It’s called analysis, moron. See, there’s this thing we do known as (not to use any big words with four whole syllables like ‘analysis’) ‘figuring out whether a plan will work before you try it’. Which, perhaps, you might try because every other plan you’ve had has failed badly.
As a pit, yes, this is lame. I’m too apoplectic to conjure up a linguistically splendid pitting but needed to vent before my head exploded. However, with the kind assistance of thesaurus.com, I’ll borrow these synonyms for ‘stupid’, ‘bungler’, ‘ass’, and ‘dolt’ which only scratch the surface of my feelings about your fuckwittedness:
ass, blockhead, boob, booby, cretin, dimwit, donkey, dork, dumb ox, dumbbell, dunce, dunderhead, fool, halfwit, ignoramus, imbecile, jackass, jerk, kook, meathead, mental defective, moron, nincompoop, ninny, nitwit, pinhead, pointy head, simpleton, stupid, tomfool, twit, yo-yo, blockhead, bonehead, dolt, donkey, dope, halfwit, idiot, imbecile, jackass, jerk, numskull, schmuck, twerp,airhead, ass, blockhead, bobby, boob, chump, clod, dodo, dope, dumdum, fool, goon, idiot, ignoramus, lamebrain, lunkhead, oaf, sap, simpleton, stupe.
There are some duplications. That only means that you’re doubly so. 2008 is too far away, damnitall. I live for the day when something happens that will finally wipe that smirk off your stupid face. Of course, that would require that you actually comprehend the scope of the damage you’ve wreaked and that means you’d need the ability to - oh - think.