Of course, one could say that the whole thing is ludicrous. However, as John McGiver points out to us time after time, we are all nothing; we are just an unrecognizable piece of America. He uses an almanac to see just how insignificant he is. It becomes his purpose to put himself into the statistical records as a somebody. He does this by finding categories that have less people in them and then finding out a way to join that group. Unfortunately, the statistics he chooses are those that involve murder and other acts of violence. He lives with a virago of a sister who has cut off every chance of him being happy. She is about as slimy as any villain with a pencil thin mustache. She becomes furious when he tries to avoid their weekly Chinese Checkers game (a perfectly dull game for incredibly dull people). She harasses and belittles him. Had he wished to join a positive statistical group, things might have worked out better. But she has stolen any resolve he has had. Anyway, there is one page in the almanac and that is the driving force. McGiver is quite good in this. He literally carries on conversations with himself and goes about things in a most business-like way.