This year we decided not to run the post about the dumb ass Ambot who lost his phone at Amway WWDB Spring Leadership. Quick recap: dumb fuck Amway Ambot puts his phone down to record and then buggers off to do something else. When he returns the phone is gone. LOL! Then the Ambot wastes everyone’s time by phoning everyone in crossline to see if they’ve seen his fucking phone LOL! But anyway another time that post ran one of our readers had this to say:
Anna, this story reminded me of
something that I have often noticed about the difference between intelligent
and not-so-intelligent people.
This Amway bozo misplaces his cellphone. Instead of just dealing with the
problem himself, by tracing his steps and searching, he rushes to call up other
people to see if they can help him.
When stupid people lose something, they always start screaming “Help! Help!
I've lost my...” (as if other persons were somehow responsible for the loss).
And when other people say that they have no idea where the thing is, the stupid
person nevertheless keeps on talking endlessly and pointlessly with them, as if
a long conversation would solve the problem!
If the loser would think rationally for a minute, he'd see the futility of his
actions. When another person has stolen your phone, they aren't going to admit
the fact when you call up to question them. And if other persons had any clue
about where your cellphone was, they'd have told you about it immediately. So
WHY THE FUCK are you carrying on a long and useless conversation with them? Are
you looking for sympathy or condolences or a shoulder to cry on? Grow the fuck
up and buy a new cellphone.
This correlates with another thing I've noticed about stupid people -- they
have trouble saying their goodbyes quickly. An intelligent person shakes your
hand, smiles, says goodbye cheerfully and concisely, and is then out the door.
A non-intelligent person drags out his goodbye like the death-scene in an
opera. He stands there whining and sighing and schmoozing with you, talking
endlessly, bringing up something new to mention, and never getting his
goddamned ass out of the door! He'll take an hour to say goodbye and leave.
It's like in Romeo and Juliet, where the parting lasts forever.
I think we have here a real symptom of the kind of cultic mentality that
governs Amway thinking. The idea is this: ALL OF MY AMWAY ASSOCIATES ARE MY
BROTHERS! WE ARE A TEAM! WE SHARE OUR PROBLEMS! WE HELP EACH OTHER! IF I'M IN A
JAM, MY AMWAY BROTHERS ARE OBLIGED TO AID ME!
And this helps to explain why that stupid bozo kept your husband on the phone
forever, discussing a lost cellphone. It's a pathetic cultic need to interact
constantly with your Amway associates.
Intelligent persons are not “part of a team.” They are independent thinkers.
And they are smart enough to take care of their property and not lose it.