I tell you intelligence is a curse. Look

I tell you intelligence is a curse. Look at me. I used to be among the heavenly host, looked upon with favor by the Almighty, but I could see that Eden could be so much more if

there was only one of those Skandia amusement park. But because I had my own original thought I was thrown out of Eden on my ear. Shucks. Excuse me for thinking.

We are not supposed to think critically, but its the status quo at Folding Story. It still is, almost three years later. Critical thinking was the forgotten component of education

Students today expected each answer to arrive as fast a Google search with 2 inch high friction shoes. They've lost the mind to do arithmetic unless it involves likes or a slide

whistle. Well, to be accurate, they wanted TEST answers that quickly. Teachers want volunteerism right away. That's how capitalism works. But I'm not a capitalist--I'm a flamingo!

"I'm sure you are," said Nurse Ratched with death-like calm in her voice, "but at Fairview, we expect you to keep you head right-side up when you eat, even if you are a flamingo."

as a lobotomized McMurphy slumped, drooling. “I know Mr. McMurphy’s NOT a flamingo, Mr. Cheswick,” said Nurse Ratched as she placed a pointy hat on his head. ”He’s a garden gnome!”

McMurphy was beyond such an ignominious end. The attendants walked the drooling McMurphy to stand in the garden. His pointy hat did little to curtail the rain. His frontal lobe

had been removed some time back, so that explained a lot. And so he stood in the rain, just staring at nothing in particular. Some say he's still standing there to this very day.