Your teacher used to learn in school
How a cow flies over the moon
You teacher used to learn in school
How a dish run away with a spoon, so

You can't blame the youth
You can't fool the youth
You can't blame the youth of today

You teacher used teach about Christopher Columbus
And you said he was a very great man
You used to teach about Marco Polo
And you said he was a very great man, so

You can't blame the youth
You can't fool the youth
You can't blame the youth, not at all

When every Christmas comes around
You buy the youth a fancy toy
When every Christmas comes around
You buy the youth a fancy toy, so

You can't blame the youth
You can't fool the youth
You can't blame the youth, not at all

you teacher used teach about Pirate Hawkins
you teacher used teach about Pirate Morgan
And you said he was a very great man
you teacher used teach about Christopher Columbus
And you said he was a very great man
you teacher used teach about Marco Polo, so

You can't blame the youth
You can't fool the youth
You can't blame the youth of today

Casualties of war; as I approach the barricade
Where's the enemy? Who do I invade?
Bullets of Teflon, bulletproof vest rip
Tear ya outta ya frame with a bag full of clips
Cause I got a family that waits for my return
To get back home is my main concern
I'ma get back to New York in one piece
but I'm bent in the sand that is hot as the city streets
Sky lights up like fireworks blind me
Bullets, whistlin over my head remind me...
President Bush said attack
Flashback to Nam, I might not make it back
Missile hits the area, screams wake me up
from a war of dreams, heat up the M-16
Basic training, trained for torture
Take no prisoners, and I just caught ya
Addicted to murder, send more bodybags
They can't identify em, leave the nametags
I get a rush when I see blood, dead bodies on the floor

Day divides the night and night divides the day
It's all hard work and no play
More than combat, it's far beyond that
Cause I got a kill or be killed kind of attack
Area's mapped out, there'll be no, Stratego
Me and my platoon make a boom wherever we go
But what are we here for? Who's on the other side of the wall?
Somebody give the President a call
But I hear warfare scream through the air
Back to the battlegrounds, it's war they declare
A Desert Storm: let's see who reigns supreme
Something like Monopoly: a government scheme
Go to the Army, be all you can be
Another dead soldier? Hell no, not me
So I start letting off ammunition in every direction
Allah is my only protection

But wait a minute, Saddam Hussein prays the same
and this is Asia, from where I came
I'm on the wrong side, so change the target
Shooting at the general; and where's the sergeant?
Blame it on John Hardy Hawkins for bringing me to America
Now it's mass hysteria
I get a rush when I see blood, dead bodies on the floor

The war is over, for now at least
Just because they lost it don't mean it's peace
It's a long way home, it's a lot to think about
Whole generation, left in doubt
Innocent families killed in the midst
It'll be more dead people after this
So I'm glad to be alive and walkin
Half of my platoon came home in coffins
Except the general, buried in the Storm
in bits and pieces no need to look for em
I played it slick and got away with it
Rigged it up so they would think they did it
Now I'm home on reserves and you can bet
when THEY call, I'm going AWOL
Cause it ain't no way I'm going back to war
when I don't know who or what I'm fighting for
So I wait for terrorists to attack
Every time a truck backfires I fire back
I look for shelter when a plane is over me
Remember Pearl Harbor? New York could be over, G
Kamikaze, strapped with bombs
No peace in the East, they want revenge for Saddam
Did I hear gunshots, or thunder?
No time to wonder, somebody's going under
Put on my fatigues and my camoflouge
Take control, cause I'm in charge
When I snapped out of it, it was blood, dead bodies on the floor

I don't devalue art at all i think people overvalue individual peaces of art, just because something is popular dose not make it "better art" , and as i sead all his works are not deleted so we haven't lost the art he has made. MJs art was like porn just enjoyable the messages not particularly deep or thought provoking not that thats a bad thing but its not like he poineard the message of his songs ect. he put together some nice tunes and did some good dancing that resonated with a majority of people. Yes he was a significant musicon and had a huge influence on pop music but i don't see that as a reason to be sad over him not existing Anny more.

everything is about proportionality peoples reactions are not proportional and that is a serous problem.

tell me specifically what people who don't know MJ personally have lost ? most his recent music was average not bad but most MJ experts would agree its not evan close to his older music,

i guess we lose watching retards scream and chase after him whenever he walks around and maby he would have produced a couple more really good songs and done maby 1 or 2 tours who knows , but its not a huge lose to any one other than his close family.

