[ad_1] Debate me. For three hours. At a time, venue, and decibel-level of my choosing. You bring your mountains of studies, data, and other so-called evidence, and I will bring my refusal to acknowledge those things. Oh, and a faulty microphone for you to use. It’ll be fun. For me. What’s the matter? Scared you… Continue reading Debate Me, You Coward! | The New Yorker