Just wondering if you understand this IQ thing. So nobody here has an IQ of 40. At that IQ, one would be suffering from serious mental retardation. I also remember you saying **** like "Trump has an IQ of 160". That's off the charts. Possibly higher than Einstein.
I can't tell if it's hyperbole, or if you just don't know how IQ works.
The IQ "score" is a silly made-up idea with no objective reality. It presumes to be a statistical distribution with a mean and average of 100. I am not certain about this point, but I believe the statistical distribution figures correlate to imply that 90% of the class will be between 80 and 120. and 99% will be within the range 60-140. Or something like that. I got Trump's IQ from a bit of Yahoo click-bait, and it was 158, and with such authoritative precise data value that it would be unwise for anyone to question it....
According to my uncle, who had the results in hand, my IQ in the fourth grade was 40, and by the twelfth grade it was 140. With that kind of data, extrapolated another 40 years, I can scientifically project my current IQ at an impressive 640. With all the certainty that by 2050 the Earth's atmosphere will be 1 degree warmer. Of course, as we all know, extrapolation is the heart of truth, and nothing Trumps those as-yet-unmeasured stretches of any line of projection.
What I don't understand is how anyone can just refuse to believe such science.
Einstein was a dunce who flunked math and had an IQ of 72, and he was unfortunately misunderstood on the subject of relativity because nobody could follow his rambling math equations, which somebody found in the margins of his 5th grade slate, mistaking his doodle for something smart.....
The reason everybody thinks Einstein was smart is just because some progressive ideologues decided to destroy the foundations of logic and use the doodles to fantasize about time travel in little police call-boxes called "The Tardus".
And, finally, according to what I was personally told by someone who did know him, "Einstein didn't know beans", and therefore neither does my nuclear physicist brother. Except my brother and I both hoed fields of beans in the hot summer sun, and tied the runners up on trellises, and picked the pods and shelled them in the fall. And ate them. Sometimes boiled, sometimes raw.
Curiously, Einstein couldn't walk across the campus at Princeton and not wonder what those plants were, and had the astonishing lack of pretense it takes to ask direct simple questions, like "What are those?".....
Which gave the short little farm-boy at his side the lifetime of exhilaration of telling students he knew more about beans than Einstein.
