Reduced to rubble, you can only resort to awkward cliches, which you imagine are clever ripostes. But they only reveal your shallowness, and the dire poverty of your reason.

When you go to bed at night, is the last thing you see before you drop off to sleep Donald Trump?

It’s always been a badminton blog. You just didn’t know it.

You’re getting drilled like a rotten molar here, sonny. As you should be. You bleated out an adolescent whimper and now you need to accept the spanking you have earned.

No, it shows that I am smart enough to know not to kick a tar baby. You live in a world of delirium, and I choose not to engage. That’s not cowardice; that’s just common sense — and I understand well why you cannot recognize nor accept this.

This is hilarious. A Trump tweet will goad NK into “starting a nuclear war?” Seriously, child, get a grip.

8 days and counting. And nothing you can do. Infuriating to be so angry and so helpless, isn’t it?

You are suffering from a delusion, in which you believe that you can give me orders — and, when I ignore them, you think it proves your point. But you only further support my earlier observation about your damaged thinking.

You are wrong. I disagree with Trump on many issues.

And when all your Cassandra-like screeching turns out to be completely wrong, will you be bitterly disappointed that the dooms you so confidently predict did not befall us, and weep that we have not all suffered as you so dearly wish we had? You create your own lose-lose situation: if you are right, we’re doomed; if…

Your “country” did. Which is a wonderful thing indeed.

Imagine that you were such a fuckup that you were elected president of the United States, defeating an opponent who outspent you two to one and making complete monkeys out of all the experts who assured everyone that you couldn’t possibly win. Yeah. Fuckup. Uh huh.

No, he’s going to laugh, and keeping laughing, at your hilarious hysteria.

Because, as the author points out in her well-disguised retraction, the story is bullshit.

You lost.

You lost.

It’s such a shame. You never would have found Hillary cozying up to billionaires in off-the-record meetings.

Listen to the snowflakes squeal! How they hate you. Why — you just don’t understand! We’re all doomed, and if we don’t suffer horribly, then I’m going to be very, very pissed off.

I won.

You lost.