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4 Degrees of Smart

Don’t mess around with my generation. It is a crooked and perverse generation. Or you can say, dumb.


There are four degrees of smarts in my generation:

Smart, smarter, smartest and dumb.

I am hoping it is actually a cycle and that the next generation goes back to smart, or the human race will be extinct by the end of my generation.

From abortions to LGBTQABCDEFG2ZNback, the human race is suicidal and the worst part is that they think they’re doing themselves a favor 🀷🏼‍♀️

Oh wait.. 🀷🏻‍♀️🀷🏽‍♀️🀷🏾‍♀️🀷🏿‍♀️

(Sorry, I’ve had to add that in so as to avoid a major protest down parliament tomorrow.)

And before we move on, 🀷🏻🀷🏼🀷🏽🀷🏾🀷🏿 Just to be sure.

Wait.🀷‍♀️🀷 🀷‍♂️. There you go. The human race should all be yellow. Not that any humans are actually that color, just that to be a color that doesn’t represent any of us is apparently the best color to represent all of us 🀦‍♂️🀦🀦‍♀️ And to be fair, I have to pretend I don’t know my gender either.


A wise woman πŸ‘©πŸ» (broke the law right there) once posted a stick on phaseboook asking us all to argue about it since we loved arguing so much. And guess what? It worked. Best argument I’ve had in ages. Someone asked why the stick had to be brown and not green. It was really stereotyping. As if all the sticks in the world were brown. And what about the sticks that weren’t? They would get offended that she chose to put up a picture of a brown stick instead of a green or white or red stick. I agreed, “and what if that is not really a stick? What if it is truly a leaf in the inside? Let’s not call that a stick any longer. To call it a stick would make us an objectist. We should just call it an object.” From now onwards, there should be no stick or leaf or table or chair. Every object is just an object and can actually be anything they want to be. And an aged man is not necessarily an aged man. What if he is young at heart? So we should no longer call anyone aged anymore. Let’s pass a law that nobody is allowed to call out or mention anyone’s age, lest they be age-ist. Same goes for an 8 year old who thinks he is 18, or a 1 year old who thinks he is 21. Age restrictions should no longer apply to anyone. That’s discrimination by age. The human race will go from an actual intellectual conversation, “From time to time [can’t say from which time to which since that would be discriminating against time], we, beings [can’t say humans lest we be beingist], shall manage the beings of this world better.” So which being is he referring to in the end? Doesn’t matter. And if the next generation doesn’t actually get smart but gets from dumb to dumbest, literally, an intellectual conversation will be like, “mmph mm mmMmMmm mm Mmph phh” Like the planet of the apes 🦍 Yes, that is how monkeys will eventually rule. Because apparently, animals discriminate.


I just heard that a pregnant woman posted saying her baby was not yet a human. What is it then? An animal? An alien? A non-existent being? A terrestrial being? An angel? Or is ‘fetus’ a creature by itself? Then is embryo a creature by itself as well? So what then? We evolve in our mother’s wombs from creature to creature now? I think an animal knows that their babies are babies and still an animal, not a human or any other being.


So yes, we officially have four degrees of smarts. And no, I’m not trying to be smart. I am smart. But I do hope the next generation tries to reach smart or we would all be doomed.



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