Mister nobody.

Listen carefully, tubey. These deer are very small. These deer... are far away. These, very small. These... far away! Get the idea? No? Hoo, boy. Let's start again...


Ah, it is you, my friend. Welcome to the Cheney Hammer Mill one-room school house, here in the hinterlands (or, more properly speaking, the hinder-lands, since you can do nothing here). Just trying, in my own sorry way, to give the denser among us some semblance of an education. Why? Simple... they're simple. And they live with creatures of quite enormous intellect. I refer not to myself, of course, nor to brother Matt or Johnny White - we're all thick as posts compared to Big Green's scientific contingent. You know who I mean... your Mitch Macaphees, your Trevor James Constables... your doctors Hump. The brain guys. Stubborn as hell, they may be. One is mean as a snake (Mitch). But intellectually, they outpace us by leagues.


So here I am, trying to explain complex spatial relationships to an overgrown sweet potato. (I can hardly wait to show him two-point perspective!) Like most potatoes, the man-sized tuber has eyes, but he cannot see the difference between a porcelain miniature and an 800-pound buck. That will likely be a problem for him as he moves through the world of men. Sadly, there are other dead spots in his noggin, as well. The whole math thing is a big mystery to tubey. He can count the hairs on his tap-root up to the lower double digits, but that's about his limit. And even with the full support of Marvin (my personal robot assistant) as a teacher's aide, I can't get him to recall the six major continents by name. (He calls Australia "Big Zamboola". I mean, that's like calling the Chrysler Building "Fred McMurray".)


Is there anything more depressing than a cruciferous vegetable that will not learn? Of course there is. But that's not the point here. Think of all that the man-sized tuber is missing as a result of his ignorance. Think of the ridicule and degradation he must endure from his more learned colleagues. And anti-Lincoln - what about him? He's as dense as the rest of us. Where the hell is he going in this hyper-competitive world of ours? When society demands success, all he can offer is failure. Like the tuber, he'll be a nothing, a nobody. (Arrogant as he is, of course, he will insist on Mister Nobody.) Hell, don't even get me started on Big Zamboola. He isn't even allowed on public buses, let alone elevators. (Though he can defy gravity, so that's not as much of an issue...)


Back to the books. Damnit, Marvin - what did you do with my third grade primer? Holding up a hot plate? But it's flammable, you imbecile! That's it - take that open seat in the third row. Christ on a bike - we're moving backwards.

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