I spent time yesterday recovering from a backcountry ski day on Sat that turned into a Quantico death march because of angry feet resulting from an initial in-boots 1.5 mile hike to snowline plus a fast pace on the uphill resulting in near-bonk on the long steep bootpack to the summit for the big open face loaded with pretty good corn but great turns on the way down then more podalgia for the first return skin but decent enough turns on the next ridge descent followed by 0.5 mi down-hike in patchy terrain where I was already eager to shuck the boots and go barefoot on snow then saved only by one of my friends being generous enough to lend me his running shoes which he was smart enough to use for the initial 1.5 mi hike proving his strategic superiority as I'd chosen willfully to leave my shoes at the truck when heading up the first 1.5 mi hike. As any idiot so strategically hobbled would have done, "recovering" became reading the Genius e-Commentary regarding Sunday's political landscape. The feet would not support cutting the lawn as that would have caused shoe-rub on the bipedal big blister situation, the legs would not support a bike ride as that would have caused seizure of the overworked biomachinery. Yes, the idiot move said "go read some of the Genius Class".
It's the idiot move because every time I read the Genius Class, I can only respond this way to what I find in my readings:
And you could rightly inquire: "well then, who are the Genius Class?"
They're whomever you're reading and regurgitating on the strategic grounding of "defensible, because expert."
-- Chet Redweld, of the Hamburger Feet victim category