How can you do anything but laugh about this sort of macho posturing?
As some of you may know, I took a trip to Cleveland on Saturday to give those who call me a liar an opportunity to say that to me to my face. Like I stated before, none of those spreading that libelous lie had the backbone to show. These same cowards have one more chance to meet me in person. October 2007 at the Blogging Man 2007 blogging conference in Reno, NV...
I'm rather disappointed. I haven't been in a good fight in a few years and was kind of looking forward to busting some faces.
Oh Gribbit, you're such a manly man. I bet you've got more testosterone in your body than you do hemoglobin. Why, it's enough to make women swoon and get the vapors by the mere presence of your machismo. Oh hell, I give up. How do you parody someone who is already a parody?
There's a song about him. He's "B-b-b-b-baad To The Bone!"
Ed, you probably don't follow comics, but there's a recent comic event that you'd probably appreciate in the context of Gribbit.
In the DC Comics story universe, there have been countless continuity errors where different plot points have been told in different, often contradictory ways over the years by different authors. Resolving, complaining, and aruging over these errors is one of the major activities of comic-freaks.
Recently, though, DC created a solution that fixed all past continuity errors. The solution? An alternate universe Superboy who, get this: PUNCHES REALITY. A lot! Somehow, that like, sorted out everything and resolved all the inconsistencies.
So, in a comic-book world, when reality doesn't match up the way you want it, the ultimate solution is hitting it, really, really hard. Like, superman hard.
Seems like the perfect decription of our man Gribbit's view of things. When the facts show that he's a liar, is solution is to try to find some way to give the facts a fat lip.
And Gribbit? I just moved to Cleveland. Sorry I wasn't there when you took a random trip out here to stand in an empty parking lot beating your chest and demanding challengers, but if you want, you can come beat me up anytime, hot stuff!
$20 says the steak he ate was uncooked. Another $5 says he actually bit a live cow.
I'm done with this guy, too, but not before I got my parting shots in.
I simply can't believe this guy is that much of a bonehead. But it appears from the evidence that he is. How can he not realize how stupid and ignorant he makes himself look?
He is really embarrassing, in fact I feel embarrassed for him.
This guy makes me long for the crystal clear logic and fact based expositions of a Larry Farfarma.
So, in a comic-book world, when reality doesn't match up the way you want it, the ultimate solution is hitting it, really, really hard. Like, superman hard.
Seems like the perfect decription of our man Gribbit's view of things. When the facts show that he's a liar, is solution is to try to find some way to give the facts a fat lip.
Do you think he has s piffy pair of red, white and blue tights he wears around under his street clothes?
What is it with dumbasses who expect you to go to them so they can kick your ass? The way I see it, anyone anxious to kick my ass can drive to where it's convenient for me.
This needs to be brought to Gribbit's attention:
Gribbit said:
If Gribbit would like to see Mssrs. Beaming Visionary, Captain Rational and Thinking Meat before October 2007, all he has to do is put his money where his mouth is and take them to court over the alleged "libelous lie".
Or is the libel claim yet another one of Gribbit's lies? It's too bad Gribbit bravely closed comments in regard to this matter at his blog, otherwise us cowards could discuss this over there.
Do Meatless and Capt. Rational even live near Gribbit? What a shmuck that guy is.
As I said in my own post, I don't think I can do better than to quote Isaac Asimov: "Violence is the last refuge of the incompetent".
Ed, I am actually laughing out loud at this guy. Thanks for putting a smile on my face at the end of an otherwise dreary day.
I can just picture this mouth-breather standing next to his rusty Oldmobile in a Taco John parking lot in Cleveland, cracking his knuckles, pacing, and looking at his watch. "Where *are* all those sissy lefists?"