The Wind and the Sun were disputing which was the stronger. Suddenly they saw a traveller coming down the road, and the Sun said: “I see a way to decide our dispute. Whichever of us can cause that traveller to take off his cloak shall be regarded as the stronger. You begin.”
So the Sun retired behind a cloud, and the Wind began to blow as hard as it could upon the traveller. But the harder he blew the more closely did the traveller wrap his cloak round him, till at last the Wind had to give up in despair.
Then the Sun came out and shone in all his glory upon the traveller, who soon found it too hot to walk with his cloak on.
I posted weeks ago that dotard has defeated me. I'm not a huge contributer to this thread, so no big loss. I do enjoy the back and forth. But the Fable above describes how I've been feeling as I continued to rail upon dotardists on social media. I can't say that the sunny part of the fable will ever happen, but I'm out of gas.