This whole midea hyp over his death is just a way to make mony from fame its totally separate to his art achievements and message, media is about making mony and well MJ and famous people that are talented + random are easy to make money out of.

as i say lets just play his music enjoy it and not be retards let his family and people who know him get on with stuff do what they have to do to get over there personal loss,

I'm relay into computer games and some people have really pushed games as an art form forwards dosent mean im going to get all emotional when they die ill just be like oh that's a shame that they wont do any more or that they wont continue to push the art in a direction some people might have liked. in the end things will progress and other artisits will come along and do things that's equally as enjoyable but in different ways.

say Steven Hawkins dies and i would argue he is and has been far more important to society than MJ then i would not be particualy sad , it be the same fealing of oh that's a shame that he will no longer be advancing humanity in his way , but i would also know that there are thousands of scientists that are doing other work that is just as relivent but not as easy to pin on a singular person.

Sittin here reminiscin back to high school
When everytime I see you, girl, you know that I drool
Day-dreamin in class thinkin what would I say
When I saw you, but you never looked my way
It started freshman year and lasted straight to the 12th grade
I have to give it to you, though, you was top-shelf, babe
I asked myself time and time again: what was it
About me that made me treat me like a buzzard
I speak to you in the hall and you ignore me
You keep walkin and talkin like you never saw me
You didn't have to conversate with me, I can say that
It woulda made my day if you just had waved back
I used to buy you candy, lollypops and gum drops
I even pack a extra-sandwich in my lunch box
You're treatin me like dirt and everyone in the school knows
You call me out my name and crack jokes on my school clothes
If anyone could make you feel good, girl, I could
But you give me that look like you don't wanna be bothered
But that's okay, just keep on frontin, see
Cause one day I'ma make it, and you'll be wantin me
Been tryin hard ever since I graduated
To make it big, and yes, I finally made it
Been doin shows, videos and tv
Now everywhere you go everybody knows me
Now the tables have turned and now it's me you're hawkin
Now I turn up my nose, and keep on walkin
You see, ladies marvel me in clubs frequently
And you make it your duty to come and speak to me
Rememberin how she played me in the past
Yeah, we can talk, I'm in a rush, please make it fast
And we can start off with all the men you been with
And don't come poppin that just-a-friend bit
Remember how you used to diss me and play me out, how
Come you got so much stuff to talk about now?
The word's around town that you're on the money tip
But sorry, I can't do nothin for ya, honey dip
So pardon me as I make my way to the dancefloor
And over to the bar because that's what I came for
Cuties pamperin me with champagne and roses
As I think to myself: thank God for showbiz!
Everywhere I turn girlies throwin me rhythm
Drinkin and thinkin who will be my victim
Here comes that girl that used to diss me
She whispers in my ear could she come home with me
Yup, get your coat and we could shoot north
Took her to the crib, and cold knocked her boots off
After i got it, yo, I never did call back
Thinkin how she used to front like she was all that
It's a new game, and the odds are in my favor
She caught the vapors and nothin could save her

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>> ^JiggaJonson:
He seems like kind of a douche bag. On the one had he states he doesnt believe he's better than anyone else, on the other he describes Darwin's IQ as "down there in the toilet at 135."
Then he goes on (in the second and third parts of the series) to describe how to create an "elite race" by not letting un-intelligent people breed. That kind of social-darwinism is just flat out wrong.
ALSO since when is cranium circumferance the measure of intelligence???


Cranium size: He never says that it is a "measure" of intelligence, he says there is a correlation. Hawkins said the same thing, noting that human intelligence has been evolutionarily limited by the maximum head size that can fit through the birth canal. Large heads don't make people smart, but they do allow for larger brains and the possibility of higher intelligence.

Elite Race: unfortunately youtube won't let me load the 3rd part, so I can only comment on the part I've seen and what you said about it. What he wants to happen will happen, but for completely different reasons and through completely different methods.

Nanotech will soon (be it 20 years or 50) let us increase the mental capacity of any given person. We can already change a living person's dna, and that will only get easier. There will be no reason to selectively breed people since we will have direct control over dna (plus, people would never accept forced sterilization). I like the quote from Ray Kurzweil: "we will not only have designer babies, but designer baby-boomers".

Take your pick on who to believe as far as when that will happen, but chances are it will be within your lifetime.

The problem with those whom say climate change is not taking place (besides the normal time frame and scale), simply choose to remain ignorant. They dont want to look at the hard evidence, as it would contradict their previous notions. I've looked at only a small chunk of the huge data out there. There is something to be said ot it. I wont tell you to believe me. Go look it up yourself.

Journalism is the same thing. Anyone with a high school diploma can write a few paragraphs. Anyone with a 6th grader education, can talk 'acceptably' enough for TV. Good journalism means to study the subject matter, and then filter out the bias and propaganda.

Both of these disciplines, assume, you do not take everything that is given to you, or metaphorically 'spoon feed' you. Get off your butt, and go study your subject.

