I'm done bothering with you.

Surely, there are less embarrassing ways to run away with your tail between your leg. Ones that make it less obvious that you have no idea what to say.

the facts handed to you.

You have no facts.

Go seethe with your new best buds, the stormfags

I welcome anyone who opposes your stupid neocon wars. Do you really think that (like you), I'm so primitive to say: "oh, if the Stormfags don't eat their own shit, I must go out and do it!"