Disco NT
Disco NT
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Ranting at the WorldBugger fuck, fuck, fuck, bugger etc..... And so the story goes. Frustration at the uncontrollable world around us. An uncaring, heartless cold universe awaits our every faltering move. Ready at every opportunity to kick the shit out of us at the drop of a hat. Or is it really like that? Perhaps we just see it that way? Perspective starts to take control. Maybe the truth is that the majority of us are just daubed with the curse of moderate intelligence which would make us feel this way. Depressed. What is "The Curse of Moderate Intelligence"? It is a true curse, dropped upon us by fate, genetic material and circumstance but once you have it, you have it for life! It works like this...... Consider the three possible cases, 1) The Dumb-Fuck, 2) The Cleaver-Bastard, 3) The rest of us. Case Number 1 ) The Dumb-Fuck. Possible the luckiest body of people on the planet. Too thick and stupid to realise how thick and stupid they are. Blissfully unaware of their limitations they often do very well in life and are always unrealistically happy. Many rise, without effort, to positions of high office. Case Number 2) The Cleaver-Bastard. This is really a rather unfair classifications brought about by envy. There is really no evidence to suggest that they are of unwedded parenthood or are mean and/or nasty at all. They are just so damn cleaver that they can really appreciate how cleaver they really are. Damn, damn and damn and blast them all. Case Number 3) The Rest of us. Oh dear, here it is, the curse of moderate intelligence. Too intelligent to be thick and too dumb to be really cleaver. Just given enough brain power to know, to really know, just precisely where our mental limitations are. To be able to see the horizon and know that's where it is. Bugger fuck, fuck, fuck, bugger etc..... |
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