Posts Tagged ‘intelligence’

So, it’s been a while since I wrote anything useful. I’ve had just about 500 years of history up my skinny white a$$, so excuse me for minding my books and not my blog.

If you don’t already know what a book is, then these (above) are books. They are like the internet, just made out of paper. Try and read one once in a while. Retard.

Medieval burial customs and younger germanic iron age in Denmark. Yeah, that’s juicy stuff, I tell ya!

Anywho, I met this guy in the train the other day, and he was clearly a geniune fucktard.

And how do I know that he really was a fucktard? Well, first of all, fucktards all have one thing in common.

They are sorry ass nazis who think that the best thing in the world is not having a job and/or an education, because then they can spend all their sorry ass sparetime chillin’ on their white trash couches in their dirty wifebeaters drinkin’ canned beer in their trailers.

Kinda what this dude:

… Probably does right now

Anyway, this sucker asked me why I was reading the book (that I was currently reading at that time) – if you sir indeed are a sorry ass fucktard then this:

Is a fine example of one.

So I told him, that I was reading this book because I am currenly studying archaeology – to which he replied something in the lines of “Duuuuuude… What the fuck? Why do you waste your time with boring books and shit??”

to which I replied: “Because I can see the clear benefit of actually having an education, with which I can get a decent job and thus earn an honest salary, with which I can feed my family and buy a car and other nice shit, and I’m sad to see that you don’t want to follow my example and be of use to the society of which you and I are part”

Then he dropped the

With his reply: “I don’t care. It is stupid”

My mind’s reply to that unbelieeably stupid comment was something in the lines of

So I got up from my seat, said thanks for the conversation and got off my train two stations early.

Damn.

So, kids. My advise for you is this:

Stay in fucking school. Don’t do drugs. Get a proper education. Get into a good university and make something of yourself, so you and your family have something to be proud of. Contribute to society whether you want to be a teacher or a space astronaut. Make something useful of yourself, and don’t be a fucktard. Remember how a fucktard looks like?

Like this

Or this

Or these duds.

And if you don’t? Well, then you’ll got to fucking Hell:

If you don’t believe in stuff like that, I’ll just bring my big ass brass knuckles and beat you up a little

Till you look like this:

And I’ll be back once a month.

Deal?
🙂

The good ol’ Jehova’s Witnesses just paid me a visit! Actually it’s the first time I’d even seen an actual Jehova, and I almost felt bad for not letting them in for a talk.

A witness of Jehova

And I must say, they didn’t look like I imagined

But god damn, they knew how to talk! I even tried the good ol’ “I’m an atheist – I don’t believe in your crap”, I even told them that I weren’t a member of the church, but they still tried to talk me out of my heresy, and some how (believe I don’t know how) I ended up with one of their magazines.

But boy, they are clever! They started asking me about science and intelligent design, and asked me how I could not believe that some greater being created the world and universe and all that other stuff, and I answered that I believed in mathematics, numbers, figures and hypotheses, and all of a sudden I had a magazine dealing with the “weird math” in nature, fibonacci sequences

And the magazine even had two or three articles written by hardcore scientists (a theoretical physicist and a biochemist) who in addition to being professors at universities where in fact Jehovas.

I think I’ll read the magazine. It’ll be good for a few laughs and then I could torch it.

11/03-2010

I consider myself a rational and intelligent person. I do stupid stuff, I’m 19 for God’s sake, but there must be limits for just how stupid it is possible to be. Right now, I’m sitting in a train, heading home from Copenhagen and suddenly this urge comes over me. I have to use the lavatory! yeah I admit it, sometimes I need to take a leak somewhere public, which is cool and a totally natural thing to do (screw you haters). What’s not cool, natural or even intelligent is the person who obviously took a leak before me and chose to ignore all the pretty signs in the relatively room saying stuff like: “please sir, do not stand up while you’re pissing – thanks” because basically it’s dangerous, not to say just plain retarded. One could trip when the train hits a bump, or even worse: 87 % (lawyered!) of all men do not possess the appropriate aim in order to stand up, inside a moving vehicle, and hit the toilet – 100 % of these hit everything else: walls, floor, seat, hell even the window.

Just who can manage to be this unbelievably stupid and ignore, not only the pretty little signs but common sense? What are they thinking? Something in the lines of “Oh hell no, I ain’t gonna sit down like sum’ dumb woman-bitch! Imma stand up like the man I am! Screw the next person who has to take a goddamn shit after me, imma piss all over this son’ bitch!”

Was that close?

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But I really need to sleep. I feel like watching some old surrealist/avantgarde movie or analyse a painting, but the truth is, that it is now 23:59 or 11:59 pm, and I started watching the first season of Lost yesterday (and me being a sucker for that kind of stuff… House, M.D., How I met your Mother, Scrubs, NCIS, Futurama, Family guy, Bones – tv shows in general, I really, really need to watch at least two episodes before I got to bed… I know, it’s bad…) so I really don’t have the time to spend two hours watching, thinking and writing about art right now, even though it would be awesome to put on some jazz and just be intellectual again for once. It was much easier back in high school when I had to do that kind of thing, but without a deadline from a teacher and knowing that not writing the 5 page essay about Un Chien Andalou would have consequences, I’m just not that motivated…