A fable thats true.

The father entered the woodshed.
He said, son, drop your britches!
You'll, now know that conniving to overthrow my authority and honor as the shepherd of the children of this family, is blasphemy.
Wack, I know your father and his sins, are not yours!
Wack, you'll go on I know! To perpetuate why you are too chicken shit to fight fore decency than to purport it!
Wack, you little bastards will sob oi-vay into nations and deflower them as locust!
Boom!
I should've fuckin done that in the very beginin, boom!