When we were kids, my brother and I fought. Rarely fisticuffs. It was usually just mouthing off at each other.
I learned, at one point, if I just kept standing there talking and not letting him get a word in edgewise, I could irritate him to the point where he just left in a huff.
To my mind, that was winning. As I got older, I realized that it was me being a jerk.
These days, it sounds like what passes for ‘news commentary’ on some of the livelier TV shows. And they probably feel that they’re winning.
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