An Extended Metaphor, or Scott Walker is a Douchebag

This is an extended metaphor, so bear with me. I admit fully that the situation I'm about to present to you will take a little stretching of your imagination, but we'll get there in the end, I promise. I'll take you down to Mordor and then right back to the Shire. So keep that in mind when examining this hypothetical, okay?

So let's say that you're in elementary school. Let's say that you're in fifth grade, the highest of the high, the mightiest of the mighty at that young age. Let's say, too, that there are just a ton of kids in your school, a couple hundred in each grade. There's a huge playground, with tons to do; there's four square, there's a baseball diamond, a soccer field, a football field, hell even a separate kickball diamond. There's a playground and a swing set and hey even a rugby pitch, a teeter totter and some monkey bars. Maybe even multiples of each. It's a fantasy, let's go with it.

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America Hates Intelligence

I’m smart.

You can call that statement arrogant, if you want. You are also welcome to challenge it, if you’d like. What you’ve read on this blog should be enough to convince you either way if I am or not.

It’s not necessarily important in this context if I am smart or not. More important is that my peers have considered me smart. This comes with a variety of connotations, of course. I have been called the whole gamut of childish insults associated with being intelligent (nerd, geek, dweeb, dork, etc.).

All of them are true, of course. I love Harry Potter and Star Wars, for fuck’s sake.