
Peggy came back from her 20 plus years in France on December 8, 2005. Measuring from last Wednesday night, that was 1,255 days ago.
Peggy was the state debate champ in 1974.
On Wednesday night, after a fine dinner, I won a debate with Peggy....hands down. It was such a convincing win that I opened the large sliding glass door off our kitchen and shouted to the world that I had finally won a debate against Peggy. And then I did the dishes like a good boy.
Peggy does not want to hear it, but I have told her time and time again that Mr. Lou Pappas, Evergreen's debate coach (and also one of the football coaches) begged me NOT to go out for debate while in high school. Mr Pappas told me that I had it all going for me and that I should let some other people have a chance to reach success. As much as I wanted to debate, his argument prevailed and I did let the others have their chance.
Peggy had no chance in our Wednesday debate. It was advantage Walt from the get go. She made her first mistake after my initial comment and was thrashed mightily until she finally gave up and threw in the towel.
The debate covered three strong areas of my expertise. Time travel, Twinkies and the weakness of man. It was like three cherries coming up on the slot machine for me, I could not loose. I admit to spending way too much of my imagination speculating on time travel, I believe there is no higher authority on Twinkies, and as a man I have explored all the weaknesses.
The debate started with my comment during dinner that if I was to travel back in time, the one thing from this era that I would take with me that would make the citizens of that era grant me total domination would be a huge box of Twinkies. I proposed that early man would go absolutely ape shit over this delight from the future. Peggy tried and tried to counter with the current day propaganda about how bad Twinkies were for you, blah blah blah (I don't know I wasn't really listening, A KEY TO WINNING OBSTINATE DEBATES). I countered with the fact that A) no one would know this information back then and B) they taste so damn good and there would be nothing like them and 3) the life expectancy back then was about 30 years old so who would really give a crap.
And then, right then she made her big mistake. She stepped out and made a ludicrous statement (that although maybe true for her, just does not make sense to people who live in earlier times) that she had to retract and admit defeat.
She said that early man would rather eat cat poop than a Twinkie....and as soon as she said that she realized that she had lost.
Game / Set / Match or for you high brows Q E D !

1 comment:
This is an extremely dishonest and/or fanciful description of our "debate". As most readers surely realize it, I won't bother correcting the many errors and outright lies in your account.
However, I can't get let you get away with your version of the cat poop ending, which in addition to being ass backwards makes no sense at all -- and you know it. I finally said, after a rather pointless and tedious discussion about the alleged superiority and transcendent nature of twinkies that I would concede the following: given a choice between twinkies and cat poop, the average medieval peasant would certainly choose the twinkies.
You call that winning an argument?
Your brain must be addled from all the sugar and transfats you have been consuming since you were old enough to eat solids.
I pity you! I really do.
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