Give me a smart idiot over a stupid genius any day.
~Samuel Goldwyn
I have a hard time believing everything I read which either makes me incredibly wise and discerning—or lazy.
The kind of lazy where you don’t take the time to follow a recipe to the end so you just dump in the rest of the ingredients and hope for the best. Lazy like drinking hot cocoa instead of checking for icebergs or only wearing earmuffs to rob a bank.
Truth is stranger than fiction these days. If I wrote a fraction of what is actually taking place in real life, MY real life, OUR real lives right now—nobody would believe me and I’d be less famous than I already am.
Tens of people can’t all be right. Things you see on the internet or in Hallmark cards are often lies. Stupid lies. And nobody fact checks….and now we’re back to lazy.
Did a man eat his underwear to beat a breathalyzer?
Was a headless body found inside of a topless bar?
Did Hillary adopt an alien baby?
I can’t be sure. I saw it on the internet so…could just be a slight exaggeration.
You know, just like this blog, only two out of ten people read past the headline. The others prefer sugarless gum.
I for one, have had it up to here ( for all of you listening to this on the radio I’m motioning above my head), with deciphering facts. What good does it do? I’m going to accept things at face value. The good, the bad, and the stupid. Then I’m going to toss myself a word salad and pick out the anchovies AND the stupid.
Or…I may change my mind.
No more lazy. If a story seems inflammatory, like a boil on the butt of humanity, I will:
1) Consider the source.
2) Consult People Magazine.
3) Ask for proof.
Mountains of paperwork kind proof. Facts and figures kind of proof. Blind studies kind of proof. Flowcharts and graphs and exit polls kind of…oh, wait minute.
I’m reevaluating everything right now. I’ve programmed my eyes and seven other senses to steer away from the stupid.
I’ll let you know how that goes. I may end up living in a deprivation tank—or Canada.
I never apologize.
I’m sorry, but that’s just the way I am.
– Homer J. Simpson
Carry on.
xox
