(...or a funny thing happened on the way to the conclusion)
"...That's not a real argument! Why, the source of your premise that the sky is blue also said the earth is flat and the stars revolve on glass spheres! Hubble proved Socrates was wrong and Darwin was right long ago, and there's no turning back the clock, you idiot. And I happen to know that the source of your claim that light refracts through a prism ate over 16 eggs and smoked 5 cigars a week (and you can't deny it), so you know his cholesterol was way out of whack! And besides, your tie clashes with your suit! Who dressed you this morning? What you should do is go to this little shop down in Greenwich Village, called Straight Lines for Crossed Eyes--they make the sweetest little things that could make even you look good. And besides, my car is much faster than your's, and I'll bet you don't even donate to Planned Parenthood. (What kind of a snob are you!?) And if your people in Congress really cared about 'the little people,' money wouldn't be a problem and Greenspan would be out on the street! It's those selfish, greedy fat-cats in big hotels who think everybody else is worthless just because their idea of fun is a little different! And you're the same way! It's NOT MY FAULT!! You have no idea how much it hurt when my dad took away the keys when I was seventeen. He had NO RIGHT! And neither do you! You pompous ass! You can't possibly know what you're talking about!! Case closed ... I WIN! (You know, you really should have done your homework before you tried to tangle with the likes of me.)"
(Any resemblence between this diatribe and a REAL rebuttal is purely coincidental.)
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