You're right, I can't argue with what you say about Kylie. Maybe Kylie and I have somehow developed a sort of amicable truce in which we don't reflexively bash each other, but that doesn't mean I'm blind to his tactics.
When it comes to Vagabond Douché, yes I'm biased. But it's based on experience. Maybe she/he/it doesn't put the effort into replying intelligently to my posts, but if that's the case, it's been so long that nothing short of a consistent, long term change, will make me change my opinion.
Throw in the fact that he's constantly bashing foreigners, non-whites, and women, particularly women based on nothing more than their appearance, which should be squarely against snowflake dogma, and I'm left to draw only the one conclusion. I don't come to a conclusion like that lightly. As stated, it's based on experience.
I've always said Blue Bunny was the brains out of those Three Stooges. Occasionally we can have a reasonably intelligent exchange, although now it seems that Blue Bunny has adopted Vagabond Douché's anti-Fat_Elvis tactic of accusing me of being Australian. Yes, I said accusing, because it's done in such a pejorative and somehow dismissive manner, that the only conclusion to be drawn is that the Douché has a problem with foreigners. Now, if BB goes the further step, already mastered by the Douché', of bashing my non-white, immigrant wife by describing her as a blow-up doll, and bashing her for being foreign, then I'll reduce my opinion of the Bunny even further. But since this is a seemingly new development on the Blue Bunny front, and given my prior opinion of BB, I could change my opinion of BB more quickly than I ever could for the Douché.
StanCult would have to evolve to reach the level of a cartoon, imo. He, who thought Mitt Romney was Mick Romney, then didn't have the maturity to just say something like, okay, I screwed up that one... well, he gets no pass from me when it comes to him being an all-time idiiot. And, btw, admitting to a screw up is something I did just yesterday with the Bunny. At the same time, I asked him why he called me Kangaroo Jack, but he hasn't had enough of a bunny raisin sack to reply to that question.