It's not like I live for this sort of thing but, really, for someone who once accused me of being his "obsessed stalker," Weasel Boy seems to make a living out of tracking my spoor around the Internets, apparently leaving a comment here shortly after I blogged about some postings on that site.
And WB's contribution to the lively and occasionally thought-provoking dialogue in the comments section there, regarding his opinion of award-winning economist Paul Krugman? Verbatim, in its entirety:
Having a degree and being a "professional economist" doesn't make one immune to having stupid ideas. All one has to do is be a liberal and the stupid ideas come naturally.
Yup. After having previously made snarky remarks about your humble scribe's mathematical ability, WB now disparages Krugman's economic expertise. Apparently, WB is a world class authority on, well, damned near everything. Can giving acting lessons to Robert DeNiro be far off? Perhaps a few guitar lessons for Eric Clapton if he can squeeze them into his hectic schedule of finding a cure for cancer.
It's not like this is an image I want to dwell on but one gets the impression that, when it comes to Weasel Boy having intimate relations with the missus, his idea of foreplay is to go on at length about just how great it's going to be. And his unfortunate wife being reminded, yet again, of just how over-inflated WB's opinion is of himself.
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"It's not like this is an image I want to dwell on but one gets the impression that, when it comes to Weasel Boy having intimate relations with the missus, his idea of foreplay is to go on at length about just how great it's going to be. And his unfortunate wife being reminded, yet again, of just how over-inflated WB's opinion is of himself."
Yeah, forget intellectual arguments. Go for the "5th graders on the playground" humor. Yep. I mean, you never actually make any substantial arguments, but that's okay because both of your equally childish fans are laughing too hard at your purile jokes to notice.
BTW, you post WAAAAAAY more about me than I post about you. So, tell me again who the stalker is?
(Posting from a different computer tonight. That's why the anonymous entry. --Me)
Um ... that's "puerile," dude. Spell-checkers exist for a reason, you know.
Gosh. A minor spelling error. Which means you have no other defense against my post. Unsurprising.
Good god, McHue. Can't you just stfu?! If you're going to whine about stalking, quit posting bs to WitchVox and whining that the pagans there get pissed off at you. For god's sake, get a frigging life!
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