You want to be a good scientists, go study Stephen Hawkins. You want to be a good Journalist, go study Anderson Cooper. You want to remain ignorant, go study Sarah Palin.

Hey sport, here's a thought from the old school crew
A serious situation we all go through
It deals with your feelins, so hear what I say
It's like a day when nothing seems to go your way
Bust this, two people, they really like each other
He says their's no one else
And she claims there is no other
The feelins the same, and you receive a notion
To reveal your inner thoughts and deeply hidden emotions

Precious times, hopin they won't end
Tell your mother bout your lover
also your best friend
Ya mighty proud while your holdin their hand
Boys, yea that's my woman, and girls, yeah that's my man
This person brings a certain warmth to your heart
And everything seems so great at the start
For she loves him, and he also loves her
And it's hard to turn back to who the person you were
But later on, problems start to occur
And the bond, which combines, y'all turns into a blur
For the feelins were the same, now here's the score
You love them to much, and they don't love you anymore
Is your attitude a number
Or because your not bein true
Or maybe they're just plain sick of seein you
Word, now it might seem strange
You better take hints quick, and make the right change

See just when you swore the ball was rollin
They're gone and part of your hearts been stolen
get back on your feet with a hop and a skip
but no you'd rather go with this dead relationship
hangin around and buyin them stuff
you see them every darn day yet don't see them enoug
you follow them around and they claim your hawkin
when conversation comes you do all the talkin
not to mention attention, we all need a bit
beind your back their say yea he's all up in my
they're gtin sick of you and quite annonyed
and if you had plans for the future they're now destroyed
you saw what was happenin and you still let it
and if you ever let him make love to you girls you can forget it
sweetheart you been caught
an it'll spread around town faster then you thought
then breakup time an you receve the word
yo this is from the heart and I know that part hurts
get over it from now on don't take short slick
if its not true love you shouldn't deal with it
just think of your future and what is to come
and pay attention to the words in this song
they go

Im sorry but not many of the arguments made by Turek are convincing. Ive only watched 24 minutes so far, but he seems to make a lot of logical jumps. We are moral, therefor there must be a moral giver... and that must be God. No, that does not have to be the only explination, it doesnt have to be God. There are evolutionary point in being moral, watch Professor Hawkins Tit-for-tat to get a glimmer of the beginning to an argument against being immoral. I dont buy Tureks argument just because he says they are true, he better have evidence to back them up more than arguments that sound plausible or believable...

JD's analogous explanation is perfect....L-ron's boots were made for hawkin'!

the music video - http://www.videosift.com/video/Screaming-Lord-Sutch-Jack-the-Ripper-vintage-music-video

the inspiration, screamin' jay hawkins -
http://www.videosift.com/video/Screamin-Jay-Hawkins-I-Put-A-Spell-On-You
http://www.videosift.com/video/Screamin-Jay-Hawkins-wSerge-Gainsbourg-Constipation-Blues
http://www.videosift.com/video/Screamin-Jay-Hawkins-Old-Man-River

She may be one of the most cited but Hawkins is still the hottest!

the list from youtube...

Leonardo Da Vinci,
Raphael,
Titian,
Botticelli,
Boltraffio,
Albrecht Durer,
Lucas Cranach the Elder,
Messina, Perugino,
Hans Memling,
El Greco,
Hans Holbein,
Rokotov,
Peter Paul Rubens,
Gobert,
Caspar Netscher,
Pierre Mignard,
Jean-Marc Nattier,
Vigee-Le Brun,
Sir Joshua Reynolds,
Winterhalter,
Tyranov,
Borovikovsky,
Venetsianov,
Gros,
Kiprensky,
Amalie,
Corot,
Edouard Manet,
Flatour,
Ingres,
Wontner,
Bouguereau,
Comerre,
Leighton,
Blaas,
Renoir,
Millias,
Duveneck,
Cassatt,
Weir,
Zorn,
Mucha,
Paul Gaugan,
Henri Matisse,
Picabia,
Gustav Klimt,
Hawkins,
Magritte,
Salvador Dali,
Malevich,
Merrild,
Modigliani,
Pablo Picasso

Seriously, screw this moron hawkin' a known dynamic, what the hell is the first order of business with relation to carring out a coop? Take over the media, gov. offices, with a leg up from university prep work.....or else, what ever they tell you is true is true.....

have all of four college profs for friends, and must say that we still are, but the university tends to sully the once supple mind of the well-intending......

i.e., not all word is god from prof assholes, this is not an indictment of all

Will you read the book, or just talk shit about the guy they chose to sell it???

.....

Can't stand Pat Roblinson, a dottering git, too inflamatory...kinda like, "Pat Robertson Hates All Knowledge"....same ilk, separate spectrums......