Hazard Time

What's my guilty pleasure?  Debating with Flat Earthers on Youtube.

Don't ask how I'm able to derive pleasure from figuratively slamming my head against a brick wall.  I guess it's just one of those little things in life.  You know what I'm talking about; the overwhelming relief that, no matter how bad you feel for time and again failing to understand something, you will never be as big of a dumbass as the people who earnestly believe that science is a Satanic cult, that bronze-age civilizations knew more about astrophysics than we do now, and that the Earth is a giant snowglobe with an ice wall keeping all the water in.