On Planet Dumb, every day is a stupid day. On Planet Dumb, everyone in power is a dunce. On Planet Dumb, the dumber you are, the better. Reason and logic are treated like diseases. Smart people are quarantined in universities in case their contagion of knowledge affects the benighted masses. No need to travel to Planet Dumb. You're already there. Don't worry about applying for your Dunce Passport. It's your birthright. You get it as a matter of course. You can never check out of Planet Dumb. You can never leave. You're here for the duration. Planet Dumb has only one direction - down … down, down, down to ever greater dumbness, to the apotheosis of Dumbery, the nadir (or should that be zenith), of dim-wittedness. Dumb, Dumber, and Dumberer. All the way to the Dumbocalypse, the uttermost conflagration of duncery. The unbearable denseness of being a dope. The rise of the Moron, the triumph of the Cretin. Look on my idiocy, ye silly ones, and despair.