This is a song Jerry Lee Lewis wrote before he killed one of his wives.

You know what's a horrible town? Whitesboro. The whole fucking town could drift into the sea and no blip on the cultural landscape would occur. A town full of monkeys, named for the fact that it was going to be the safe haven for whites; a literal hole for white people. Saunter down main street, spy the Dollar General, the townspeople, and see why eugenics fails. If there were still Old Testament justice, we would flee, leaving the one who turned back for a giggle as a pillar of salt.

But that's not what this is about.

One of my pet peeves is the discouragement of knowledge. That sounds too broad, so let me give you an example involving chicken vaginas. All examples should involve chicken vaginas.

I don't remember how it came up in conversation, but the genitals possessed by chickens was brought up as a topic. When I came forth with the fact that female chickens have cloacae, one of my coworkers queried as to why I would know that.

Why is it so wrong for a man to know what kind of genitals a female chicken has?

Another example: When I asked someone I work with "what they thought I was," I was termed as "not a Christian." When I asked why, she said it was because I seemed like one of those "college kids still seeking answers." The undertone was that once she'd settled on the Bible, there wasn't a need for any other books, no need to consult other modes of thought. Here, in one sentence, is the epitome of the smallest form of spirituality, the cancer on American Christianity, the thing that is killing it.

When did having broad knowledge become a bad thing, a thing to be scorned? What the fuck purpose does this serve? Biologically, why should we trend towards encouraging stupidity? Is this societal? Does this ultimately spell the downfall of our culture, the swallowing up by stupidity, leaving us in the dark, because "why would you want to know how the magic lights work?"

Seriously, fuck Whitesboro.