You can't slit the throat of everyone whose character it would improve.
Don't I yearn for the days when a draw across the throat made f**king resolution.
The question is: until reinforced, can we learn the ways of church mice.
Act averse to nasty language and partial to fruity tea.
Yeah, the cut throats and the pigs. But who wants all that blood spilled, judge, huh? Isn't there a simpler way of not pissing off the big vipers?
Change ain't looking for friends. Change calls the tune we all dance to.