:: Liston was alright. At least he wouldn't be pulling stupid "WOrld Star of Hips Hops" faces and gurning. At least he would try to make a fight of it. I respect the 60's Black Man, not a lay down Sally like his modern incarnation. Wlad, of course, is ready to die like Kharkov in '43 but that is an entirely different matter to be discussed perhaps another day.
It reminds me of a brilliant story I once read about a guy who spotted a fly drowning in some ink. The man, a businessman, had recently lost a son whom he had been grooming for his position when he ultimately retired. Anyways, he is depressed and muses over how all his neat little plans have come to ought since his sons death. He seems not concerned per se with the fact that the young man has lost his life. He sees the fly thrashing around in the ink, and he fishes it out with a pen, feeling sorry for it. As the fly struggles to its feet and shakes the ink off, it strives to right itself and fly off. The man, enraged at this show of gutsiness, dumps more ink on the fly. The fly shakes it off, trys to get airborne, whereupon the man becomes quite irate and dumps some more ink on it. Eventually, after a pattern of being doused and trying to survive, the fly succumbs and dies. The man suddenly lapses back into a maudlin upset state.
Spreading is for manure. "As the Red Cloak of Commie Germany Envelops All Near It, From The Snowbound Desolation Of St Johns.....A Lone Voice Speaks Out....Spreading....Manure". Oh.
I have been living in Almaty for some time now. It is full of Commies. Can you come and dispel them with your patented, Borat-Busting manure-spreader???
Oaky then what about your balls? I take your balls. <iframe width="640" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/d4okxow8bNo?feature=player_detailpage" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>
Look on the brightside, this just sets up one step closer to Povetkin vs Wladamir. The greatest, most anticipated heavyweight showdown since...