There are three main arguments I can bring up:
You have some sort of problem, Haba? You have some kind of issue with this entirely optional feature? You sure do seem mighty butthurt about it. You're carrying on as if it's got your goat. Well let me tell you something, Haba, let me tell you: What you think doesn't matter. What you think is irrelevant. What you think is completely meaningless and is of no concern.
You pull out statistics, research and studies as if they have some "meaning", as if they have some sort of "relevance". You act as if you can cite some bullshit survey, wave your arms and say "See, I'm right" and this will all magically go away. You act as if what you say here has some sort of impact. This post, this poll, these pathetic attempts you make at pushing your argument, do you think any of it will work? Do you think anything you've done will ever work?
Let me make it clear to you, Haba, right here, right now, so that there's no confusion. So that it's crystally clear in your mind in such a way that it leaves not one essence of doubt.
It doesn't work that way. It doesn't work that way at all.
I'll tell you now, in the clearest way possible, that you can make as many empty statements or pull out as many statistically analysed facts as you like and it won't change a thing.
It won't change a thing.
It won't change a thing because the only thing that matters around here is what I think. The only thing that matters around here is what I do.
And do you think you can stop me, Haba? Do you really think a few words tossed out here and there is going to change my mind?
You can't stop me, Haba. None of you can. I'm the God-damned Administrator here. I'm the one who holds you all by your fat, tiny little squalid testicles. I make this place run. I keep this place ticking so that you can all continue to post your inane crap and have it documented for all time. In here, in this place, I'm the puppet master. I'm the one who pulls your strings. You dance to my tune, in my playhouse. You think you have some sort of say in what goes on around here?
I decide the opening number, when the final scene occurs and what kind of fucking nuts are available during the intermission.
And let me tell you something about those nuts, Haba, they're salty - because I goddamned like them that way.
I like them that way because that's the way it is. I eat raw steel and shit rating systems out before breakfast. I take on bears with my laser eyes and shred metal with my diamond claws. I'm a God-damned bear-munching steel-chewing titanium built administrating machine.
Now let me make you understand, I feed on your butthurt. Your complaints are nothing but sweet beautiful music to my ears. They bring tears of joy to my eyes. They even give me a bit of a chub. I feed on your sweet, delicious butthurt and grow ever more powerful. So much more fucking powerful. You just don't even know what you're dealing with here. You don't even know what you don't know you don't know you know.
Understand?
So be butthurt about it. See if I care. Complain about it all you like. Protest, whinge, block it with adblock, do your worst. Because nothing you do will change anything, Haba. Nothing you do will change one single thing. Now, go ahead and pray for this feature to be removed, Haba, and you go to your church, and, with any luck, you might win the annual raffle, but if you're looking for God, he's in the fucking Administration Panel right now, and he doesn't like to be second guessed. You ask me if I have a God complex. Let me tell you something: I am God.