• With: Neil Cavuto

    This being Saint Patrick's day, I think it's fair to say we caught Vladimir Putin in a wee bit of a lie.

    Actually, a lot more than a wee bit of a lie. This one's a whopper.

    I'm talking, way over the rainbow, St. Patty snakes in his head, lyin' through his shilaley whopper.

    And here's why: 97 percent.

    That's the number of voters in Crimea who supposedly voted in favor of leaving Ukraine and becoming a Russian province.

    97 percent.

    Wow. Kind of makes you wonder what was the deal with that other 3 percent.

    Talk about kill-joys! Or maybe they've since been killed!

    But I guess the idea was to show that there was at least some opposition.

    Which was not the case in North Korea, in which that country's leader Kim Jung Un, won the election with 100 percent of the vote.

    Everyone voted for him. Not a one did not! All for Un, Un for all

    Now, that's a landslide. And both these guys' landslides blow away anything we in America call landslides.

    By comparison, Ronald Reagan's 59-41 percent win over Walter Mondale in 1984 looks like a squeaker.

    Ditto Lyndon Johnson 61 percent take of the vote in 1964.

    Or Franklin Roosevelt's 60 percent in 1936.

    American political scientists say our landslides are more real, because they reflect real human nature.

    Namely, that not all humans naturally move in lockstep.

    At most, 2 out of 3 do. But almost always, stubbornly, invariably, at least 1 out of 3 do not.

    A mathematician called it the extreme statistical norm. The norm is for at least a third not to follow the rest.

    Which is why connecting with 2 out of 3 voters is good enough to get you a landslide in this country.

    And baseball players only missing 2 out of 3 hits is still good enough to get them in the hall of fame in this country.

    We keep our expectations grounded. And our landslides within reason.

    But I think that really hurt Vladimir Putin's credibility in the world is he just pulled off a vote that defies reason.

    They know Putin is too tall to be a leprechaun.

    But they also know he's lying through his lass.

    Which reminds me of a famous Irish expression that my Irish mom quoted often and on which I pray Mr. O'Putin reflects:

    "May you have the hindsight to know where you've been, the foresight to know where you are going, and the insight to know when you have gone too far."

    My mom drilled that into my head.

    May I suggest, Mr. O'Putin you drill it into yours.