Apparently, to supporters of “Right-Wing Stupidity,” conceptual reality isn't required. Might it be a hindrance? Or, perhaps there is validity in a Canadian study published in the Psychological Science Journal. It infers that conservative beliefs are more likely to be of low intelligence. Research showed that lower scores in childhood predicts greater prejudice in adults. Or, could it be that their adverse opinions don't arise directly from low intelligence, but instead from the conservative ideologies to which people of low intelligence are drawn? Certain cognitive abilities and abstract thinking is needed for acceptance of differences. But, where's the love in pointing out that their side is more stupid than our own? Let's break perceptions into elementary steps for easier grasp. “A quantum approach to adaptive mutations”, Physicist, Lord Kelvin explained, “is a little cloud that obscures the beauty and clearness of the molecular biological perspective on life. You can understand perfectly, if you give your mind to it.” Exercise that thought on the following conundrum:
There's a Pacific Island with only two villages. One village is inhabited by liars and the other by truth-tellers. You seek the truth-teller village. At a fork in the road, you meet a native Islander. You're allowed to ask him only one question to determine which path to take. What questions do you ask? Is reductionism needed? Which village exists “ultimately” for the man? Which is precisely the one to which the other is reduced? Simply point to either path and ask, “Are you from this village?” If he answers 'yes' then you know you are pointing to the truthful village. If he answers 'no' then you would know it is the lying village. Truth is easy to determine unless your philosophy is that of Eugene O'Neill's,The Iceman Cometh, when he said, “To hell with the truth! World history proves truth has no bearing on anything. It's irrelevant and immaterial, as the lawyers say. The lie of a pipe dream gives life to the whole misbegotten mad lot of us, drunk or sober.”
Falsehoods become revealed on another Island in the Pacific where the memorable Mr. Roarke rarely allowed his guests' fantasies to play out as were expected. He instead used their fantasy to direct awareness of some neglected facet of their own lives. While neither Ricardo Montalban or Herve Villechaize is alive today, we haven't forgotten the characters of Mr. Roarke and his lively sidekick,Tattoo. Turn your imaginations loose and invision the mysterious, debonair Mr. Roarke standing in his white suit waiting for his guests to arrive. As the plane circles over the island preparing to land, Tattoo runs up the main bell tower to ring the bell and shout “De plane! De plane!” He then scrambles to stand beside Mr. Roarke waiting to hear what the nature of each guests fantasy is to be. Today, Mr. Roarke wears discontentment on his face as he watches the plane land and his guest disembark.
Page 2 of 2 - “Mr. Roarke, Mr. Roarke”, Tattoo sputters as his eyes grow wide. “What is Mr. Romney, Mr. Ryan and Mr. Eastwood doing here?”
“Let's be tactful,” Mr. Roarke said as they approach their guests. “I am Mr. Roarke, your host. Under most circumstances, I would be welcoming you to Fantasy Island. Instead, I ask today that you return to the plane for immediate departure. Our Island philosophy is based on principles of honor and truth. Your fantasy, Mr. Ryan, to be a puppeteer pulling Mr. Romney's strings just didn't measure up. The influence of Russian-American novelist, and Atheist Ayn Rand, threaded throughout your policies would place lives of many Americans in jeopardy. Claiming moral agents ought to do what's in their own self-interest and thinking it is rational, doesn't work on this island. You and Mr. Romney should be aware “A half-truth is the most cowardly of lies.” Mr. Roarke turned to Mr. Eastwood and asked, “do you believe the boost you thought America could use when you officially endorsed Romney will come from the boots of Ryan and Romney planted into the kister of the American Middle Class?”
“Could be,” Clint drawled. “But, It doesn't concern me. Ya see, I'm not “Middle Class!”
“Off with you then,” Mr. Roarke ordered, “but do ponder the words of Niccolo Machiavelli.
“It is not titles that honor men, but men that honor titles.” . . . . .And that's my Opinion