THE CHALLENGE!
This individual who has some kind of BLAHg has decided to nag two followers into challenging me and two of MY followers to a duel. I have decided to accept this challenge. His name? Le Clown. The name of his blog? Well, that’s tricky. My opponent seems to find spelling his own name correctly a challenge , let alone dueling with another blogger. Isn’t it ‘Clown ON Fire’, sir, not ‘Clown OF Fire’? Mais, oui! Certainement! Qu’est-ce que c’est? (Translation: what is this that this is the fuck are you talking about?)
His definition of my name is also incorrect. ‘Hotspur’ means, among many wonderful things, both ‘a fiery person’ and from Middle English ‘a person whose spurs are hot from constant riding’ – which will certainly be the case after I have constantly ridden that clown a la victoire.
His choice of icons to represent his team is spot-on. His team is entirely and appropriately represented by fictitious cartoon characters, which is fitting since his blog is written at a fourth grade level. His choice of icon to represent me (a dog with no hind legs) is equally fitting – he seems to be suggesting that I will beat him without the use of half my limbs. Having said that, I think this may be a much more appropriate icon for Le Clown:
Or this:
I will allow my astute and clever readers to draw their own conclusions.
As for his choice of icons for my teammates, there is no accounting for French tastes in terms of what they find attractive, and French-Canadians are no different. If you ever wondered why the Nordiques moved to Colorado and changed their name, this may serve as Exhibit A. For Le Clown, the Fleur de Lis will become the Fleur de Lose. Would you like to see what Fleurs de Win look like? Voila!
His only consolation seems to be that his heart will go on – but not ‘on the road’, as Jack Kerouac’s parents wisely fled Quebec for Massachusetts before he was born.
FULL DISCLOSURE:
I think it only fair to report that Le Clown has been known to publicly beat and harass children. Here is a photo of him doing just that:
His chosen teammates are:
*A woman (Speaker7) who is an expert on butt plugs, and who is so cold and emotionless that she keeps everything bottled up inside her (I am assuming she does this WITH said butt plugs).
*Another woman (Madame Weebles) who prefers animals to people (read: prefers dogs to clowns) and is a self-proclaimed historian, which will come in handy after her side is history.
So, Monsieur Floppy Feet, I accept your challenge. And after my team is finished with you, you will be reduced to this:
My team consists of two individuals who have given me at least as good as I have given them.
*The lovely and talented GingerSnaap! She has talked about her ADHD, but she won’t need all her attention for this battle!
*Our own adventuring blogger and champion, El Guapo! His wave of awesome will completely douse this clownfire.
SO HOW DOES THIS WORK?
Each team will compete by writing a post around a topic chosen by our readers. There will be 3 topics, and 2 bloggers facing-off on each topic. The winning posts will be determined by the amount of likes they will get. Bloggers from each team can only write one time during the duel. The competition will begin September 19, which should leave plenty of time for the competing teams to strategize, and for Team Clown Flamer to write their blog entries in both English and French while listening to Celine Dion.
Please suggest your topics in the comment section below, or on Clown’s blog or any of our respective team members’ blogs. Please do not suggest topics that wouldn’t be easily understood by both sides or may be controversial for someone, such as politics or (in Clown’s case) bathing. You can vote for your favorite topics by mentioning your preference in comments! The 3 comments that get the most votes will be selected as the winning topics. You have until Monday, end of day, to suggest your topics and vote.
En garde, Clown Brulee!
Edward Hotspur
UPDATE: This duel was fairly civil, but Baboon Le Clown committed a tactical rookie mistake by insulting everyone else on this page, including his own team members, by implying that his comments were le fin du monde:
“You certainly could [delete all my posts]. At least this comment thread would look once again like your other threads: empty.”
At this point, I would call this contest a three-on-four battle, as he seems to have added his huge ego to his team.





Suggesting a topic is a bit bit beyond the muddled blancmange that is my mind right now. Have to say I look forward to the coming battle of wits -or in Clown’s case- twits.
EG, Ginger and Howspur: go forth and kick the merde out of those crazy canucks!
Only Le Clown is Canadian – French Canadian, actually. The others felt sorry for him, and to show their solidarity, for the duration of this duel they have vowed to ALSO refrain from bathing.
Edward, noting that he was from from Quebec I did refrain from any white flag jokes
LOL
Rachael,
Vous êtes d’une gentillesse sans précédent. Le Clown vous remercie.
