Vote for the three Finalists of the SU Rant Contest

[All-American]

Please pick three. The top three will be voted on for the win and the $1.00 cash prize.

Poll closes in two days.

Il Padrino Ute
Fiyero
YOhio 1 and 2
Babs
I.J. Reilly
Jarid in Cedar
RoseBud
Wuapinmon
Jeff Lebowski 1 and 2
Robin Finderson

[Babs]

Lebowski!? Rigged! The whole thing is rigged!

[All-American]

Lebowski!? Rigged! The whole thing is rigged!

Curious that the one guy who can see the votes is the guy on top, yes.

Patience. You have but begun to fight.

[Jeff Lebowski]

Lebowski!? Rigged! The whole thing is rigged!

You see what I was saying about that OK-Texas rivalry? She can't let anything go.

[TripletDaddy]

I voted for YOhio because I felt sorry for his lack of votes. How embarrassing!

[YOhio]

I voted for YOhio because I felt sorry for his lack of votes. How embarrassing!

It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.

[SeattleUte]

There are some very good entries here! I'm impressed. We have some talented people here. This is the first time I've understood a little what it must have felt like to be Hemingway.

[TripletDaddy]

This is the first time I've understood a little what it must have felt like to be Hemingway.

Speaks volumes about the quality of your book.

[All-American]

*bump*

One more day to vote for the finalists.

[SeattleUte]

Speaks volumes about the quality of your book.

It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.

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[Jarid in Cedar]

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From the St. Crispin's day speech?

[All-American]

From the St. Crispin's day speech?

Pretty sure not, as it is in prose and not iambic pentameter.

[SeattleUte]

From the St. Crispin's day speech?

I don't know. Ask YOhio.

[SeattleUte]

What I want to know is why our local cutting and pasting police, 3D, didn't cite YOhio.

[YOhio]

From the St. Crispin's day speech?

Theodore Roosevelt in a speech at the Sorbonne.