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Friday, December 23, 2005

Bah. Humbug.

I'm finally finished this last week of not-work. It's surprisingly frustrating coming in to work and doing nothing except trying to work out when the most politick time would be to go home.

It's a time that lends itself to introspection - and DVDs. I'll leave the DVD bit out. They were movies. I watched them. I was paid to watch them. What more do you need to know? But the introspection lead to me a rather surprising revalation:

I hate stupid people. Or rather, I hate a specific kind of stupid person.

You know the type - the person who, upon running into a concept that they don't understand (lets say "reading can be fun" or even "Newton III") they assume that it must be wrong. Now, questioning things that don't make sense is a noble quality...unless you're an idiot, and nothing makes sense to you.

The second, and more core, reason that I hate stupid people is this: Ignorance is bliss.

Fuck them for that. I hate the fact that a blithely unaware, unthinking ignoramus's total lack of thought lets them avoid the curses of imagination, selfanalysis and cynical idealism. By not being able to see a larger picture they are getting by easily.

That would, in the end, be okay. Except it synergises nastily with my last point. The world is designed for stupid people.

No, really. Bureaucracies are staffed by idiots with the sole purpose of making sure that idiots are not threatened by the clever. The entire service industry exists due to service those who can't sort themselves out. Hell, primary/secondary education is designed to make people dumb (both stupid and mute). It trains young people to not form their own opinions.

Bah. Bitterness strikes.