Le Clown
merci!
I think you should write about clouds (advantage Edward of team Hotspur), skydiving (advantage El Guapo of team Hotspur) & sparkly things (advantage Ginger Snaap of team Hotpur).
I like where you’re coming from.
Coming from Canada, where we are oh so polite, but it doesn’t mean we don’t like to win also.
To be fair, as a girl, I probably have an advantage on sparkly things too.
She loves sparkly things – that’s why she’s Team Edward.
You got me on that one, Hotspur. But wrong Edward.
Cullen, Hotspur, if it sparkles you love it.
Okay, you win. I admit it. I’ve got the screaming thigh sweats for you, Hotspur. Totally. I’ve already built a shrine to you—my husband resents it but I don’t care. It’s All Hotspur, All the Time. I’m already designing my next tattoo, of a cowboy spur surrounded by flames.
Dousing the clownfire brings a lovely image of lifting one’s leg, Dachsund style.
It was a nice dovetail with your wave Gravatar, too, I thought.
For some reason, our competition is so afraid of the power of this post they are attempting primitive smack talk on my bio page instead of here. They will figure it out eventually.
Dachshund,
It’s much more fun ridiculing you than your readership. We wouldn’t want to offend anyone who will be joining ours shortly.
Le Clown
OH look – you finally noticed that there’s a blog post over here. Only took you, what, 15 comments and half the day?
Dachshund,
I’m sorry. I am usually more prompt, but I got distracted by the ugliness of your blog.
Le Clown
I’m sorry you are distracted by all the big words, but I would hardly call that ‘ugly’.
Can we award points for style? Guapo,
Judging from your posts and life experiences I feel you will score at least a 9.8 at the pissing contest. Definitely a 10 from this voter
Guapo thanks you very kindly.
El G, I will not trash talk you because I like you and because you know that Jets-themed donuts are sad. I salute you, my formidable competitor.
Go kick some blogger ass! Love your choice of team mates, sure u will wipe your challenger of wordpress! Ha.ha.ha!!!!
Anthony,
Le Clown is WordPress. And humble.
And it’s LE ass, in this case.
Le Clown
LE goodness, sigh…Okay, may they kick LE ass!
Anthony,
Le much better.
Le Clown
Hmm…I commented on Le Clown’s blog that you should debate Prog Rock, but now I’m not so sure. How about….why vaginas are superior to penises? Why Impalas kick ass? Why the NY Yankees suck?
I need to go to college. This is really all I’ve got.
I was so happy with your prog rock suggestion, being the Rush fan that I am. I was ready to hug you and become BFFs with you. But then you went and ruined it with the Yankee trash talk. You’re a Sox fan, I presume.
Yes, I am a Red Sox fan and proud of it. Proud in a “hides the old lady and foot fetish porn in the back of the closet” kind of way. Not that I do that, mind you.
Of course not. Well maybe we can be friends anyway.
Absolutely. Anything for a fellow Rush fan.
Can you Take A Friend later?
Shush, Hotspur. Rush fans are bonding here.
^^ Rush Fan. ^^
Dachshund,
This post gives me a sigh of relief. The thought of having no competition from you was creeping up. Well played.
On a practical level, spreading out topic suggestions on two blogs might complicate the voting process. Just sayin’.
Merci mon ami, et au plaisir.
Le Clown
And by ‘thought’, you of course mean ‘desperate hope’.
Dachshund,
If it can help you sleep better tonight. by all means, yes!
Le Clown
Your demons are yours; I will sleep the same whether you face them or not.
Normally I feel nothing, but this post made me feel a smidgen of distemper. I’ll let you know, Mr. (N)otspur, I will write my goddamn face off in this duel. . . unless something is on TV, then I will watch TV and plagiarize something off of Dr. Phil’s website–either way it will be outstanding. In the immortal words of Torrance Shipman from the seminal film Bring It On: “Oh, I’ll bring it. Don’t worry.”
I’m high-fiving you, Speaker7.
Distemper – you mean, you felt a form of dog measles with purulent nasal discharge? Sounds like you’ll be too busy taking care of your problem down at the vet to participate. We’ll miss you. You’re such a good girl! Yes you are! Yes you are!
Yup.
Well said.
Actually I was being polite on your bio page. But if you want smack talk, it’s on.
