No wonder it's easy. Very easy.
Fantasy fish in a fantasy barrel. With fantasy arrows.
Y'see, when there is no connection to reality, when the truth is simply an inconveint artifact of the foolish, it all looks easy, doesn't it? Once one justifies lies and duplicity, it leads you to where you are. Where everything is easy, because nothing has any constraints except what sounds nice at the moment.
Yep. Blow the hell out of those straw men. Go get 'em tigers. You da men!! (Well, you and Rush, and the other generators of yer thoughts.)
Heh, heh.
Arf