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>[absolutely no argument or evidence]

Scream for me, kiddo. I don’t even know who you are. I’m not your god. I’m not your dad. All you have to do is prove me wrong.

>Yo bro, for five years, I’ve observed you with your mental gymnastics and intellectual dishonesty.

Great argument. Look at all that proof.

>Not playing your game.

Translation: “I cannot disprove anything you’ve said on any topic using any of my own citations or sources or by discrediting your own citations and sources.”

>For the love of God, reflect on how you’ve destroyed a great community with your selfishness.

Nah, I didn’t do it.

>Intelligent to a fault, I guess that’s your problem?

Nah. I’m basically worthless. If the place was destroyed because of me, it deserved to be destroyed because it was therefore worth less than I am.

But it’s not.

It was destroyed because ***talking does nothing and no one will ever act.*** Being here is psychological torture. Only broken people remain. It’s good that those people left. Maybe they’re hunkering down and hiding from what’s coming.