"Therefore you're a hypocrite for telling me my woo isn't true." It's that. It's always that. It was that last time. It will be that next time. The same "I'm so intellectually insecure about being wrong about one thing that I'm going to scorch the entire intellectual earth of the entire concept of knowledge" crap it literally always is. "You can't prove reality is real, therefore homeopathy or God or government conspiracies or whatever beyond the event horizon of the formless Woo I've picked as my gris-gris." Cut and paste, save for later, make a Macro for a keyboard shortcut because it's always that.
"You can't metaphysically pull reality up by its own bootstraps into proving its own existence, therefore you are a hypocrite for calling me out on whatever unsupported nonsense I'm vomiting out, therefore I have a moral victory, which I will now shoehorn into equating with an intellectual victory, therefore you are wrong, therefore I am correct, therefore my Woo is True. You can't prove reality, therefore I'm correct that Bigfoot was hired by the Grey Aliens to plan 9/11 to cover up the evidence that Kennedy was killed to prevent the New World Order from using the Denver Airport to turn frogs gay with chemtrails. QED."
The only question is why (g)we so easily recognize it when it's wall of text Timecube online gibberish but gush over it when it's in Latin in a fine leatherbound book.