The more I argued with LGBT shills, the better I came to know their dialectic. First they counted on the stupidity of their adversary, and then, when there was no other way out, they shouted "incel". If all this didn't help, they pretended not to understand complaints about barebones content, or, if challenged, they turned around and claimed that the lack of wild battles and other content was a feature, quoted sales figures which, if you accepted them, they immediately related to quality, and then, if again attacked, gave ground and pretended not to know exactly what you were talking about. Whenever you tried to attack one of these LGPE shills, your hand closed on a jelly-like slime which divided up and poured through your fingers, but in the next moment collected again. But if you really struck one of these fellows so telling a blow that, observed by the anons, he couldn't help but post one last *yawn* then hide the thread, and if you believed that this had taken you at least one step forward, your amazement was great the next thread. The LGPE normie had not the slightest recollection of the thread before, he rattled off his same old nonsense as though nothing at all had happened, and, if indignantly challenged, affected amazement; he couldn't remember a thing, except that he had proved the correctness of his assertions the previous day.
Sometimes I stood there thunderstruck.
I didn't know what to be more amazed at: the agility of their tongues or their virtuosity at lying.
Gradually I began to hate them.
