War, indeed. There are arguments in war, just like there are battles. Win most of the arguments, you win the war.
Your attitude and approch means you will win few troops. And may lose a few you alrady have and gain none changing sides.
These are not arguments. The Meg decided on a verbal assault. Verbal assaults are not arguments. They say one shiboleth or catch phrase, usually an assault. You respond with a putdown or some other non-argumentative retort. If you try arguing with logic and evidence, you are up against personal attacks, narratives and shiboleths, and an underlying paradigm that they are not even aware of, but it all amounts to one thing: relentless hatred of you, personally. You can argue with a reasonable person. We are arguing now. But we are two civilized adults who are not at war with each other. The Meg is nothing of the kind. She is an Orca. You can’t argue with an Orca, just keep it from biting a chunk out of you and if necessary, harpoon it.
We’re only talking verbal here, and in metaphors. But what would you say to Paul Ryan’s neighbor who assaulted him and broke his hip? I don’t particularly like Paul Ryan, and Paul Ryan is no Trumpster, but it was a physical assault on him by a neighbor because he’s a leader of the Republican side of the aisle. I’m not advocating assaulting him back, at least not at this time. But I’m not about to sit down and try to have an argument with this swine, either, or show him how classy I am.