of evolution,and epiphany of perfection.Wrong.We are fragile,restricted,so,so limited.
Simple quantum physics aided and supplemented by sub-atomic chemistry has long proven that at a sub-atomic level we are 99% empty space.In the appropriate context you might say that we dont even exist.The works of Nicola Tesla has shown that when you get down to the base elements that comprise an atom,the latter turns out to be a simple set of vibrations.And in a set of experiments described in a 1923 tractate he claimed to have succesfully altered those vibrations and thus altered the whole physical structure and qualities of the atom.And arent we all a complex whole of atoms?Atoms bound together and yet creating a whole with so much empty,wasted space in between,shut in a narrow diapason of possibilities.
Our eyes,the instrument of calibration and perception we trust most delude us at the very first step of processing.The spectrum of collors and visual(light)wave lenghts we have the ability to detect and process is but a mere fraction of the entire spectrum of light and the possible refliections,bends and degrees of absorbtion and reflection it manifests through its unstopable journey through space,time and matter.Our years,the bastion of intellectual interaction,the receptor of thoughts that have taken the form of audiowaves.They(our ears) fool us as well.What we can hear should be positioned in a 20 to 20,000 Hz gap, which on the scale of all possible forms that a soundwave can accept is a mere fraction.Who knows what phenomena we miss out on because of the limits imposed on us by the fragile wrapper we inhabit.Our skin is senseless to anything under certain weight,we lack aids such as the antenas on ants,the echolocators of bats or the sharp sight and reflexes of eagles.
And as if this is not enough we are severely and to the highest degree we are imared by our brain-the core of our power,the master computer astern of our might.At best we use only 12% of our cerebral capacity and this during sleep.Awake we use only 8-10%.Funny isn't it.Unconcious we use more than we do in our concious state.A hint maybe?But non the less those 12% are a clear sign of our low state of evolution and mockingly little to satisfy our claims of sublimity.And it is mybe there that we should commence the quest for improvement.
On a larger scale, we as humans are limited in the confines of an oxygen rich areal and are to momentarily die if we leave this pale blue dot that we serve a sentence at.But exactly here we have shown a spark of our potential,braking those change and locating ourselves on the verge of facile space travel as we speak,though we steel need ecternal aid for those purposes.
Think about the examples listed above.I know,at first, it may seem a bit pointless to embark on such a cerebral journey as it would not quickly leave to any physicaly manifested results, but Hey, the soul needs an orgasm too every once in a while.Don't you agree?

I wish I could teach the world to see.
I wish I could have curage to back my own convictions,
to sentnce your actions and the hate they bring.
I wish I could understand what's the fish to the sea,
whats the wolf to the forest, what's the cost to be free.
Sitting on the stairs observing years worth of photographs,
people I loved and respected yet I didnt tell'em that.
I think of him, ithink of her,
and I come accross the memory of you, yes you!
I remmember you said "I trust you cuz its you"
well I dont trust you exactly beacuse its you!
Still I wish that you find your promissed land,
set a course for avalon and hope that many others tag along.
I dream of so many things, that to most sound absurd.
I wish the words written by my hand could change the world.
So I seek power,to be added to my verbs.
How can I get answers, when my questions aren't anyones concerns.
So tell me,
can a door exist withouth a wall?
Is it still a nightmare if there aint noone at all?
Can we rise up before we take our finall fall?
I wish that souls wouldnt sell so low.
I wish that words could heal us all.
Make us realise the lies and open up our eyes.
I wish the news be a pleasant surprise,
when I tune in to BBC.
So tell me,
How many lives does it take to make you see?
But yes, I Believe and I envy that state.
But no matter what, the soul shouldn't lay at rest.
So may your struggle make you great.
Never let it make you hate.
Know I wont stop till we free from them gates.

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I want to ask a question today.
What happened to the Soul?Did it go somwhere?Was it just a trend that dissapears and reapeaers in cycles?
I'm talking about that deep down inside Soul.You know.The one that makes you act right,talk and walk right,treat everyone else right.The Soul that seperates us from the animals, beacuse when you get down to it without the Soul we are but mere animals acting slightly more complicated.Where did the Sould that all the ancient civilisations placed in the centre of religions and believes go? Where is the Soul that budhists place in the centre of the personal cosmos?
Where is it now?I cant really tell you but I do know why it is not in the centre of our worldview anymore.And how can it be the centre of a materialistic and consumer driven society?You cant touch the soul,you cant see it so it has no place in between the "goals and ideals" of buy,consume and acquire.
But you CAN feel it, I feel it, and my soul cries bitter tears.So did people just stop feeling.Perhaps, perhaps not.For the soul is one for better direction,for improvement.I say people still feel, but they feel all the wrong feelings.Somehow in the twist of faith that came to be the 21st century to me it feels as if the thing we love the most is to hate and we hate to love.To reach ones hand out for help nowadays is at best someting to be done anonymus.Funny creatures you humans are.The foremost principle I lead my life and behaviour upon is "do not to others what you want them to not do to you" and "act not towards others in a way that you would not want them to act towards you" and yet through out most of y time on this pale blue dot we inhabit some of the people towards which I am most benevolent and kindhearted have dissapointed me bitterly.So why can my soul frive me towards a better existence, towards an attitude that I think is respectfull,right and would make people happy and yet I do not deserve the same?
Believe me, this question has revolved in my mind for quite a while and the only answer that I find is simply that the Soul in people is slowly fading away.In some has never been developed, suffacated in early childhood and forced to bend before new found idols and their believes of right and wrong.
With most of the people the Soul is covered with filth and disease, slowly suffacating with every shallow act we take, with every shopping spree we undertake, with everyone in need we pass by.I do believe that every human being starts out pure and bares a clean Soul.One that can make him a wordy inhabitant of this planet that is now crying its last tears and manifesting the last opportunities it give us for redemption.And the Soul is the tool to save our planet, to save ourselves from living in a world marked by hate and fake idols.
We have reached the pinacle of so many areas and we have peaked our physical abilites.I believe it is time for the next step in evolution.And is it not a turn towards the spiritual, the evolution of the soul.Exactly that is the next step in evolution, and it is sad to say that for the past 20 years what we are experienceing is but the opposite.Devolution - mindless acts leading to mindles lives, with no purpose other rhan to consume and act selfishly in the desperate pursuite of a delusional happyness we all seek so badly.Would you not be happy to know that you brought that smile upon the face of your mother, that you helped your neighbour feel better about himself, that you opened the eyes of someone?For this however a Soul is needed, as it will insite you to act benevolently and without predjudice and alterior motives.
But the Soul is now slowly fading away as we steadily march on our selfdistructive path.You can be the one to start the spark that will butn down the forest of hate.You can spread happyness.Are we really so blind as to not realise that the only way to move forward and advance is to act together as one?Are we so stupid as to not see that together we can utilise natures recources and still save it,that only together we can put an end to poverty and inequality?Or have we no Soul?
And if my words are not an incentive enough for you to atleast take 10 minutes for your daily grind and try to reach down to your soul, take into consideration the words sang by a great man not so long ago.A pure soul that did more than many others to better this world.A man who is now no more.

"There's A Place In
Your Heart
And I Know That It Is Love
And This Place Could
Be Much
Brighter Than Tomorrow
And If You Really Try
You'll Find There's No Need
To Cry
In This Place You'll Feel
There's No Hurt Or Sorrow"

Let us heal the world TOGETHER.