On the occasion of the amnesty of a gypsy woman with stage four cancer (life was much more unpleasant than the trial, and it is not at all certain that being released from punishment in court will make much difference in life) I will think about matters that I have wanted to talk about for a long time, but there was no suitable opportunity. It will be long and will make you sink, and even think about it - I warned you.
Information gypsies, like the military hen, like fortune tellers, sorcerers, wizards, witches or fortune tellers, like frothing schizopatriots, like garbage bugs, like life or business coaches, like clickbait media, like other similar people who are too lazy to keep writing, exist to express the best wishes of tourism. The most evolutionarily ancient structures of the brain - I don't know what would be more accurate here). Everyone has these outlines, but not everyone is in control - and it is precisely the controlling contingent that is the target audience for all of the above. This department is quite large, it will certainly make up a dozen or two percent of the population. And its numbers are sufficient for all of the above to flourish without suffering from a lack of food supply.
To say that the entire department is completely socially insolvent would be wrong - among them you can find citizens with positions, businesses and even some piece of power. What unites him is actually something else: the delegation somewhere outside the authority to shape its own world picture. Underdevelopment, up to complete degeneration, of critical thinking skills. A general lack of maturity, understood in this context mainly as a transition, again, outside of responsibility for anything bad that may happen to the subject. All this may not interfere with the presence of any signs of sociability and even success, but no such signs will eliminate the subject's ability to be commercially profitable controlled by fake inflated authorities, in whose presence the subject can only be called a subject by way of sarcasm.