Cant fix stupid

Yeah— Not a person, it’s a pattern I keep noticing Confidence divorced from any kind of discipline Opinions fully formed, never questioned once Like certainty alone is evidence enough Can’t fix stupid—no, it’s deeper than a flaw It’s comfort in not thinking, dressed up as a law Rejecting every doubt like it’s somehow weak While reality bends every time they speak It’s not loud ignorance, that’s easy to dismiss It’s the polished kind that swears it can’t miss Well-spoken, well-dressed, fundamentally wrong Building shaky conclusions and calling them strong They don’t want truth—they want reinforcement Facts get filtered through personal endorsement So the answer’s decided before it begins And logic just decorates whatever fits in I’ve seen intelligence used like a mask Cherry-picked data to soften the gaps It’s not what they don’t know—it’s what they refuse A quiet kind of arrogance dressed up as views So I stopped trying to sharpen what won’t take an edge Some minds aren’t built to walk out on that ledge They’d rather stay certain than risk being wrong Even if “right” was gone all along Can’t fix stupid—but that’s not the sting It’s how often it passes for everything Authority, insight, the voice of the room— When it’s just empty certainty filling the gloom.