xkcd says,
A geek, of course, is the guy who bites heads of off chickens at the fair. Let us now follow the adventures of Senator Astute shaking hands and grubbing for votes at the fair. As Larry Gonick points out in his fine book, The Cartoon Guide to Statistics, the good senator’s name is accented on the second syllable. Sure enough, before he knows it, Senator Astute is gazing on imminent birdie death. “Wait! Jim! What on earth are you doing biting heads off chickens?” Mirabile dictu, the geek is Senator Astute’s long lost cousin. One thing leads to another, and the next thing to beer, and before long Cousin Jim has a job in the Senator’s office as the bag man. And business is brisk. Bribes here, bribes there, every day a dozen bribes to pick up and launder. Things are hoppin’, but it sure beats chicken heads.
Well, this goes on for a year or so. Cousin Jim is getting used to the big city ways, the hustle and the money grubbing, and thinks its time a little more of it was his. “Senator, I want a raise.” “You want a raise? You miserable hick. If you don’t like the pay here, go bite a chicken!”
Cousin Jim didn’t like this at all and went straight to the cops. They wired him up, and the rest is history.
And the moral of the story is: Beware of geeks bearing grift.
Where are the Trojan (NOT USC of which I am an alumnus) War characters Odysseus, Hector, et al?
Trojans? I’m sure everyone in Senator Astute’s office practices safe sex.
Even though great Homer never knew of that device, I must say touche!
A wise warning to us all.
In days of old,
when men were bold,
yet Trojans not invented,
a linen sock,
provided block,
thus progeny prevented.
Studies show that wool socks offer much more effective prevention.