I can't remember if my Dad ever told me that "you can't fix stupid," but I do know I heard it from somewhere. And today, it still remains a somber reminder of just how dumb our species can be.
From time to time we are exposed to the concept of "Social Darwinism." Usually we see it in the form of the "Darwin Awards," which reward--typically posthumously--the dullest members of our gene pool. Sometimes the winners still live.
For instance, take the case of this Australian drunk driver who pulled over briefly, to urinate. While relieving his bladder, he notices a Taipan Snake--the most venomous snake to roam the planet--and decides to catch it. As he attempts to catch the snake, the Taipan bites him numerous times on his hands and forearm. He then stuffs the snake in a bag and proceeds to drive the rest of the way to Melbourne to visit a hospital in the city.
During the drive, he reaches into the bag several more times...resulting in more bites and further poisoning. The doctors said he had six or seven times the amount of venom that would normally kill a human from a Taipan attack. He ends up having certain parts of his appendages removed--his right hand and part of the forearm--but, remarkably, lives.
At the very least you have to be impressed by the fact that he managed to stop at a bar on the way to the hospital.
Let's not forget the case of the acclaimed "Grizzly Man," Timothy Treadwell. He spent 13 summers at Katmai National Park in Alaska. During this time he came to the conclusion that not only could the bears trust him, but that he could trust the bears. I remember watching a documentary about this man with my girlfriend at the time. And I must admit there were some truly remarkable things happening in the film; specifically when a female Grizzly approached him and he realized he was in trouble. He walked forward stomping and yelling at her in a disapproving way, like a scolding mother. She simply reversed a bit, turned around and left. This simple, yet incredibly ludicrous tactic had blown me away.
The documentary reminded me of a Disney movie I saw while in a 9th grade science course called "Never Cry Wolf," in which the main character comes to an inhospitable location to study wolves only to find himself understanding their way of life. In the certain segments of society, we see this as romantic; in my part of the world, I call it "going native." Unfortunately for Treadwell, he didn't end up like Farley Mowat in "Never Cry Wolf;" he ended up like a mafia informant...in pieces, in trash bags. Treadwell (and his lovely lady friend) were devoured by a large male Grizzly during his 13th season at Katmai (which would later be shot and gutted, revealing human remains, hence the garbage bags). He thought that he could reach out to them...to see into the magical land of the bears and be one of them.
At the very least you have to be impressed by the fact that the bear managed to eat almost two whole people. I'm thinking Arby's...
Sometimes our hometown cinema even treats us to such idiocy. Now, I assume that most of you saw "The Dark Knight." Before any of you jump off the cliff and say, "how could you think that movie is stupid?" I assure you, I'm not speaking poorly of the film, merely one of its characters.
In case you don't remember, Coleman Reese was a sniveling little accountant at Wayne Enterprises who managed to track down some company money and merchandise to an abandoned sector of research and development. When he realized what was in that sector and who it was for, he was ready to go public with the information that Bruce Wayne was, in fact, Batman. Here is his boss', Lucius Fox, response:
"Let me get this straight: You think that your client, one of the wealthiest, most powerful men in the world, is secretly a vigilante who spends his nights beating criminals to a pulp with his bare hands. And your plan is to blackmail this person? Good luck."
At the very least you have to be impressed by the fact that Coleman Reese managed to continue living.
You may have heard the name Ryan Newell before; he's a singer/guitarist, known fairly well on Facebook and Myspace. He is in an alt rock band called "Sister Hazel" and up until yesterday, was the only "Ryan Newell" in the news.
The other Ryan Newell was arrested Tuesday for stalking Reverend Fred Phelps, his family, and members of his Kansas fellowship, the Westboro Baptist Church (WBC). Now, I know some of my readers out there are thinking that the name Phelps sounds familiar. As does the WBC.
That's because he is famous for coming to the quiet town of Laramie--already rocked by the brutal beating (and later death) of a young student named Matthew Shephard--to spread his hate speech with pickets reading, "Matthew Shephard Burns in Hell!" among other vile slogans. Having already cut his teeth in badgering the community of Laramie, Phelps decided to angle his vitriol at a new target.
Most Americans were having a hard time dealing with two wars as it was, and it was becoming more difficult as their children returned home in caskets. Fred Phelps had a very easy and direct answer for our grieving, heartbroken families. You should thank God that your son, daughter, brother, sister, father, or mother has come home in a body bag, because He is using these fatalities as a learning tool for us. So that we may turn away from homosexuality and other accepted practices that are ruining our great nation.
Cue Sergeant Ryan Newell, a homegrown soldier from Marion, Kansas. In 2008, he lost both of his legs when an improvised explosive device (IED) detonated while serving a tour of duty in Afghanistan. Though it has been said many times and many ways, it’s true, a man can only take so much. I don't feel it necessary to connect the dots or go into details about the psyche that Sgt. Newell must've been in; I will simply default to The Wichita Eagle:
"The weapons charges accuse Newell of unlawfully carrying and concealing or possessing with 'intent to use' an M4 rifle, .45-caliber Glock handgun and .38-caliber Smith and Wesson handgun. Besides the weapons, Newell also had more than 90 rounds of ammunition in his vehicle, sources said."
"The Expendables" have gotta' be jealous.
At the very least you have to respect the man for not being afraid of someone like that…
I'm talking about the legless war veteran. Reverend Phelps is terrified and running for the very few hills there are in Kansas.
My Old Man may have never told me "you can't fix stupid," but I feel he made a strong case for a similar quotation. “You don't poke the bear." Literally, in the case of the late Mr. Treadwell.
Also tacitly communicated in not poking the bear is that if you poke the bear once, or even worse, continue to poke the bear, it's likely that whatever happens to you is your own damn fault.
It's an easy to rule to apply to anything; don't push that precariously placed boulder (lest it crush you), don't drink that whole bottle of liquor (lest you wake up as pain wearing human skin), don't touch the alien meteorite which contains a foreign substance (lest it turns you into a plant; thanks "Creepshow").
It is even easy for me to apply this rule to anyone; don't trash talk the biggest guy in the school, don't spit at the bouncer, don't call a black guy a "nigger," and sure as hell don't mess with a war veteran.
I don't know if Fred Phelps considered the fact that he was insulting a noble brotherhood of warriors. I don't know if Fred Phelps considered the fact that he was insulting people whose expert training is in killing shit. I don't know if Fred Phelps considered that he was insulting people coming back from a war that they have a hard time justifying on their own. I don't know if Fred Phelps has considered a single fucking thing in his entire life.
Maybe, just maybe, after this close call, he will...but maybe I'm giving too much ambition to my hope.
After all, you can't fix stupid.