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The Moronic Genius:

On the long and winding road of life, there are many wondrous and heartwarming souls who will wander across your path and bring you great joy and happiness.

This article is not about them.

This article is about their antithesis, their polar opposites: the anti-Christ versions of these people.

This article is about those individuals whose very name brings bile to your lips, whose voice is pure agony and whose very presence represents torture that would disturb Edgar Allan Poe.

Last month, we talked about the "witless pudding heads" of the world. This month is devoted to a close relative of that walking abortion of nature: The Moronic Genius.

This guy still lives in his parent’s basement when he‘s not at a Star Trek convention, wears the same clothes every day, and his best friend is his cat "Bobo". Either that, or he wears a postal uniform and call himself Cliff.

Either way, he is still the same....he is the man who knows everything and has done everything. Just ask him!

Hell...you don’t even have to ask him do you now? Hell no! He’ll let ya know anyway, won’t he? Just so you can benefit from his vast experience. Yessir, he’s chock full of useless and inaccurate information, and he is not afraid to share...and share...and share.... We all know him. He’s always talking about how he really invented the modern boiler, but Cleaver Brooks stole it from him. He’s also the only one who ever does anything of significance at work: hell, he’s the only one who does anything at work dontcha know.

Yup, without him, the plant would come to a screeching halt.

Never mind the facts, they’re far too limiting for this guy. Let’s not confuse the issue by allowing reality to enter the situation. The conventional wisdom of modern society, science, and hygiene are all merely the senseless rhetoric of the unenlightened masses to him.

No, trying to use the truth with this guy will only bring you pain. He will weave a dizzying cloud of otherworldly logic and rationalization which would turn Einstein into a blathering idiot.

"Bob, you do realize that searching for a natural gas leak with a welding torch can be dangerous?"

"Naw", replies Bob with the air of confidence that only comes from the truly clueless. "The only SURE way to find a leak, ya know".

He will then launch into a lecture on the inaccuracies of methane gas sniffers and little known facts about the link between soap bubble tests and global warming.

And as you listen on, struggling to maintain your sanity, he will break into a mantra about the many other personal discoveries he has made in the field of science, like the many medical benefits of being a social outcast.

"Bob, I’ve noticed that the dingy beige of your shirt matches your teeth perfectly".

"Well" says Bob, "...I look at it this way...."

And once more, the journey of discovery into the wonderfulness of "Bob" will begin.

There is an old saying, "Better to remain silent and let people think that you are an idiot, than to open your mouth and remove all doubt".

I guess that’s one of the few things Bob does not know.


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