I’ll feel bad for a moment as I step over a Nazis corpse in the trenches, because maybe he was drafted.
I won’t feel bad for the propagandists when they are nailed to the wall, or the Dictators when they swing from a metal girder above a service station. They knew what they were doing.
I’ll feel bad for a moment as I step over a Nazis corpse in the trenches, because maybe he was drafted.
I won’t feel bad for the propagandists when they are nailed to the wall, or the Dictators when they swing from a metal girder above a service station. They knew what they were doing.