An allegory about Clay Travis.
A group of terrorists speeds down a highway in an explosive-laden truck to hurl themselves headlong into a supermarket full of innocent civilians.
Clay Travis looks through the eyepiece of the TOW guided missile, places the reticle squarely on the terrorist truck and squeezes the trigger. The missile speeds toward the truck, correcting its trajectory to coincide with the position of the reticle on the target. Clay Travis then sets down the guidance unit, pops open a beer, and starts practicing his comedy routine "You might be a hillbilly" for amateur night at the Comedy Barn in Maryville. Meanwhile, the TOW missile heads toward its unsuspecting target, which the guidance system now inadvertently points toward, and then smashes head on into the supermarket.
Clay doesn't see the explosion because he is busy practicing his next line, "if you've ever sat in the hot tub with tennstud wearing only your coonskin cap, you might be..."
BOOM!!! The blast reverberates and shakes the ground. Clay looks up and sees the terrorist vehicle slam into the already smoldering and demolished supermarket and explode.
"You pay $45K for a missile and it can't hit a slow VW van? Oh, well. The supermarket looked like it was already burning when the terrorists exploded their bomb, so I guess it wouldn't have mattered anyway. Comedy Barn, here I come. Now where'd I put that beer."
Clay Travis might be intelligent. If so, he is wasting his potential. Apparently, being 15 again is his goal in life.