Oh, I forgot to mention that our living room windows were all blown in from the concussion of that strike. Three big windows, totally smashed, but thankfully the curtains were closed so that contained the flying glass pretty well. My siblings would have been pelted with glass otherwise. Amazing the power of that thunderclap at close range.
Arguing with idiots is like playing chess with a pigeon. You make valid moves while the pigeon knocks pieces over, poops on the chess board, and declares victory.