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Egotism By
Wesley Boynton A critical error has occurred at
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Do you ever
deal with egotistical people? I
do. And for those who
haven’t, it’s not pretty. In
fact, it’s downright bad. Like,
worse than sitting next to the hippie who believes deodorant is a
pro-abortion body product (On an eight-hour flight). Not
fun. You see, we’re
surrounded on this planet by those whose bodies are composed of
approximately 40% pride, 15% stupidity, 30% valley girl, and 15% donated
to science. Now, to live
with and ultimately understand these strange beings, we must know the
ego. What do you think the
ego looks like? WRONG.
It looks like a walrus, and for four reasons.
So, you now
are beginning to get some basic conceptual idea (Mental Doodle) about
the ego. Good.
Now watch the film “The Blair Witch Project” about 30 times
and you may come to the level of understanding I have reached (“Wow,
what an interesting camera angle!”). The ego is a
complex part of the human psyche, with twists, turns, and random
pictures of hippie protests along the way. If
you are to defeat this menace, you must know it’s weaknesses. About
now you’re probably asking “It has weaknesses?”
Well indeed, it does, my friend. You see,
egotistical people simply cannot insult.
If they could, then they would not be egotistical. They
would be convicts. So, by
relating them to the Nazi party, they cannot defend themselves, nor
attack, forcing them to lash out (“Stupidhead!”) In the rare event that you get an intelligible answer, there is a backup test to make sure they’re still idiots. Ask them about their transcripts, which, as defined by “The dictionary”, is “an official document showing the educational work of a student in a school or college”. Considering even I had to look this up, if they give you an adequate answer, run like hell. And next time you see them, compliment their tusks and nose hairs. |
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