Ah, the classic "I know you are, but what am I?" defense.

You're not just a government worker on furlough anymore—you've been promoted to Supreme Court Justice of Your Own Brain.

You're so certain in your convictions, you're not just ruling from the bench; you're becoming judge, jury and executioner!

Banging the gavel and shouting "OVERRULED!" at any outside evidence, fact, ingredient or element.

Your honor, this isn't a trial; it's a closed-circuit feedback loop. The only case you're building is for your own echo chamber.

Maybe it's time to stop defending the bench and take a stand yourself. Cross-examine your own ruthless and cruel certainty. The jury of your peers is waiting, and the FIE is looking a little... one-sided. Congratulations!!