the one-eyed git

And here I thought it was an outside joke, like the one we'd pull in college after reading Freud. We'd prearrange a meeting with some unsuspecting schlub and tell the joke about the two Eskimos sitting on the iceberg and one of them points up into the sky and says, "Radar!" Everyone would then break up laughing leaving the poor schlub wondering what was so funny. We'd patiently explain to him that he obviously hadn't understood Chapter Seven on dream analysis which he would go back and reread to no avail. This could be repeated a great number of times depending on the schlubitude index of the victim.