Preface: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Being Retar[1]
Dear reader
in the future,
There's a thing called education
back in 2025 that trying to produce brilliant people
(Homo Sapiens) by showing them knowledge
in some way and filter them by test
to get a bunch of so-called genius
to lead their way of thinking and producing more knowledge
for future education
, and those who's unable to complete this process for any reasons are called retards
which means person
with intellectual impairment
.
Actually, many of those retard
people
has a normal functioning brain
, but stucked from getting knowledge because of various reasons like can't remember things, can't parse complex grammar, or lack of imagination for abstract expression and totally gave up learning.
There's another thing widely used in 2025's geek
community, which is composed by random people
doing genius
's work: RTFM
(Read The Fucking Manual), by letting people figure out what to do according to the existing materials.
The approach of this course is not to create london-taxi-drivery people
to storage every name and sentence of definition for all problems they could face in their future intellectual activities.
P.S
They have a ridiculously huge
hippocampus
(The part of brain that functioning as the encoder/decoder to write long-term memories into your brain), and the ultimate form of this horrifying memory is actually calledSavant Syndrome
which has ultra strong memory and usually come with autism andintellectual impairment
, which is way more close to the real definition of retard.
Instead of using and test
ing the brain
as a storage media, I wanna develop a systematic logic
structure for any people
with a functioning brain or equivalent system to correctly understand and use any part of the current logic
within the scope of human knowledge based on minimum prior logic
, and hopefully for anyone seriously read and think that way, they can jump up from their seat and say:
"Mein Führer! I can think!"[1]
Best wishies,
Sol
Jul 5, 2025
Reference:
[1] Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb. Directed by Stanley Kubrick, Columbia Pictures, 1964.