The speeker went forward to a big pulpit, looked at the people of a certain party which crowded the room and finally started:
One half of all you folks sitting there is intellectually challenged!
Turmoil! Protests! Outrage! The party leaders pull the speeker behind a curtain demanding, he should go again to the pulpit to excuse himself publicly.
Slowly the speeker went again to the pulpit, and waiting for silence, he said:
Please excuse me, I was really wrong with what I said. I`ll correct myself: One half of all you folks is by no means intellectually challenged!
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No, it was a fine occasion to say what I recently find important...
...the funny person is not looking for cats and dogs, when it`s raining cats and dogs.
Why do you complain on my many faces? What is a pic? Since there are many pics, its fun to play with them...
Have you touched my face? Have you tenderly kissed my mouth? Have you felt my voice in your guts? Unfortunatwly, no. This is no place for to much intimicy. It is internet exchange. No smell. No smile. No tears. No silence being shared.
Propably you have forgotten - one post I made was about me being a bot. I asked, if there would be any possibility to prove me wrong. There was not any interest in answering. Is a proper pic a possible answer? No, unfortunately no...
We will never know, who we really are in an internet forum. My many pics want to show that. Take it as a lasting thorn in the case. There is only virtuality and the wrong appearance of reality. And many people do not realize that. You`ve got to live with that, as far as you are real. Once in a while you might cry about it, that will nothing change.
And what is wrong naming someone stupid? Haven`t you seen the intention of my little story? Does it need any further explanation?
Actually, there are many stupid people in this world, which is not the problem. Stupidity is part of being human. If you want to avoid stupidity, go to a cemetry. There are many kind people. Peaceful. Uncomplicated. Mostly considered good. But they are dead. Living people bite. For life is dangerous and biting.
Is this place here a cemetry? A dead place? I suppose, no. And despite beig virtual, we expose something meant real and living. It is by words and stories. And I have part in it. And you. What else can we do? Listen and think. If people would understand virtuality, they would not care about virtual insults or virtual strong words. But they would think.
For this reason I am here...whil playing with pics I really love...
Haha, see, the genuine bottle lover refuses any glass...