So if you were having dinner in a restaurant with your special someone [just pretend you have one if you have to] and I simply don't like you (and not because you were a nazi or a politician trying to strip me of healthcare—both categories of people should be ran out of public at every chance—I just didn't like you) you would have no problem with me sitting down at your table and butting in to your conversation to say you were wrong about the truffle butter?
If you were having dinner and said how much you liked your steak well-done—in public mind you—you wouldn't mind if I kept telling everyone around you that you're a piece of shit who ruins cuts of meat?