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My grandfather spoke. “This guy was asplittitizmo.” “Asplittiti-what?” “Asplittitizmo. You don’t know asplittitizmo? It’s a guy who half of the people, they think he’s crazy. But the other half of the people, no, they don’t think he’s crazy. They think he’s just a plain stupid. Asplittitizmo: half the people think he’s crazy, the other half, he’s just a plain stupid. When you meet someone who’s asplittitizmo you gotta pick whether you think he’s crazy or just plain stupid. You make a your choice. You pick. You know what you become when you pick?” “What?” “A crazy stupid picking idiot.”
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