I don’t think I’m in over my head... not with you!
Your childish boorish kindergarten debating style and commentary shames you. You are making this about me = I am not the one with a long trail of what seems like a cross between a drunk frat boy tantrum and a redneck from the woods of Deliverance rant. Them’s your words. And they are all out there to see.
That you don’t know, or care, about my credentials is irrelevant. This is about you.