The war on intelligence
I’ll be the first to admit that I’m not the sharpest knife in the drawer. I’ve got some basic knowledge across many fields, but I’m not an expert in any of them by any stretch of the imagination. Hell, I even flunked out of school! Still, I’m not completely braindead. Moreover, I’m aware of my deficiencies, try to read up on things that I’m not up to speed with, and am not above changing my opinions on topics, an approach that has served me pretty well so far. I mean, it has gotten me out of long-term employment and into a job that is generally reserved for college graduates. Yet, for some reason, I find that this approach of always learning, always wanting to improve yourself, more seems to be becoming more and more of a rarity. Indeed, the very concept of intelligence, the very idea that being smart is something desirable, something positive, appears to be becoming more and more of an object of scorn and ridicule, something to demonize rather than a goal to thrive for. For an exa