Stop Being Stupid

While people are sitting around making fun of how stupid President Bush is because he stumbles around while giving speeches, they should take 30 seconds and realize how stupid it is to think that a President of the United States could be stupid.  He’s the President!  You don’t become the commander-in-chief if you’re stupid.  You don’t get to call your office The Oval Office if you’re stupid.  If you want to call someone stupid, pick on someone your own size.

Like your coworkers who require at least 3 emails saying the same thing in 3 different ways before they understand you told them the data needs to have an F in it.

Or the Asian chick in a bright green VW bug who apparently has never put gas in her car and takes 10 minutes BEFORE SHE EVEN GETS THE NOZZLE IN.  Slide your card, push buttons, and stick the thing in!

Or the Hollywood celebrities who could be driven home while reclining in a Rolls Royce Phantom massage chair instead of getting DUIs.  Ok, I guess that’s not picking on someone your own size… stop being a bully!

Or the guy at CompUSA that, when asked what the difference is between XP and Vista, replies, “Well, XP was ok, you know, it was good, but Vista’s way better.”  Is that because the windows have pretty eye-fluttering transparent borders or because it was originally supposed to be built on .NET using C# but instead was built using C++ or because the file system looks more like Linux or because it requires half a gigabyte of RAM just to run or because you need a sell-your-limbs video card to get the pretty eye-fluttering transparent borders?  I’m not sure…soo… I’ll just take the “way better.”

Or the guys that drive by your house and yell at you, “F*** you!  D**** bag!” for no reason besides disrespect.  I’m sure they’d think it was funny if I yelled that at them.

Or the girl in the crosswalk that looks at you and purposely flings her hand up and hits you in the face.  Good thing she didn’t hit the girls I was with, I might have hit her back with the road’s asphalt.

Or the way-too-aggressive weighlifter who sticks his angry red face in your space to yip and whine at you for telling his wife she shouldn’t bring her bloodthirsty pitbull that wants to kill and eat everything fleshy to the dog park.  Go back home and beat your wife like usual you disrespectful pile of nincompoop.