That’s thal and tard smooshed into one word. This guy explains why. He’s pretty neat.
Fairly recently, Cleve ended one of his posts by hypothesizing that “melonheads” must have had a love-hate relationship with the neanderthals. He can only speak to his side of the equation, but he thinks he is correct. I can only speak to mine, but I too think he is correct. Between the two of us we appear to have bridged the gap.
Look, what do Atlanteans respect more than anything else?
What do neanderthals tend to possess in far greater quantities than the Lulu hordes?
In this regard, ‘thals tend to win our respect.
That’s the “love” half of our love-hate relationship. As for the “hate” half, well, have you ever met ‘thals? Lulus may be mindless automatons, but ‘thals can be the biggest pain in the ass of anything that walks this earth. They are eccentric, neurotic blockheads with no taste for nuance, subtlety, or the sublime grandeur of the world around us. They are rigid and stiff not just in their beliefs, but in every imaginable aspect, right down to the way they walk. No fluidity. No grace. It is difficult to respect a thing like that.
So the point is he’s right. This is one of the reasons I often call thals “retarded”. We’re kind of retarded sometimes. In some areas that seem basic to neurotypical folks, we are completely hopeless. John C. Wright illustrates this here:
There was the time I was lost looking for my own house, and I went up to a girl on the street and said, “Pardon me, miss, could you tell me if the Wright family lives on this block?” and she answered, “Daddy, that is our house over there.”
Okay, so that did not exactly literally happen, but things like that do happen to me. Like all men, I am ‘smart’ in the things I am good at, like putting words together in a row or solving logic puzzles or analyzing abstract concepts, and ‘stupid’ in things I am bad at, like counting over ten without taking off my shoes, remembering my children’s names, or my phone number, social security number, birthday, anniversary, or how to drive a kids to a Boy Scout meeting one block away without getting lost.
Comment by John C. Wright
The definitive IQ list
Ditto. When I went a-socializing yesterday the location was 10 miles away. I got lost three times and spent an hour driving.
Here’s a more general excerpt by Michael Woodley, courtesy Bruce Charlton:
Dr Michael Woodley of Menie, from the Free University of Brussels, believes that individuals who can be classified as geniuses have brains that are wired differently and are programmed to be unable to deal with small details. “They’re incapable of managing normal day to day affairs,” says Dr Woodley.
“History is littered with anecdotes of geniuses who fail at the most spectacularly mundane tasks. Einstein got lost on one of his sojourns in Princeton, New Jersey. He went into a shop and said, ‘Hi, I’m Einstein, can you take me home please?’ He couldn’t drive and the small things that most people take for granted were totally beyond his capabilities.”
Dr Woodley believes geniuses are “literally not hardwired to be able to learn those kind of tasks. Every time they attempt to allocate the effort into dealing with the mundanities in life they’re constitutionally resisted; their brains are not capable of processing things at that low level.”
Genius, Dr Woodley says, can be found in people with modestly high levels of psychoticism [often typified by interpersonal hostility] and very high intelligence, with IQs scores of more than 140 or 150. Furthermore they are, he says, often asexual as their brains use the space allocated to urges such as sexual desire for additional cognitive ability.
Why Do Geniuses Lack Common Sense?
Wow, that turned into a lot of words, and I barely wrote any of them! Now I know how Steve Sailer does it.