Not really. An operational brain against a weak Brit radish.
This is fun. Let me set the scene. My wife went to the Amish Market for oodles of good food. I was left alone with the deerhound, the pug and the injured orange cat. Also, the Ohio State-Michigan football game. She knew I had big concerns. Michigan stopped winning long ago and their team really sucks this year. The Buckeyes are like other teams we know, slow to anger and flex their muscles.
So I didn’t watch the beginning at all. I watched, sort of, a silly romantic movie called “The Lake House” and browsed Facebook, where I discovered someone had taken a casual swipe at me. I alerted him that that was a wrong thing to do. He wanted to get it on.
I’m showing you the whole exchange. It’s pretty funny. He patronizes me from the outset and continues to joust for quite a while without ever citing a single fact to back up his uninformed opinion.
He gets the last word, of course. It’s his proof of triumph. Never mind that he didn’t make a single point.
It’s just the way lefties are. If you cite facts, those facts were made up by righties like yourself. They never have to cite facts because everyone they know agrees with them, unless they’re righty dimwits. Their first resort is always insult.
What’s fun is that this is a laboratory exercise, a proof if you will, of how their damaged minds work. They don’t make any argument and then pronounce themselves victors by virtue of their impeccable arrogance. It’s also always more fun when such trolls are Brits. They presume they are better educated. But they can no longer write at all. Or think at all. They’re just dead minds on the vine.
My dare still stands: “Wait till you turn your head, white boy.”
P.S. Yes, Ohio State won. Don’t congratulate me all at once. My mother and her parents went there. When they win this game, for me it’s like a family reunion.