I'll tell you what, young son - I SMELL proof.

The stench of it, is like ripe garbage on a fresh summer day in New York City.

PROOF?

Are you dreaming?

Your nostrils are closed, or what?

You go down to the docks, and that should be all the proof you need. If the ripe odor there escapes you, then there's nothing I can do to help you.

Proof... ha ha ha ....

You sound like one of those guys that wanted to hang Copernicus at the stake (or burn him alive, or whatever).

Ideological flatulence. Denial of reality. Cluelessness. Any More needs to be said? I don't think so - that's enough.