And I'm not saying it's a bad song, you know, or anything like that. All I'm saying is that if you get, I don't know, a broom, say, and dip it in some brake fluid, put the other end up my arse, stick...
Mad' sounds dashing, daring and admirable when you hold the tattered flag in the midst of battle and expired natives lie all over the carpet with holes in 'em that you put there. 'Mad' is less impress...
This is the moral, Oh My Best Beloved: never kill anyone for a 'Cause'.For why not, Uncle Basher?Because causes don't pay, Little Friend of all the World. Adherents expect you to kill just for the rig...
