Умнички

[arbeka]

Умнички и простые Фили

О том, что умнички в природе и вдали от нас существуют, узнать очень просто. Стоит только заглянуть в Большую энциклопедию или самую маленькую, или не побрезговать тетей Викой.

Вооружившись калькулятором (и ведром водки), можно смело начать отсчет за 5 веков от Р.Х. а то и пораньше.
Конечно-конечно, критерии выделения "умников" затруднены, а затесаться в их нестройную толпу охотников достаточно. Но все же. Можно считать по векам, и (или) странам-континентам, можно по разделам науки-техники или по коэффициент интеллектуального развития. (Как известно, тех младенцев, у которых коэффициент не дотягивал до первой сотни, в древней Спарте равнодушно скидывали с 7 тысячника...).

В давние, только, казалось бы, отшелестевшие, советские годы, спрашивал я училку начальных классов, много ли она видела "на самом деле" талантливых учеников за свою 30 летнюю деятельность? Человека 3 (было) утверждала дама. Из 1500, оченно грубо огрубляя.

Ну, примем 1 талант на 1000 бес. Для верности, увеличим на порядок. Среди 10 000 детенышей затерялся 1 талантливый. В смысле, очень. Сейчас проживает 7 500 000 000 человек.
Если грубая статистика не очень обманывает, стадо из 750 000 умничков разгуливает по планете.

Но, пардон, одних только ученых гораздо больше.
Где я просчитался?

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'I Saw Fit To Remove Her
From The World'
By Aviv Lavie and Moshe Gorali
Haaretz.com
10-31-3


"In my patrol on 12.8.49 I encountered Arabs in the territory under my command, one of them armed. I killed the armed Arab on the spot and took his weapon. I took the Arab female captive. On the first night the soldiers abused her and the next day I saw fit to remove her from the world."

There was a particularly festive atmosphere at the Nirim outpost on August 12, 1949, the eve of Shabbat. A week of dusty patrols and pursuits of infiltrators in the sands of the western Negev desert was at an end, and the commander of the hilltop site, Second Lieutenant Moshe, gave the order to make the preparations for a party. The tables in the large tent that was used as a mess hall were arranged in rows, sweets of various kinds were laid out on them and even a bit of wine was poured, though not enough to get drunk on. At exactly 8 P.M. the soldiers took their places and platoon commander Moshe recited the blessing over the wine. He then gave a Zionist pep talk, reiterating the importance of the unit's mission and the troops' contribution to the infant state. At the order of his deputy, Sergeant Michael, Private Yehuda read from the Bible. When he finished the soldiers burst into song, told jokes, ate and drank. A merry time was had by all.

Shortly before the end of the party, at about 9:30, the platoon commander asked for quiet. He got up and, with a smile on his face, reminded the soldiers about the Bedouin girl they had caught earlier that day during a patrol in their sector. They had brought her to the outpost and she was now locked up in one of the huts.

Platoon commander Moshe said he was putting forward two options for a vote. The first was that the Bedouin girl would become the outpost's kitchen worker; the second was for the soldiers to have their way with her. The proposals got an enthusiastic reception. A melee ensued. The soldiers raised their hands and the second option was accepted by majority vote. "We want to f**k," the soldiers chanted.

The commander decided on the order: Squad A on day one, Squad B on day two and Squad C on day three. The driver, Corporal Shaul, asked jokingly, "And what about the drivers? Are they orphans?" The platoon commander replied that they were part of the staff squad, together with the sergeant, the squad commanders, the cooks, the medic and he himself, of course. He added a threat - if any of the soldiers touch the girl "the tommy [tommy gun] will talk." The soldiers took this as a warning not to violate the order the commander had decreed.