Poor me. I’m such a clown. I made an incorrect prediction about an election. How will I ever live with the humiliation?
You still don’t get it.
It’s not that you made a wrong prediction, it was the asshole way you did it and the clear anticipation you had in rubbing all the conservatives’ noses if Coakley had won.
It wasn’t simply “Coakley can still pull it, dudes”, because she was very close and could have easily done it. It was more like “Coakley can still pull it, dudes, and I’m going to gang-rape you mothers when she wins you stupid, evil, Palin-lonvin’ ignorants”, that was the tone, sweetie.
You’re not that good to get a pitting for simply making a mistake, don’t flatter yourself. You didn’t miss a 57-yard field against the wind, it was way worse than that. You missed it after putting on the Superbowl ring because you were going to nail it.
This is actually a good question, but I’m not sure anyone can get 100% unbiased numbers for that.
Yes, you are a clown but that’s beside the point. Like I said, I look forward to more of your smug, condescending “predictions” in the months to come.
You are one of the most entertaining personalities on the board. Thank you.
Well, if you really want to rub it in, you could point out all the stuff you’ve been right about, lately. That would be totally a burn on him.
You miss an important distinction. Two, actually:
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people are not laughing at you because you picked incorrectly. I’ll leave you to figure out the actual reason.
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clowns get people laugh at them intentionally.
He is already totally burned. I will say though, I was right about the Vikings kicking the Cowboys ass, and rubbed it in with smug condescension.
And i will predict the Saints will kick the Vikings ass tomorrow, and if I lose i will cry like a little bitch if that will make you happy.
I second the prediction and the crying.
Well. I’m somewhat ambivalent about that. For one thing, New Orleans needs it a hell of a lot more than we do.
Other thing is, if the Vikings win the Super Bowl, Minnesota will once again fall into wild depravity, like after the World Series. Car horns were heard as late as* two o’clock in the morning!*
There was some talk of turning out the National Guard, as well as the Lutheran Brotherhood.
The difference, as I’m sure you’re aware, is that contrary to death panels and FEMA concentration camps, evil (or let’s say “amoral,” by their very nature) corporations and “the rich” exist, and have existed since long before the U.S. was a Teletubbies’ paradise of noble savages. And that unlike imaginary death panels and concentration camps, corporations and the Rich do engage in activities, behaviors, and machinations that have a direct and profound effect on the lives of everyone in this country (and the rest of the world).
Other than that, it’s a spot-on comparison.
You go Che.
While you prepare your devastating point-by-point refutation of my radical statements, I’ll be over here combing my moustache.
You have to respect the Lutheran Brotherhood, but you need to fear the Ladies Auxiliary. They have hotdish, and are not afraid to use it.
It’s the lutefisk you have to watch out for.
You’ve gotta know, Vinyl Turnip, that if the only reply to one of your comments is “oh ya, well you’re a commie”
You must be doing something right.
MMmm…lutefisk. Yummy. Maybe with a nice haggis on the side…
-XT
I once bought lutefisk thinking it was monkfish. I have no idea why, but good lord, what a debacle.
Its not “lute” like the totally gay English guitar. The “lute” in lutefisk means…well, really, you don’t want to know. Forget I even mentioned it…
“If anyone dareses to risk me 'fisk,” he warned, “it’s *BOFF *and it’s WHAM, understand?”
Oh, Popeye. Why didn’t I take heed?
Saints win! (that was fucking close)
There’ll be no girl-like crying.