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That moment when…the raging idiot you work with once again leverages her loud extroversion to make it seem she’s some sort of intellectual powerhouse, and lesser minds than even hers (a frightening prospect in itself) lavish her with praise for that alleged cognitive adroitness.

You sit at your desk and wonder if they are talking about the same moron.

How deep do the veins of idiocy run in this world?