You: Debate me.
Me: No.
You: Debate me.
Me: No.
You: Debate me.
Which one do you think I am doing?
What I think you're doing is irrelevant. You are begging. The answer is still no.
If you really think this is begging, your range of vocabulary is shocking.
As is your range of groveling.
Bones: Debate me
Ethang: No
Bones: Why
Ethang: Besting a cripple is not [snip] worthwhile.
Doesn't matter. Whom ever the cripple is, besting him is not something worthy of praise.
Obviously, as you provided this as a reason for why you do not want to debate me, then the cripple is me!
Or that besting you would be LIKE besting a cripple. Analogy, really, look it up. But as liberals love being victims, knock yourself out.
No you have debated, it's just you took an L.
The complete forfeiture has morphed into a debate. Ok bones.
When have I said my win ratio is 7?
When you said my NOT debating you was a "loss". Seven comes right after 6, no?
...the membership can observe your cowardly behaviour.
Liberals always think what's important to them is similarly important to others. People like you are powerless against me precisely because I couldn't care less about status or what strangers think about me.
I just want to debate you because you're a loud, cocky and misinformed theist who thinks they are correct, and I would love to give you a reality check.
The reality check you need is one about your self-image.
Dead people lie in soil.
Some people lie in their posts.
Wow my feelings are hurt why would you say this to me.
I never lie to save the feelings of snowflakes. If you're gonna be on a public board, grow a thicker skin.
At least I have a mum's shoulder to cry on.
Right. Your mother will never die.
Now, go cry on her shoulder, mine are soggy from your begging tears.