Dear San Diego,

I don’t like stupid. Stupid is the reason I came here. Stupid is the reason I don’t go anywhere now that I’m here. Stupid is the reason why I’ve become a recluse.

It’s a pestilence.

If you voted for George Bush you’re stupid. I don’t care if you have a doctorate in aeronautical engineering – you’re stupid. If you voted for him twice, chances are that you’re either extremely stupid or you have a significantly large brain tumor.

If you need a common gauge, use the George Bush gauge. Even if someone isn’t American, if they think he was even an okay President, they’re stupid.

That’s Parker’s two cents on the subject.

Stupid is everywhere, it permeates everything. Popular culture is stupid and so is counterculture, which only exists to hopefully become popular culture, meaning that stupid strives to become stupid – which is a double negative and therefore stupid.

I’m stupid because I waited this long to flee stupidity. You’re stupid if you spent four to eight years of your life getting a piece of paper that says you have the right to opine on any subject that is offered online through the University Of Phoenix. Beyond requiring some form of training to ensure that one knows how to successfully conduct triple bypass surgery, we’re all stupid for buying into the notion that to not be considered stupid we have to adhere to a scholastic pyramid scheme that, in most cases, places you in immense debt but doesn’t result in lasting, secure employment.

That would be why I’m a movie usher in a town so small that the only bar is a strip club on the highway.

The news is stupid, which begs the question: what aren’t you being told that isn’t?

Ya, I don’t like a lot of things, but stupid tops.