Mihalovich Victor Polesov, the mechanic intellectual dedicated.
- Who knows more, the fool or the wise man?
The fool. Sage all doubts.
At the time of writing posts, I was faced with a common trend. What would you write, be sure to find a pool of "experts" that violently caught you in a lie or, at worst, inaccuracies as a result of General illiteracy. Being, by nature, humble and trusting young yunosha (in matters where there is money involved) I, at first, admired the erudition of the audience. Trying on a confidence of tone and a rigidity of speakers, I thought that the world around is full of old-fashioned professionals.
- Well this is what umidi! - exulted soul, is how many own platos and quick mind Newtons Russian land to give birth! A dime a dozen!
Confidence in the bright future of the country became stronger by the day, growing from post to post. The fact that I rarely speak critically to the questions that rummage. Well, according to automatic transmission repair, for example. What, I ask someone to prove something? The money I something, pay? The carpet and the TV will be awarded and may be awarded? Yes, there's always room for doubt. Dry theory, Horatio, and our sages don't dream about how life tree magnificently turns green. Phew knows, comrade major - my normal attitude to such paradoxes.
But over time he began to torment some doubts. Well, first of all, I found that many commentators are major specialists in almost all spheres of human activity. Ekie Leonards these damn swing! - I marveled at first. But. Catharsis came when one of erodirovannoj, Oh, sorry erudite professionals, who casually remarked that the loin is that man sack. I used this term in the context of the "girded loins," that is, prepare for battle. Sword to hang on the belt. But. It turns out, our ancestors his balls were peredelyvali to heighten the heroism... That's how! Well, Yes. Exactly. From a warrior with a win over the testicles do not expect mercy... But do not overdo it? Head full of confusion reigned, slightly diluted with obscenities.
"If you put the cancer,
And a vise to clamp nipples,
And the ass to obnot scrap,
You obselete socks" - obsessive was spinning in my head.
Ugh!
- And John The Baptist!- suddenly remembered. He: "...was clothed with camel's hair and a leather belt around his waist, and ate locusts and wild honey" (MK. 1:6). So what is the reason for his uncompromising temper dawned suddenly - a leather belt tied on the loins, and that usermovie his head.
These epoch-making discoveries I shared with the people. People showered me my whole mug of stale vegetables.
Wait, Tova. . . citizens, I whispered in fascination smearing rotten tomatoes at the face of naive - is there such people say they know everything: in the field of ballet and they can't carry the stuff.
Alas. Ah. Slowly I began to realize that these critics is the fruit of the crossing of the fool with Google. Googledork. And motive of their writings is the eternal desire of the fool to look smarter than someone. Most of the way, truly believe that Google will easily replace any education. What I had heard from humanists, women, and women in the Humanities was the belief of a whole generation. With the first, the second and especially the third I never disputed - because with women it's stupid to do with the Humanities - it's hard to hold back from a massacre. About a third do not say anything. M - Ah. Perhaps, there will not. The only thing I can do is share the common title for this group of friends.
Specialists $wavy - so I call them. Respectful. On You and by name.
What?
The need for a definition of this group is long overdue. And that group is, of the people in it - to Beijing cancer not to move, and no name. Disorder.
Or can anyone suggest better? Waiting for your options.
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