Dumb than dumber.
- gaymen2
- May 25
- 8 min read
Here are some questions asked to, and asked by, Americans, and maybe this might explain how the hell Donals Trump made it to the White House when it is obvious America has more than its fair share of dim witted morons.
Education in the USA is - clearly - not that important.
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In England, there's a small city called York which was named after New York. Why wasn't London, the largest city in England, named after New York? Why York?
Why do people in the UK drive on the left when the whole world drives on the right ?
Why does England name so many of their towns and cities after places in the USA ?
This Roman Numerals thing in old clocks. What was the point and why / what does it mean as we cannot tell
the time by these instruments.
How come the PM of the UK doesn't bow down to the obviously superior leader in our Trump ?
Isn't it about time other countries realised that the USA rules the planet and Trump is the global boss.
America has the oldest constitution in the world and is the oldest democracy anywhere.
Why are the USAF bases in the UK called "RAF" bases, for instance, RAF Mildenhall? Is it to allow the UK to pretend it is not occupied and controlled by the US ?
I really don't know why they teach Maths in schools any more as we all have calculators.
Why are we paying for our gas ( petrol ) when we in the USA own Iraq ... Why aint it free. ?
There is dumb to be found in all countries, but somehow, it seems they do it so much more spectacularly in the USA than anywhere else.
Name a country in Europe. 'Paris ?'
' No, I asked for a country'
'Oh this is hard - Mexico ?'
'No.'
'Canada. ?
'Still no.'
'Is this a trick question as all countries are part of the United States - Right .?
'Wrong.'
'Well how on God's Earth is anyone suppose to know that ???,;
'What country does China Town represent ?'
'The middle east ?'
'Wrong.'
'Oh, er, is it Australia ?'
'Still wrong.'
'Oh this is fake right, a trick question ?'
'No, it's a genuine question that most 8 year olds will be able to answer.'
'But 8 year olds are in school learning this stuff so how am I suppose to know as I left school 5 years ago.'
Is Trump right when he states that America does not need Canada ?
If chlorinated chicken reduces the chances of people getting salmonella and E-coli, why is it difficult for Europeans to accept imported chlorinated chickens ?
Thousands die every year in the USA from food poisoning. Is this why Europe will not buy American food stuff ?
Why are the Russians wasting their resources by building up a military base close to the Finland border when in reality there is little if any likelihood of an attack by NATO forces ?
How come Putin is not scared of our President, with us being the most powerful on the planet, how come Putin deesn't come bowing to Trump ?
Considering the USA supports Canada to the tune of trillions of $ every year, why do they not want to be part of the USA ?
( Canada is NOT financially supported by the USA at all, not a single dime...)
SOMETHING PERSONAL BELOW -
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There are certain people in your life who you desperately want to say somethng to but never get the chance and you fantasize and dream about getting one back at them for something they have crossed you with in the past. Right ?
Often we do not get the chance.
Today I did.
In Asda. waiting in the queue behind me was this person who said
' Hello John, How are you ?'
I immediately responded
' Good thanks' - before realising who it was;- so then went close up and said directly into his face
' I am not interested in asking how you are as you are nothing but a cunt.'
and I ignored what he then said and went back to packing my food stuff in the bags and when finnished , all of 30 seconds later, I went back and said right into his face -
'Not only are you a cunt, you are a thieving little cunt as well.'
And with that, his mouth flapped open but no words came out and I turned and walked - pushing my trolley, and just left him there playing at being a gold fish.
IT FELT SO GOOD,
and while it is said that we should 'FORGIVE AND FORGET' - ha ha - I may forgive, but I never forget, and when someone takes me for a ride and steals from a NOT FOR PROFIT VENUE as this turkey did with his special needs boyfriend, then I do not forget and although it has been at least 10 years since that fateful day I had to fire him and his dippy friend and when asked for the money they owed me ( around £5,000 ) was told to ' FUCK OFF YOU CUNT.' and I never saw them again until today.
I wrote the money off years ago and it never rested well with me that after all the good things I do for others, all the free stays, free dinners, charitable contributions I pay and so forth, to be taken financially when trying to help these two dips, is appalling.
Dippy they may have been, but it would seem, stupid they were not, and took me for a ride when I was trying to be thoughtful and kind towards these two who needed somewhere to live and some employment as they were otherwise homeless - and they needed so much help otherwise they couldn't cope with every day living. Special needs as they both were, they certainly know how to take good people for a ride and today, even though a decade later, felt so good.
