Stupid is everywhere

Yup, we run into it every day. Sometimes, it even runs into you.

Some cosmic monkey somewhere sitting on a stump, hand stuck in a bucket of poo, fan on full.... well, you get the idea.

Montana, I have to say, those audio files you passed along were very funny. Sad to say, though, the title is right: "You can't fix stupid" - and can't we attest to that?

Take, for example, the vacuous little harpy who recently decided to email a relatively venomous, decidedly foul load of BS over a mention in the blog she feels was "talkin sh*t" - when it was congratulatory in nature. Since the little shrew wasn't present for the original conversation I referenced, and the nameless lame-oid who was a part of the conversation can't remember (or chooses to not remember, or even prefers the drama of catering to the demented ravings of princess poo), I pointed out in my retort to the little idiot that she doesn't know me, that her lack of decent common conversational skills was going to have to improve or I wasn't going to continue going 'round and 'round with her...because basically, arguing with stupid isn't just a waste of time, it's just more stupid, and I wasn't going to provide her any amusement.

Well, the stupid became deeper, and because the original email address was spammed, the twit then decided to email using her name!

See?! You can't fix stupid. Sometimes you can't even duck low enough to avoid it.

Long story short - I pulled everything out of the blog (including photos from class), just so that form of stupid is completely gone. Expunged. Forgotten. Happily MIA. Thrown out like the old garbage that it is. It also felt good to take away any sort of self-worth or popularity and sense of 'look, I found something about me in someone else's words'. You don't exist....poof! Let's hope that tag team of ignorance and obscenity doesn't procreate any further, or Forrest Gump is going to look like Einstein.

Opting to pull or erase items was not a fear factor thing, because there was nothing slanderous, and anybody with half a brain would know that from reading it.

More to the point, the fact that certain sorry people keep reading the blog to find themselves, to prove a worth or value for taking up space on the planet is sort of amusing.

Now leaving Stupidville. Wave to the poor little occupants as we drive out of town.