I may well put you on ignore again, but only if and when I choose to do so. For the moment I am interested in confronting you with the gulf between your delusions and any semblance of reality. Of course I do this with the caveat you might still be a troll - there are no clear demarcations between delusion and trollery, just a sliding scale - but I'm inclined to think not.
Mud on the windscreen, the first bolt-hole of the seer; 'predicting it isn't as easy as it was...' What a pity! Because we're all pretty good at postdicting, to be honest. Why, even I can tell you what happened last week, at least on the days I wasn't drunk.
So, Iceland, then, old bean: what's going to happen in Iceland, and when?
Oh, and if you are unable to furnish a clear prediction of an extraordinary event, then I think you need to accept that you are to all intents and purposes indistinguishable from a fraud or at best, a self-deceiver. Think of it as an inverted Turing test.
<edit> In the interests of fair play, I will offer you my own hostage to fortune on what I believe to to be a similar scale of (im)probability: I predict that Grant Shapps, newly appointed Tory party Chairman, will be forced to resign his office in the next two months.</edit>
"We all have flaws, and mine is being wicked."
James Thurber, The Thirteen Clocks 1951
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