There comes a time in every nerd's life when they awaken in the morning and stare up at their spackled snot stained ceiling and without malice or forethought they announce to the God fearing world a wholly realized and purely altruistic, "f@#k it". Splitting the atomic fabric of society, a release of energy capable of leveling tall egos erupts like ripples of salt laden ocean fury, wave upon wave of raw power crushing the rocky hills and valleys that once defined the boundaries of "cool", pounding cliques into irrelevant pools of insignificant waste. There is nothing more powerful than a geek who refuses to bow to the shame of society. When the brain wakes up and realizes it can wear the skin of the whole without fear of retribution, the nerd, like a bloated caterpillar curls up and emerges from its cocoon as a fully realized organism, stronger for the abuse, seasoned with independent thought and calcified in creative armor.
If this is my dogma, then I must profess a belief that when the jocks win, society loses. All anyone has to do is look around at how the world has been run for the last eight years. I, personally, blame all of this mess on High School Musical. How can our society feel sympathy for the football hero? When we value the empathy of the quarterback over the nerd, we are all lost. We must teach our children so they will know. Bring back the Goonies, Gremlins and Ghostbusters. I don't want to live in a future where nerds are not allowed to break the world, and then fix it. I believe in the ending where Napoleon Dynamite gets to dance and where the scientist gets the girl. I fear that, so long as the Cheetah Girls are famous, there is very little hope for America.
ps.... My bat, demon thingy looks a bit like Bartok... synapses and grooves on the brain. Oh well. It's all in good fun.