Oh, bless your heart, you’ve clearly sliced your argument straight into the rough.
And please, enough with the clown routine, you’re not at a circus, you’re in a bunker, flailing wildly while pretending to know the rules. It’s beyond comical. It’s like watching someone try to putt with a driver.
So let’s call it what it is: your whole diatribe is just an opinion. Loud, undercooked, and hopelessly off-target, like a shanked shot that somehow lands on the wrong green.
Most people reading the leaderboard already know you’re not even playing the same course.