It makes no difference to me, really.
For my crime of holding differing opinions, you’ve insulted me every chance you got from day one. As a consequence of that, I’ve never had any respect for your opinions or for you as a person.
I’ve found you to be an angry and irrational individual.
I fear you are lashing out as a means of dealing with an unfair world.
And that just makes me sad.
Do I know you?
Dream on.