So says the Queen of Repeat. Invest in a nice shiny mirror, Raylene.
Let me sing you the song of your people:
Poor little DBt. Poor little tyke. Such a butt hurt little Karen. Crying, sobbing, wailing. Whining like a baby about her interspecies evolution myth that can’t be proven. A little princess that can’t stop grieving over the lack of evidence in her magical atheist science being called out. Maybe mommy can help you. Let mommy wipe way your tears. Let go of your fake claims, sweetie. Grow up, toots. Find a shiny mirror and get a life.
There’s 5 more verses. You just rearrange the same exact words. For a chorus, you just repeat the other person’s words back to them. 😂
“When debate is lost, slander becomes the tool of the loser.” - Socrates
