In The Book of Moron, Robert Dubac portrays an everyman who has lost sight of the bigger picture. He’s been bombarded by so much hype and spin that he can’t remember who he is or what he believes. Can he think for himself? Is the truth in the details or in the pudding? He hasn’t a clue.

Stuck in a coma of stupidity (his IQ has dropped to Q) he racks his brain searching for answers but finds nothing but voices. Inner voices that take him on a freight train of provocative thought to find the bigger picture and wake up from the dumbing down of modern-day life. Having been brainwashed by a culture that worships Kardashians over character, delusion over truth, and selfies over self-effacement, can he snap out of it?