Too many have tried to con me over the years and as I am usually one step ahead all the time, it rarely happens but these two totally manipulated my thoughtfulness and care in trying to help them and just used and abused and then insulted and stole from me.
That then stops you from helping others in the future as 'ONCE BITTEN - TWICE SHY' and why is it that so many with special needs know how to manipulate and steal from those who are trying to offer assistance.
The only word best to describe them is - CUNTS.
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"Hello, how are you?" the eraser asked the pencil gently.
"I’m not your friend," the pencil snapped irritably. "I hate you."
"Why?" the eraser asked, surprised and hurt.
"Because you erase everything I write."
"I only erase mistakes," the eraser replied softly.
"That doesn’t make it right," the pencil said.
"But that’s my job. That’s who I am."
"Then your job is meaningless," the pencil muttered. "Writing is more important than erasing."
"Erasing the wrong is just as important as writing the right," the eraser said.
The pencil paused, then said quietly, "But I see you getting smaller every day…"
"That’s because I sacrifice a bit of myself every time I correct a mistake," the eraser said.
"I feel myself getting smaller too," the pencil admitted.
"We can only do something good for others when we’re willing to give up something of ourselves," the eraser said with a smile.
Then it gently asked, "Do you still hate me?"
The pencil smiled and replied, "How can I hate someone who gives everything for others?"
Every day we wake up, one day of our life is gone.
If you can’t be the pencil that writes happiness for others,
be the eraser that wipes away their pain,
spreads hope, and reminds them:
The future can be better than the past.
Be grateful. Always.
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I’ve been a manager for almost six years. I always thought I was fair. Maybe a bit strict, but fair. Rules are rules, right? If I start making exceptions, where does it end?
That’s what I told myself when I fired Celia last week. It was her third tardy this month. Policy says three strikes—you’re out. She didn’t argue. Just nodded, picked up her bag, and left.
But something about that silence should have told me something was off. Later that afternoon, I overheard two coworkers whispering. “Did you hear about Celia’s son?” "Yeah… she’s been sleeping in her car with him.” My stomach dropped. I pulled one aside. “What do you mean, ‘sleeping in her car’? And then the whole picture unfolded. Celia had been evicted a month ago. No support from her ex. No nearby family. She was working double shifts, doing everything she could. But shelters were full. So she and her six-year-old son had been living in their car. Those late mornings? They weren’t because she was lazy or careless. She was driving across town to a church that let them shower, so her son could go to school clean. I had fired her. I had just made it worse. That night, I couldn’t sleep. The guilt sat heavy on my chest. The next morning, I called her. No answer.I texted. Nothing. I drove to the last address on file—evicted. I sat in my car, staring at my phone, wondering if I’d lost my chance to make things right. But I couldn’t just leave it there. I started calling around—shelters, food banks, churches—anywhere she might’ve gone. Most couldn’t help, but then one woman at a church downtown paused.
“She was here two nights ago. Picked up some food and blankets. That’s all I know.” It wasn’t much, but it was something. I drove downtown. I walked the streets. Checked every parking lot. And just as I was about to give up, I saw it—An old sedan, parked near a grocery store. Fogged windows. A small face peeking out from under a blanket in the back seat.It was her son. My heart clenched. I walked up slowly, gently knocked on the glass. Celia sat up in the front seat, startled… and then, her eyes met mine. “I came to bring you your job back,” I said. “ But more than that—I came because I should have listened… and I want to help.” Because sometimes, being a manager isn’t just about policies. It’s about people. And Celia didn’t need discipline—She needed compassion.
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The Cleverness of the Judge
A man once lent some money to his friend, but the friend later denied receiving it. So, the man took him to court.The judge asked: “Do you have any witnesses?”
man replied: “No, I gave him the money in secret.”
The judge said: “Then go to the place where you lent him the money and bring me a handful of its soil, so I can question it.”
The man was surprised by this request but obeyed and went to fetch a handful of soil from that spot.
While he was away, the judge turned to the debtor and asked:
“Do you think he’s reached the place by now?”
The man quickly replied: “No, the place is very far from here.”
The judge laughed and said: “How do you know the place is far… unless you were there and received the money?”
Thus, the judge ruled that the man must repay the debt and ordered him to be whipped with 20 lashes for lying.
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