Ignorance

During my sophomore year in college it occurred to me that ignorance is not knowing what you don't know. I think someone famous once said something similar, but I thought of it independently and my wording is better (more confusing, but with that “what did he say again?” whiff of wisdom. Yeah, you smell correctly).

Ignorance, that state of not knowing, is less about a large number of things you have yet to learn, but your own blissful blindness to that massive number. It's a state often accompanied by its good friend and weekend drunk-chick trolling partner, Ego. In the pantheon of the human condition, these two are roomies who share a house with Self-righteousness and, of course, Bill O'Reilly. To have given yourself over fully to ignorance, you not only have to not know nontrivial things, you have to look to that lack as one of the crooked pillars of your own superiority. After all, why bother to look more deeply at say, facts. Only pinheads want to complicate issues. The world comes in two colors, black and white; just don't feel too much pity for those who see in color because they were asking for it.

Life is simple; you're right and anyone who disagrees with you is wrong, no matter what. When you perceive a threat, attack. If that perception turned out to be wrong you were still right to attack because of your good intentions, your irresistible manliness, and because God loves you. Anyone who says differently is a hippie liberal faggot and Ann Coulter will barrage them with personal attacks as soon as she pulls her face out of that bowl of dogfood.

So, keep those designer blinders on, Right Wing America, they look good on you. Just remember not to look in the mirror or you might learn something.