He writes something ridiculous. I tear it to shreds. He comes back to write something more ridiculous. Maybe he's on shrooms. Or maybe he needs to be (SMH). He cries about a broken system, gun laws and gun purchase screening, but wants to let thousands of Muslims in here under another broken system, manned by the same screeners!
This back and forth, tit-for-tat, probably would be best solved if you two went to a Phillies game together.