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Being stupid is fun and relaxing. That much is obvious, and it enrages the non-stupid to no end. Just look at the Letters pages here on Salon: Filled with intelligent, tormented human beings, angry at everything under the sun, absolutely furious â livid! -- over the existence of television sets and octuplet moms on disability and fat kids and Sarah Palin and anyone insensitive to the plights of polar bears, severe allergy sufferers, the home-schooled, and, of course, intelligent, tormented, lactose-intolerant human beings like themselves.
But being an imbecile has its drawbacks. Yesterday, for example, I got an email from the IRS. Apparently the IRS needs more information from me -- including my social security number, which they seem to have misplaced. That's understandable, really. The IRS is huge, their office is probably a wreck. Anyway, I have just 12 hours to fill out my tax refund claim form, but my correspondence must remain confidential and "must not be disclosed by anyone other than the intended recipient." I think that means don't tell your accountant about this, because she might not realize that the IRS handles much of its business through email, and sometimes refers to taxpaying citizens as, simply, 'Rabbit.'"
The truth is, I wouldn't have to be that much stupider than I am now to fill out that form and send it back. Instead, I just feel really glad that I'm not a complete moron.
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