the spouter of the poison aphorism returns.
the falisty of statement is a constant demonstration of the inane with you.
it's like a rollercoaster ride where the bar is too low and it slams your forehead when you ride it.
but, ya, words. They can be strung together to say stuff. but you, you seem to only be able to say trite fallacies as if you have some secret source. But you don't.