Sadly, however, IQless1 lacks the maturity and intelligence to admit who was actually more productive in creating our nation.
So, "Daniel"...how long has it been since someone has asked you if you knew you were crazy? I'm guessing it's a frequent occurrence. LLLOOOLLL ...but I digress. You, "Daniel", are insane. Now, giggle for me, baby. LLLLLOOOOOLLLLL
Fair enough. I suppose I still need some maturing and advances in learning, too. Care to enlighten me? Ha, ha!
Okay, the truth is during my ordeal with the Secret Service having me observed and evaluated in 1997-98, some of those psychiatrists, one in particular, (Sharon Satterfield) wrote in her report I was a low functioning psychotic, and she also compared me to another client who stabbed his mother 64 times. However, this report Sharon Satterfield wrote about me was dismissed by the judge at the Jarvis hearing since it conflicted with other psychological evaluations of me, which were more realistic. Ha, ha! Wait! Maybe this isn't funny, after all, is it?
The day you know more than me ended decades ago, kid. ...assuming you are older than I am, of course. Otherwise, you'd need to travel all the way back to 1970 to have that type of advantage over me.
Your age was mentioned at 47 last I knew. My age is mentioned in my profile. Just for the record, I was born September 15, 1964. Regarding knowledge, however much either of us knows, and in whatever areas, I am just greatful to be healthy, safe, clean, and happy with it, regardless of IQ. I am certain you would also value having a healthy body, perhaps, more so than being smarter than anyone in particular.
By the way. Knowledge is most successful when used to appreciate what its beholder has. Only you can decide that for yourself, as can I and anyone else.
Hey D....do me a favor, tap your noggin' and see what happens. Repeat, harder (if necessary). If a squirrel shows up it's just to gaze at a nut. ""
"Ripple" -- Robert Hunter, 1970 If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung, Would you hear my voice come through the music? Would you hold it near as it were your own? It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken, Perhaps they're better left unsung. I don't know, don't really care Let there be songs to fill the air. Ripple in still water, When there is no pebble tossed, Nor wind to blow. Reach out your hand if your cup be empty, If your cup is full may it be again, Let it be known there is a fountain, That was not made by the hands of men. There is a road, no simple highway, Between the dawn and the dark of night, And if you go no one may follow, That path is for your steps alone. Ripple in still water, When there is no pebble tossed, Nor wind to blow. You, who choose to lead, must follow But if you fall you fall alone. If you should stand then who's to guide you? If I knew the way I would take you home.