It will be such a shame for you to be defeated not just by a clown, but to two mere women. I’m already writing your concession speech for you. You’re welcome.
I’m normally not sexist – I would not, for example, say ‘mere women’ – but if you would really like to do something for me, you may make me a sandwich.
I see. It was so difficult to tell with your intro of me and Speaker7 above. Thanks for clarifying. And no sandwich for you.
Whatever happened to pistols at dawn?
John,
We left those behind with corsets back in the 1800s.
Le Clown
Wait. Corsets are out too?
John,
Admittedly, I still wear one for my one-ab.
Le Clown
So, to sum up for those just joining us – Le Clown is a banana-sucker, a corset wearer, a non-bather, a French Canadian, and he cannot spell his own blog name correctly.
Dachshund,
I would buy my own book with a bio like this one. You have some sort of talent after all, beside making a blog ugly.
Le Clown
I could make it beautiful again by deleting all comments containing that hideous baboon Gravatar of yours.
Dachshund,
You certainly could. At least this comment thread would look once again like your other threads: empty.
Le Clown
Nice move – insulting all the other fine folks who have posted comments here, including your own team member, by implying that their words and thoughts are empty? Perhaps you should apologize to them now.
Dachshund,
You’re a follower… I thought you’d be more of a real clan leader… coming up with some banters yourself and not just reacting to mine. I guess we’ll take what we can…
Le Clown
That is quite humorous coming from someone who studied at the feet of my bio page for a full two and a half hours before working up the nerve to approach this post.
Dachshund,
There was nothing else to do on your ugly blog. I did what I could to entertain myself while something better popped up against that eye sore of a site of yours. And that couch on your wallpaper? So very last decade.
Le Clown
I understand – the people who read to you had to leave, so you got bored.
Your profile pic? So last iteration of humanoid.
Speak for yourself. I still have my corsets.
Corsets are never out of style. uUlike Rush. Depending on whether you’re speaking of the band or….
Hey now, let’s not be dissing Geddy et al.
I feel like I’m on a Game Show.
[GingerSnaap's real life name],
I’ll have to leave soon, though. We’ll take it from here again tomorrow. And of course, it’s never too late to change clan. No one will hold it against you. Not even the Dachshund. If he could, I’m sure he’d leave himself.
Le Clown
He must leave and study his copy of The Quebecois Book of 1000 One-Liners in hopes of possibly insulting my readers again. Innocent bystanders are nothing to him – Have you read his blog? He doesn’t care what pain he inflicts on other people.
Dachsund,
You have a great readership. They are just misled by you. It was pleasant, I must run. Looking forward to rekindling with your mediocrity – it’s a nice change of pace.
Le Clown
I know you crave my attention and approval, but you did nothing worthy of it today. In your anguish, try at least to avoid crying in front of your children.
Au revoir, Babouin sur le Feu
Dachsund,
Bisous.
Le Clown
Party foul, Mr. Coo-coo Clown- [My real life name] doesn’t show up here.
LOL! Thanks, daddy!
You are welcome. Just trying to keep it unreal.
I can’t leave Hotspur- he’s my daddy.
Ginger Snaap (the ol’ switcheroo comment edit – see very old March post. We got over it after a few days: http://clownonfire.wordpress.com/2012/03/14/crowdsourcing/),
I appreciate your loyalty to Dachshund. You’re good people.
Le Clown
Yes, Yes WE are good people. Now go away.
Hooray – can you feel the love tonight?
She certainly is.
Wow, that’s the nicest time anyone’s ever said that to me in a nonsexual way before!
I am hurt to not be included in this epic ass-whoopin’…
On which side?
I don’t know.
You’re either with me, or against me, or ambivalent towards both sides!
Exactgly. I like your straight for the throat attitude, but I think the French penchant for rapid surrender might just leave you punching at the air in frustration.
This is true, though I’m uncertain how true that is for French Canadians.
Completely unrelated, did you know there is a movie called Punching the Clown? http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1192624/
Well I do now, but it looks like it is more about music than punching clowns.
To be honest, I think the Baboon should be a mime, given his French heritage and how often he is told to be quiet.
Right.
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I think the blogging duel should be about me. ALL about me…me…me!
(Must…not…make joke….. about how one…… topic is….. retirement home sex…….)
Surveillance lol I like older peeps
I neer know if you’re making innocent comments or not.
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