This one got me doubled over with laughter.
Martin McPhillips [1] at Q&O just now [2]:
Erb, if you hit Florack with a stun gun, shot him up with a hypnotic drug, threw him down a long flight of concrete stairs and ran him over with a panel truck, he would still be able to put more backbone into his argument than you would if you were coming out of the gym fresh off a steroid workout.
He’s always going to outclass you with a half-dozen principles that you simply don’t, can’t understand. And your always flaccid rhetoric won’t match it, especially as you resort to your complaints about ridicule and insults.
[3]
I tell him:
Was that statment aimed at anyone else, I’d be greatly complimented, and owe you a debt of thanks for it. As it is, with Erb being no great shakes, I’ll just wince, smile, and continue on.
And that’s the God’s honest truth, people. In fact, the only challange with Scott Erb is that he presents so target rich an environment that one hardly knows where to shoot first.