The Teacher Said It Was a Fact!
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Education is no longer what it was in the days of Socrates, a dialogue among equals, a question and explanation forum, a search for understanding. Today, the teacher dictates and the student memorizes for the impending test. Today, we learn by rote.
It's not surprising, then, that the entire Mathematical Establishment, the folks who have usurped the title of 'scientists' and 'physicist' and control both what gets published and the strings of the purse, no longer searches for explanations of natural phenomena. Not one mathematician out there can answer simple questions:
a. What is light?
b. How does a magnet physically attract and repel another one?
c. What does an atom look like?
d. Why does this pen fall to the floor and not to the ceiling?
The mathematician answers that 'we' don't know everything and probably never will. He has just won the audience to his side. Everyone in the crowd buys the snake oil, gawks and nods. "That's the correct answer," everyone thinks to themselves! "God works in mysterious ways. We are so puny, so insignificant, and our universe is so big, so complex... Our minds are to God's or to the ETs what a snail's intelligence is to ours." Yep! That was the politically correct thing to say.
Yet, try to publish an alternative theory to General Relativity, Quantum Mechanics, or the other poppycock invented by the Mathematical Establishment -- String Theory -- and you simply will NOT get published. "We have already proven this... and we know that isn't true." Suddenly, the ignorance of the usurpers of 'science' morphs into infinite knowledge. Suddenly, they know everything. And as proof, the ignoramus puts the example of all the technology we have around us.
But to add insult to injury, the mathematicians have created a circus atmosphere to protect their 'theories' and to isolate and belittle the skeptic. The Math Klub has not only created derogatory terms such as 'crank' and 'crackpot', but blacklists under such categories those who are not stupid enough to believe in black holes, warped space, Big Bang, particles of mass or gravitational waves.
The name of the game today is winning a Nobel... which only means that the mathematicians have banded together and given one of their own a beauty contest prize. That's what 'science' has become. A beauty pageant. With the tears of joy running down the cheeks and all. It has come down to: prestige, money, influence. Science has become just another racket! Yet all the Nobels since 1900 put together cannot answer any of the four simple questions above!
The student goes to the classroom to be trained to become a parrot. As long as he can say it like the teacher, no harm will come to him. His buddies will not laugh at him. His parents will be proud of his grades. His career is not in jeopardy. But woe to him who has an independent mind and smells a rotten fish in what he finds in the books. He discovers really quickly the invisible Math Klub and its power over him.
But where did the teacher get her information?
She got it from gawking and drooling just like everyone else. She got it not from peer review, but from peer pressure. She got it from asking the Nobel for his autograph. She learned to recite from authority. The prayer that all teachers say at night before going to bed these days is, "Forgive me, Lord, for I have questioned!" Never does a student today question the absolute poppycock that is fed by the Mathematical Establishment. And sure enough, students become teachers.
We are no longer in the scientific arena or have been for at least a century. We owe this deplorable state of affairs to the likes of mathematicians such as Rutherford, Einstein, Bohr, Heisenberg, Born, Dirac, Penrose, and Hawking. These demented individuals are responsible not only for the ridiculous explanations offered by the religion of Mathematical 'phyz' today, but for the smothering censorship practiced daily in the journals.
The song is one of the first in a series to ridicule the Mathematical Establishment, the series known as Relativity Blues (Volume I). It is dedicated to Einstein's Idiots.
The Teacher said it was a Fact
Words: B. Gaede
Music: N. di Bari
The teacher said it was a fact
Light is both: running and a track
Though one’s a verb, the other subject
You should accept it and retract
If I question her she’ll have my ass
You just have to study some more Math
Light curves around the Sun’s equator
It’s been confirmed by photograph
So what should I do now?
Should I knuckle under
Should I challenge the mainstream
Or go and have a beer with all the nerds and laugh at queers who question peers?
The teacher said it was a fact
Light is both sine wave and a pack’t
You are a fool to question ‘science’
It’s your career that’s on the rack
If I question her she’ll have my ass
Space is warped like a derby hat
You should repeat it like a parrot
Until it sinks inside your sack
So what should I do now?
Should I knuckle under
Should I challenge the mainstream
Or go and have a beer with all the nerds and laugh at queers who question peers?
The teacher said it was a fact
It’s been confirmed inside the lab
You should not challenge what’s been proven
You should accept it and retract
So what should I do now?
Should I knuckle under
Should I challenge the mainstream
Or go and have a beer with all the nerds and laugh at queers who question peers?
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