CLUCK! CLUCK! VOOETTE IS A CHICKEN AND CAN'T DEBATE AUNTY KATE.

Coward: As defined by the Oxford Dictionary is a person who is easily intimidated or frightened.

Lord Merciful Vooette reaffirmed his position as a coward today when he threw out the challenge to Aunty Kate to come to his room or ClassicmFree's to "debate" him. I accepted the invitation to Classic's room which had four people in total. Poor deluded Vooette had a captive audience with air-headed SuzanneFl and LordHawHaw (ClassicmFree) cheering from the asylums of their confinement.

Frankly I am not interested in debating WHY Vooette did what he did to Mitsuk. What he did is fact and NOT debatable. However, Vooette frothed and foamed as he tried to justify what he did to Mitsuk, saying "she doesn't have a husband." Now we all know that Mistuk has often spoken of her 'husband'. It is true there has never been a wedding ceremony but under Canadian Law if a couple have co-habitated for a period longer than 2 years, and hold themselves out to be husband and wife, they are considered de-facto or Common Law spouses. Mitsuk and her husband have been together for 14 years. After Vooette left her high and dry she went back to her husband, that is a fact also. So try another tactic Vooette if you hope to wriggle out of your despicable act, that one doesn't wash. Better still try telling Mitsuk's husband that he doesn't count.

Then Vooette starts on my family, as if he knows anything about them. He claims my daughter's children don't come to see me because my daughter hates me. My daughter does not have any children. Wrong again Vooette. Dennis the menace said all that needs to be said about innocent bystanders being dragged into Vooette and Mitsuk's unsavory affair.

Vooette continued at the mic with his limited vocabulary boring me to death so I left and went to his room, and tossed out the challenge to Voo to meet me in there. I am not interested in Vooette's drama games I told him that the day I told him to shove his @ hat up his arse. However, I don't mind the opportunity to humiliate him in a real debate. That opportunity came today in another room when he took the mic and said:

"Presidents are not responsible for the economy, and the Iraq war has not impacted on the USA economy much at all."

Yes dear Rattlers you read that correctly. "Presidents are not responsible for the economy, and the Iraq war has not impacted on the USA economy much at all." Is this a political dolt or what?

I took the mic and enlightened Vooette that the ill conceived or badly advised policies and decisions of a President most certainly are responsible for the adverse effects on a country's economy and the decision to go into Iraq is a very good example of how this manifests. Lord Vooette left the room rather than respond. We were in a room that does not allow personal attacks, so Vooette was stuffed. Vooette is like flypaper, he picks up bits and pieces of information around the traps that he thinks makes sense, but does not have the depth to debate the topic when challenged, so he ran.

Taking up the challenge to go to his room to "debate" him, I did so and was warmly greeted as I entered the room. Vooette had to be dragged back from Classic's room, which is where he goes when he can't participate in the rare moments of real debate that go down in his room from time to time. He babbled and fluffed around in text in his usually in-coherent and disconnected manner, which I don't find difficulty ignoring. When it came my turn to take the mic, he jumped on me and continued to make a total clown of himself. He was laughed at and a number of people left in disgust. Then he showed his total cowardice by bouncing me.

YOU LOSE VOOETTE......Cluck!! Cluck!!! CHICKEN!!! You know I can whip your arse red raw any day of the week, you are a fake. I still chuckle about the day you said at the mic "I have a doctors degree." Vooette that would be a Phd dear and you don't have one. At best you may have obtained a high school diploma from some penitentiary, where you learned to parrot legal text from books in the State Penitentiary Library.

You are done like a dinner Vooette, and for those who like to eat chicken dinner is served, mind the feathers.