Is dull-witted non-genius Chuck Nevius qualified to determine who on this Great Blue Marble is a genius?
Nooooope! Decidedly nope. (Hey, is promoting a one-megawatt turbine on the bottom of the briny briny bay for a zillion dollars of Other Peoples’ Money, is that a stroke of genius too? Noooope! Actually, it’s the opposite. Now, you could do it if you really, really wanted to, to prove a point, with OPM, but what would be the point to that? Hey, did a woman actually lose her job because she didn’t get some poms poms and go over to Raccoon Straight to start cheering for the one-megawatt turbine? Yuuuuup. Isn’t that sad?)
But, you say, The Nevius, he makin’ $100 an hour working part-time with full benefits – he must be a genius! Now, I’ll grant you that he’s fortunate, damn fortunate, but my point stands.
Bonus round: “Nevius Survives Pie* Attack.”
Can you you see him talking to a waiter at a restaurant, he’d be all like, “Nevius would like a glass of water.” Or, “After dessert, Nevius is going to take you home and then Nevius is going to rock your world.”
Final Jeopardy: “Porsche-Driving Porsche Owner Drives a Porsche.” Has the Nevius seen fit to ensure that Our Paper of Record has made mention of some real estate lady’s gussied up Volkswagen Touareg crossover six times the past two months? Is this a kind of MSM blow-job, where tout le monde can bear witness to somebody’s six-percenting skillz? Apparently.
In closing, Nevius!
*Does The Nevius just loooove that he got pie’d (sort of) by a petite woman the other day? Hells yes.