by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal
You could spot an
idiot with
ease. Sometimes you
only have to
look at yourself.
Sometimes it is
the guy sitting
across from you,
the woman who
wants to cut you
off in traffic.
Sometimes it is
the voice you hear
on the phone, the
fool sending you
spam e-mails, the
restaurant cook
who ruins your
day and stomach.
You could spot an
idiot so
easily. You
just turn on a
television,
the radio,
or hear your boss.
The idiot’s
in most of us.
The idiot
is everywhere.
October 9, 2009
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1 comments:
So true Luis.
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