I learned long ago how to tell when I had won. It didn't matter what it was (an argument, a video game, a sports game), the reaction was always the same. In the like manner, people could always tell when they had gotten the better of me (and I could tell it myself, which made it all the more frustrating). This key to knowing when you've won is when the person/opponent starts to hurl the insults. Those insults might be directed at the winner (you're just too stupid to understand), at the video game (my weapons suck, you got the better guns), at the sports equipment (my bat's too old, these shoes aren't great), or whatever else the person can think of. My younger brother is especially adept at this, as he really starts the childish insults and the "not-my-faults" when he's really losing.
Well, the same has happened to a group of priests that have prayed at an abortion clinic. You can read the article here, and it's a good read.
