If the Big Guy in the sky wanted to measure the collective IQ of his people, he might give them a simple problem with some incentive to solve it. “I think I’ll send a virus that kills but can be easily guarded against.
Let’s see which of my people can figure out that by simply not coughing, breathing or sneezing on each other they can protect themselves until I send them the vaccine antidote. Heck, I’ll even let most know it’s coming in advance so they can study up and show me how bright they are.” Most of his people around the globe figured it out fast, almost instantly and God was pleased. But not in my house.In my realm those with the upper hand earned a sub-average rating, with a good number designated as idiots. So, I ask God, what are we to do?“
The modestly IQed are easily confused,” he responded. “Perhaps if you line up America’s dead end to end and ask them to count. The 211 mile walk it will take them to do so may bring them to the light.”
