STUPID AND PROUD OF IT

STUPID AND PROUD OF IT

 

Some people are stupid.  Some people are uneducated.  There is nothing wrong with being stupid.  If you are born stupid what can you do?  Some stupid people know there limitations, work there butts off and are quite successful.

There is nothing wrong with being uneducated.  Many people are not lucky enough to acquire a good education.  Many uneducated people know their limitations, work their butts off and are quite successful.

Some people are not stupid, have an opportunity for a quality education and yet choose to be stupid and uneducated.  These people are proud of being stupid.  They revel in their poor education.  If they have a choice of using correct English or uneducated gutter English, they make a conscious effort to use gutter English.  They will even loudly proclaim their stupidity.  

If asked a simple question like “Who is the Vice President of the United States?” They laugh and respond without embarrassment “Ah, I don’t know any of dat shit!”

Ask, “What is the square root of 16?” and you get the response, “Ah, I never paid no attention to math and shit.”

Enquire, “Do you know what country borders the United States to the north?” and the answer is, “I don’t know; if I ever have to go there then I’ll probably know.”

 Probably know?  Really?

If given the choice of saying “I fell down,” or “I had fallen down,” why not just say “I had fell down”?

Why would you ask, “Why did you go there,” when you can ask, “Why you go dere?”

It is OK to be stupid. It happens.

It is understandable if you were never afforded the opportunity to receive a quality education.  Many are not that fortunate. 

It is not ok to choose to be dumb as a stump or talk like an idiot, and be proud of it.

At leastest that be me opinion.  

F*** TRAINING WHEELS!!

 

F*** TRAINING WHEELS!!

 

Do we molly-coddle our children?  Do we force them to learn with crutches when they should just dive-in?  It is natural to hover over our children.  They go in water with floatation devices on their arms before they learn to swim.  They work their way up from a tricycle to a bicycle with training wheels before they learn to ride a two-wheeler.  In our desire to teach our children to do things incrementally, are we actually retarding their development?

How do they know if they can swim if they don’t lose the “swimmies?”  Training wheels never trained a child to ride a two-wheeler.

Our children are capable of doing far more than we give them credit.  Sometimes we have to hold our breath and just let them go.

 

 

Grandson Cole age Four years and Three days

(Background toddler noise is Connor, not ready to ride yet.) 

 

Cole got a new bike for his 4^th birthday.  He wanted to try riding without the training wheels. One push and he was good to go.

F*** Training Wheels!





I AM WORRIED ABOUT FROG

I AM WORRIED ABOUT FROG

Frog - Will Pipe For Food!

 

Some of my readers may not know who Frog is.  Frog is my oldest friend (after ‘Asshead Widmer’) going back to High School.  We went to college together and somehow through the years have managed to stay in touch and get together several times a year.

Frog is a Wilfred Brimley look alike.  He is a big time hunter, fly-fishing outdoorsman.  He is a big time history buff who is a part time college professor.  True to his Scotch-Dutch heritage Frog has deep pockets and very short arms.  Frog played a mean five strung banjo before he shaved off part of his fret fingers on a table saw.  Frog quit his onetime hobby of furniture making and sold his table saw.  Frog threw away the banjo and took up playing the bagpipes.  If you visit Frog, try not to bring up anything to do with music in general and bagpipes in particular.  He has bagpipes and he is not afraid to use them.

Frog, like many older members of the baby boomer generation hates technology.  He only grudgingly uses a computer.  He never answers his cell phone, it is generally powered down. 

“I only have it for emergencies!”

Several years ago, Frog asked me to buy an assortment of wine and booze to deliver as a Christmas present to a lawyer friend of his who did him a major favor.  This lawyer lives one town over from me.  I suggested that Frog go on line and join a wine of the month club for his friend.  With that gift, his friend would get his thanks every month (and I would be spared the inconvenience of shopping and delivering for him.)  Frog’s response, “I’m not contributing to some gimmicky on-line millionaire!” 

Frog hates technology. 

Frog doesn’t open his email more than once a week. 

Frog hates technology.

Last week I received a photo from Alabama.  It was Frog at an Alabama (his post grad alma mater) football game.  The picture came from FROG!  He texted a photo to me!  He then texted several more photos from this game.

I am worried about Frog.    

Today I sent an email to Frog.  He responded in less than a minute. 

I am worried about Frog. 

I called to ask if he was feeling OK. 

“Yes, why?”

“Well you texted a photo to me last week, and now you responded to an email within one minute.”

“Yeah, Alexander (son-of-frog) showed me how to text pictures.  Pretty cool right? And I just happened to be on the computer when you sent me that email.”

“Oh…Ok…”

I am worried about Frog.