they dont mind ganging up on me because hey, they are all of one accord, each mired int he same errors so those errors seem like truth to them. you shatter that illusion so you must be in cahoots with me and part of some vast Conspiracy aimed directly at them because, well, their souls, their precious souls. we must be after them to keep them from the almighty having them so we can wear the putrid little turds around our necks as baubles of some sort.
yea, thats it. im wasting my f***ing time for that.