Smart Cookie
Dear Rex of the Rings,
Who are all these stupid people and what is wrong with them?! It seems like too many.
Signed,
I’m Horrified At These Endless Dumb Useless Humans
Dear I HATE DUH,
Intelligence is a tall order these days! Good minds are often in short supply.
Bad drivers, rude shoppers and junk mail alone can make you question reality.
These are minor curiosities, however, obscuring more worthy attractions.
I find emotional intelligence to be of particular interest.
Feelings, self-awareness, empathy. They are known as “soft skills.” Doesn’t make them sound very important, does it?
When I don my top hat and step into the lights: I seek to thrill the whole audience.
Every person in that crowd is perfect to me, and with that mindset I can create magic.
Cape or no cape! Although I’m happy for those who wear them.
Speaking of which — have you seen that recent Superman movie? My favorite part:
Lois Lane: We’re so different. I was just some punk rock kid from Bakerline and you’re … Superman.
Clark Kent: I’m punk rock.
Lois: You are not punk rock.
Clark: I like the Stranglefellows and the P.O.D.s and the Mighty Crabjoys.
Lois: Those are pop radio bands, they’re not punk rock. The Mighty Crabjoys suck.
Clark: OK, well, a lot of people love ’em.
Lois: My point is I question everything. And everyone. You trust everyone, and think everyone you’ve ever met is, like, beautiful.
Clark: Maybe that’s the real punk rock.
Patrons of the circus run the gamut from simple to sophisticated.
Hardy applause or hardly awake.
All I can do is smile, take my place, and give them the best show possible.
It does me no good to think otherwise.
That might be something you could learn.
A better understanding of the crowd, and the individuals found within.
You may end up meeting fewer and fewer stupid people.
Counterpoint commentary by …
Lindi Dee DuVerne, Fire Breather
Shoot, you came to the right gal for this one.
If dumb was dirt — I reckon I’d cover about half an acre.
Why are some people stupid?
That’s like askin’ me why brown bears scat in the brush.
Like askin’ why the wind always blows the hardest once them leaves get to fallin’.
Like askin’ why Casey Wilson, Deputy Mayor of Charlesburg, Texas, never told a circus gal he had a wife and three kids.
I must seem a few pickles short of a sandwich to not have figured that out!
But he was smooth talker. Actin’ like the sun came up just to hear him crow.
I loved him, though, I really did.
Our time burned brighter than a firefly in a pepper patch.
That’s over now. I’m all alone, while he’s ridin’ a gravy train on biscuit wheels.
But I ain’t gonna cloud up and rain on nobody, no sir.
Guess some of us learn lessons in dumber ways than other folks.
And I’m findin’ right now that the rear-view mirror sure ain’t keepin’ me warm at night.
