Consider the source.
If by this you mean me then I concur.
In comparison to my shining ray of truth, you are a candle up a monkey's butt. Not in the wind until the simian farts and then if your wick is somehow still glowing, you explode with the foul stench of non-flicked monkey poo.
What does all this mean?
You are even more intellectually stunted than I. And that's pretty bad. I bet you think "participation trophies" are the bestest thing evah, huh?
Not just IOL but PIOL.