Ahh, another fine product of crumbling public schools. So, what flavour of pablum do you prefer? Each of your little points have been shot to pieces by scores of researchers and I, therefore, shall not waste the electrons necessary to generate a point-by-point assualt upon your nitwittery. Thous art a poltroon, a wiffenpoof, bounder, dolt, and a cad. You, sir or madam, are the byproduct of consanguinity.
Does your Dad know that you're using the Internet at night?
That wasn't directed at me, was it?