In arguments, as in most things in life, there's a decided advantage to being a Giant Robot.

I don't claim that this is fair.

Some of us, despite our rigorous attention to logic and rhetoric, despite our faithful attendance at the debate club, completely without reference to our careful preparation and well-reasoned arguments, were simply not born with gigantic cannons mounted in our chests; through no fault (or merit) of our own, our fists are not five hundred pound mallets made for mayhem.

It's not a level playing field, in other words.

All I can say is: buck up, keep a stiff upper lip, and be prepared to run through the streets while you shriek like the teakettle of doom.