Fwacata

Because choosing intelligence shouldn’t feel like a radical act.Okay, look—I had to sit down and face a hard truth. We all have our “-isms,” right? Some people are racist, some are classist. Me? I’m dumbist. I have a low tolerance for stupidity. Not ignorance—ignorance can be educated. But active, enthusiastic stupidity? That’s my villain origin story.I realized this while standing in line at the grocery store, overhearing someone explain how they “don’t trust electricity.” And it hit me: I’m a misanthrope with WiFi. But I’m not alone.Let’s be real—we live in a society that rewards physical aesthetics but not mental acuity. You get a six-pack, you’re a hero. You read six books? You’re suspiciously quiet and probably a witch. It’s wild.And we’ve created a machine—a black mirror we carry in our pockets—that spits info at us so fast, we don’t retain a damn thing. It’s all junk food for the brain. The tragedy? We used to savor knowledge like a fine meal. Now we inhale it like gas station nachos and forget it by l