on reflection for a moment or two do you have any sense of how...

on reflection for a moment or two do you have any sense of how utterly bizarre this is

you keep telling me it’s not about me then talking about me. You seem to want me to bludgeon me into saying something that you think I should say but tell me you are an humanitarian.

you keep up a pointless, aggressive argument - for what purpose?

you will never know what I think because there is absolutely no point trying to explain anything with any subtlety to it.

to quote covey - begin with the end in mind. But maybe your and is not to have me say something but to allow yourself to feel superior and I am simply an incidental mechanism to that.

all I can see however is an old man with a belly full of bile.