Imagine if these twats had the means, and wherewithal to do that which they so fervently parrot, ad nauseam, they will do; that speaks volume as to their ill intent, but then again, when one has the upper hand at the front, where it trully matters, yet squatting, at will, on their psyche, one does not mind their drivel.
They are the emblematic supine cravens, where when slapped hard, they tuck tail soiling their nether regions, yet begging their master for mercy, as shown by their foot soldiers at the front; online they act as if warriors at the Matrix marshalling spacecrafts seeking easy pickings, yet they can not even feed their militias starving, and in turn abandoning their posts in droves.