By Helen Razer, Bernard Keane
How did every little thing get so dumb? How did we develop into hostages to idiocy? What needs to we do to be free of a captor whose ransom word easily reads, 'D'oh'?
The deteriorating caliber of our public debate and the dwindling of logic in media, politics and tradition can force you to depression and rage. It definitely drove writers Helen Razer and Bernard Keane to a determined act: befriending one another for lengthy sufficient to write down a ebook. subscribe to forces with those uneasy allies to struggle opposed to a global that has misplaced its cause. discover what's at the back of the remorseless unfold of idiocy, and why there's simply so a lot rattling silly round you.
Stupid isn't simply lack of information; it's not only laziness. Worse than the absence of notion, silly is a deadly disease that drains our productiveness and leaves us ailing and lowered. And silly has an extended, advanced and poor previous, one we have to comprehend with a purpose to defeat it.
A brief heritage of Stupid lines the origins of this maddening unwell, analyzing the several ways that we've been troubled over the past 3 thousand years. It damns those that have unfold silly and celebrates the courageous few who resisted. It indicates how silly tightens the grubby grip of the silly round our throats. Hilarious, shrewdpermanent, disagreeable, infuriating and impolite, A brief background of Stupid is straight away a provocation and a convenience. it's going to spark debate, soothe the terminally pissed off and outrage the righteously silly. it's a booklet whose silly time has come.
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Every once in a while I’d hear that someone famous or a friend of the family had died, and I’d start thinking about death and how I had no idea what was going to happen to me, where I would go, if I’d even be cognizant of what was going on. As my thoughts spiraled, my heart rate would quicken, I’d lose color in my face, and then I would have to lie down. During a baseball practice in college, I heard that a kid I had gone to high school with had died in a car crash. As was par for the course, I got so light-headed I had to lie down.
Fact,” he replied, pulling the paper back up and starting to read. I could feel I was about to pass out, so I stumbled away from the table and walked toward my parents’ room, where my mom was sitting on their bed. Immediately she could see there was something wrong. “Justy, you look terrible! ” she said, patting the space on the bed next to her, ushering me to sit down. I told her what my dad had said, and she tried to calm me down by telling me that obviously he had no idea what happens after we die.
Out of your league?! What fucking league are you talking about?! You are a man, she is a fucking woman! ” After that I couldn’t make out the yelling, but a few minutes later Evan stormed past me. I peered into the living room and could see my dad felt bad about what had happened. Normally after arguments, he wore a red-faced look of conviction that you see on famous world leaders addressing a hostile United Nations. This time he just looked sad. I went to bed, not wanting to agitate him. Nobody talked about what had happened those next few days.