Ahem. Dear World:
All you fuckers better hope I never get hit by a mysterious whistling meteorite granting me superhuman powers. Because on the day that happens I am taking up the Righteous Cluestick of True Enlightenment and I am not putting it down until I have beaten certain truths into your fogged-up conciousness. To wit: you are not the smartest mofo ever to grace this misbegotten rock with your genius. You’re not even close. Neither is your favorite preacher/politician/artist/professor/other pretentious blowhard. It may come as an appalling shock to you, but other people may have opinions which differ from yours, and that doesn’t mean they are stupid. Or deluded. Or evil servants of the Cult of Supreme Badness. Whatever categories you have neatly divided the world into, there are people in it who won’t fit. And that’s OK. Sometimes the world won’t fit your myopic preconceptions. When that happens, it might be a good time to re-evaluate your ignorant assumptions. It wouldn’t hurt to read a book once in a while, either.