An Iggler is a term I coined long ago for any book or guide that helps a person become less ignorant. There are many different names for these books. Some call them "Books for Dummies", others call them "Guides for idiots", still others claim they are meant to help "Morons". Call them what you will, I simply call them "Igglers". However the word itself, or rather how the word was born, is an entirely different story in its own right; and this, my friends is "The Story of Iggler".

The True Story of Iggler: Revealed

I'm a lazy guy, physically anyway. Mentally I love to learn new things and challenge my brain; but when it comes to good old fashion manual labor, you can count me out. So it should be no surprise that when my wife began nagging me repeatedly to climb underneath the house and partake in the grueling task of repairing the plumbing, which after years of neglect and haphazard "fixes" had become a catacomb of plastic and copper, much of which went nowhere, I was none too eager to take on the job. I immediately began devising intricate plans in order to postpone the work as long as possible. A great deal of this ingenious strategy revolved around my complete denial that I had any understanding of plumbing whatsoever. After all, how could I be charged with the task of repairing the miles of pipes that lied underneath our home if I had no clue how to do so?

My plan was masterful and brilliant in its implementation, and for many weeks I was able to put off this most loathsome of tasks. Unfortunately for me, if nagging were and Olympic sport, my wife would be on a box of Wheaties. She was relentless in her demands. A barrage of nags assailed me day and night, and I assure you my friends, a lesser man might have given in and just fixed those darned pipes. But the level of my laziness was not something to be taken lightly, and like a giant slug, I boldly held my ground.

However, my opponent was cunning and merciless. Like a seasoned general she attacked me on all sides. Commenting on my lack of physical prowess and how a better man would not shirk his responsibilities just because he is lazy. Of course, this tactic had little effect on me. I know I'm lazy. This is not news to me, and I am perfectly happy with my sloth like characteristics. Upon seeing that merely calling me a "wimp" was not bothering me and getting the results she had hoped for, my wife changed directions and began to assault me on a front that did indeed bother me very much. As I said, my opponent was cunning indeed, and knew very well that the way to get to me was not to mock my physical capabilities, but instead belittle my mental capabilities.

She struck blow after blow. Telling me how I was afraid to begin the arduous project because it would be apparent I was not smart enough to figure out how to do it correctly. She began to suggest that if I were as intelligent as I claim to be, I would already know how to do the job and do it right. She knew just where to hurt me, and it wasn't long before my defenses began to falter and I was almost totally defeated.

It was around this time that she said something that would change both of our lives forever. It was a small thing really. I believe her exact words were, "If you are so ignorant you can not fix a simple plumbing problem, you need to get one of those 'Dummy' books and learn how." Although, through her immense anger, her words were not very articulate, they stung me something fierce never the less. The mere thought that I, a highly intelligent, fantastic specimen of manliness would need a book specifically written for people that associate themselves as "Dummies" was hurtful, and infuriating, and unfortunately.. true.

If I were to be honest with myself, my laziness was not the only reason I did not want to tackle the task. I was a scholar, an intellectual, a bona fide, full fledge, self proclaimed genius. NOT a plumber. I did not know PVC from PCP, but did know that I wanted nothing to do with either. So her inflammatory suggestion that I, of all people, would need a "book for Dummies" slowly and begrudgingly began to sink in. I finally came to the conclusion that it seems I always come to in the end.. my wife was right.

I first looked for the information on the internet. Surely there were some simple guides I could find and easily follow on the subject. After sifting through hundreds of websites, who were more interested in selling me overpriced plumbing supplies than teaching me how to actually use them, I did what every defeated "Dummy" does - I headed out to the book store leaving my dignity, or what was left of it, behind me.

The book store can be an intimidating place for a self proclaimed genius. After all, it is filled with books from people who claim to know more about their chosen subject matter than I do; and for an acknowledged, mental narcissist like myself, that is a hard pill to swallow. I held my head low, making sure not to make eye contact with anyone as I crept down aisle after aisle looking for the section where morons were enlightened. Not immediately finding it, I began looking around at the other people in the books store, hoping to spot a group I could immediately recognize as a flock of dummies hovering around a particular section like moths to a porch light.

After several moments of searching and not finding anyone who looked particularly stupid, I managed to spot a sign hanging over a large row that read "Self Help". I darted to the row with impressive speed and agility, hoping only to put an end to this miserable experience as soon as possible. When I got there I was shocked at what I found. The sheer volume of "dummy books" was staggering, and they were not alone. Accompanying them was a bevy of books proclaiming to be for "idiots" and "Morons" and all other offensive adjectives one might use to insult another's intelligence. In fact, at that very moment, I was so overwhelmed with the sheer volume of information targeted at people that did not mind being outright called "stupid" that I had what you might call a revelation.

Perhaps, I began to tell myself, the shame I felt for needing such a book was only in my head. Perhaps there was no shame in it at all. Perhaps, like alcoholism, the first step in curing "stupidity" is to admit you have a problem. Perhaps the only "real" dummies are those who do not seek out information about things they do not know and attempt to learn them. The more I thought about it, the more I began to believe that purchasing such a book was not a badge of shame, but rather a badge of honor.

I thumbed through dozens of the texts and was amazed at the quality of information provided and by how they were so well written they made it all easy to follow and understand. It was then and there that, in my mind, I coined a new word, Igglers. To me the word perfectly described all the books for dummies, morons, and idiots. They were just guides to help one be less ignorant, and no matter how you look at it, that can't be bad.

Not only did I take a very good plumbing book away from that book store, but I also took away a very valuable lesson. A lesson that would literally change my life. I began to remember the trouble I had finding the information I wanted on the internet, and began to think that they should have all this knowledge available quickly and easily, where one can receive the information they need instantly from the privacy of their own home. I even took this thought process a step further. There are tons of dummy books out there, but there are still many important topics that they do not cover, and probably never will. From this, the seeds of Iggler.com were planted.

I immediately began scouring the internet for the most interesting topics to write about, and searched for the correct authors to write them. Only the best experts would do. Those that could teach their vast knowledge in simple terms that anyone could understand. I took on two partners to help me with this giant task, and after an incredible amount of money, sweat, and even a few tears, Iggler.com was born.

I did eventually get around to fixing those pipes, and as usual, when it was all said and done, my wife had won the war. But, in the end, there were no real losers. She got her hot shower, and I started a company that actually helps people, which is pretty rare in this day and age.

It's times like this I can't help but think of that quote made famous George Peppard on the "A-Team" - "I love it when a plan comes together."

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