As a child, all I ever wanted from the dim-witted was to be left alone. And they could not, would not, do that! Now, I don't hate them, perhaps because over the last three decades I've successfully managed to arrange my life to minimize my daily contact with normal people. I can go days without ever speaking so much as a single word to anyone with an IQ below 120.
That made me laugh.
Two years ago, I was in a food joint. When I started to order my food, the voice of a mouse came out. It was confusing. What the hell is going on? Then it hit me: I hadn't talked to anyone in a week!
But while I don't blame the dim for their lack of intelligence, I find that I can't blame the intelligent individuals who hate and despise them after enduring years of malicious abuse at their hands either. Because dim or not, it's really not difficult to simply leave people the hell alone.
Oh, that would be lovely.