Heh, a friend of mine up in Canadia posted this exchange in her Livejournal after Pope John Paul II died:
“I just can’t understand why all those people would make such a big deal over the funeral of someone they’ve never even met!”
“I know, Catholics are so silly! So, are you going to watch Charles and Camilla’s wedding on TV?”
“Oh, of course! I’m so excited!”
Oh, and this was in response to Ludovic’s post, it isn’t really so indicative of stupidity as a sort of socio-centrism.
Was it Laura Nyro? 
Ha! My husband’s cousin once inserted this gem into the conversation, “If you believe in evolution, then you think God is a monkey!!” The guy was nearly frothing at the mouth.
You were partly right. The aorta itself runs up from the heart, but from there branches into other main arteries, including the descending aorta. The knife might have hit that, I suppose. 
There was only about 8 people that the tag could have belonged to. The lady in question knew all of them by name and face. And they were all in close proximity. So yeah, it was a dumb question.
Considering that past winners include Henry Kissenger and Yasser Arafat, they might not be too far off.
In my tenth grade child development class, one of our assignments was to watch a children’s show and do a report on it. One girl did a Christmas special, and then, she said her problem with it is that they mentioned God and Jesus and what not.
Teacher: And?
Stupid Girl: But what if the parents don’t want their kids to believe that?
Um, honey, if that’s the case, wouldn’t they not really celebrate Christmas? Or just tell their kids it’s a story?
Duh.
YEAH!! I was partly right! Take that, old man!
Ahem.
Perhaps the show didn’t just mention Jesus and God, but claimed that they actually exist, and that it’s good to believe in them. If so, I take side with the stupid girl.
My BIL is notorious for intaking random bits of information, jumbling it up in his brain, then spewing it out his mouth. It always starts with “A :insert type of specialist, depending on subject: told me this…”
In most cases, there’s still barely enough logic in the statement, that you can figure out how he got it mixed up. Except for the following:
“The veterinarian told me that the reason dogs get worms, is because if they have fleas, the fleas will sometimes crawl inside the dog’s butt and turn into worms.”
When I hear about people like this I want the country to institute some sort of test before you’re allowed to vote. Mark my words, that woman votes every year.
I’m not sure what you’re ing, but a “bye” means they’re not playing this week.
More than partly! More than partly! I’ve seen lotsa fatal abdominal strikes that didn’t hit the abdominal aorta. The liver bleeds like stink and it’s big. A spleen shot can be fatal. Don’t forget the kidney and the renal vein! And the inferior vena cava. Not to mention an upward strike from the belly gets the heart!
I’m totally on your side!
Lemme at him, lemme at him. I’ll pulverize him.
YOU WIN
Well, if you choose to write about a CHRISTmas show, you shouldn’t complain that it has Jesus in it! Duh.
I was setting up for a banquet just last week with a woman who had just been hired. We were setting the water glasses out when she commented that a lot of the glasses were filled to the top. I nearly laughed out loud when she said, (and she was serious, folks)
“We might have to pour a little water out of some of these because when the ice melts, you know they’re gonna overflow.”
Okay, I can see how his convoluted, misheard logic resulted in that statemet. Fleas can infect a dog with worms if they carriers and the first place many people know about worms is when they come out the butt or in poo, so yeah.
But of course, the vet probably didn’t say that the fleas crawl in the dogs butt; your BIL’s head is apparently like a blender.
Well, you can see the place where he was born, or the place where he died, or the place where his daughter Susanna lived, or the place where his wife lived before they married, or the place where his mother lived before she married his father. Or, since the town’s one claim to fame is that it’s the birthplace of the the greatest writer in this or any other language, you could visit anyone of the dozen or so additional Shakespeare-themed attractions, museums, theaters, and so forth where you’ll find out just how much we really know about Shakespeare’s life and times. Which, as it turns out, is rather considerable.
I’d say that’s more ignorant than stupid. After all, it’d happen with pretty much any other liquid-solid matrix. I thought the same way for a long time, since I never bothered to let the ice in my drink melt before I drank it.
My wife is a professor of music history. She was once told by a colleague, in all seriousness:
“A period of complexity in musical style is usually followed by a period of simplicity.”