I keep almost replying to our burner. Before I remember that there is no point. He won't listen. He can't (or won't) understand any points made. His words will vanish like piss in the wind almost before I can word my reply.
Time to give up talking to the die-hard Brexiteers and treat them like the naughty and petulant children that they are. As long as they continue to ignore reality, I can happily ignore him explaining all the wonderful colours on the Emperor's New Clothes.