SRS gave you lot a warning a week ago and was disregarded.
For many years in the 1960s through 80s, some weirdo used to haunt London's Oxford Street with a sandwich-board protesting about flatulence: less sitting, fewer beans was the gist of it. His spiritual heir similarly haunts the Royal Courts of Justice these days with a poster concerned with a written constitution.
They have much in common with these debates. It's not even worth stopping past as a matter of idle curiosity to see how lunatic the debate has become, because you're neither objectively engaging, humourously entertaining nor yet invectively innovative. You just chase your tails in a pointless circle, as you know certain rednecks will pursue one line and nothing can or will change that.
It leaves me disillusioned, because if we're that poor in communicating here, how much worse must we be in performance? Which is pretty much what SRS was saying - I have a wall which will be more usefully decorated by my bashing my head against it than continuing these debates.