OK little guy, I'm done with you. I don't try to teach pigs to sing, and you've got slop dribbling from the sides of your maw. If you can't recognize interrogatives, either you need to upskill, or I need to find someone brighter to debate with.
Your opinion of Sarah's actions is not only of no consequence, it is ill-formed and myopic.
She knows what she's doing. Based on her track record of unmitigated success in the face of virtually impossibly odds, I'll bet on her and against you, Mr. Seven-years-worth-of-nothing.
A verbis ad verbera