Perhaps not.

But our fathers went to war to dissuade people from judging whole sections of society as second class. Bigotry flourishes when you are nice to it.

Peace in our time.

You didn't pick up on the underlying part of my sentence there, did you?

Anyway, being nice is fine when reciprocated. In the meantime, I will happily take my shoes off and feel the soft wet grass under foot that awaits us all here in a high moral place. The sun shines too, and in the distance I can hear the sound of leather against willow.

Yeah, it's great to be right. Keith gave me the idea in fact. He keeps saying to others that he is right and they are wrong. I found that if you take it a stage further and actually be right rather than just say so, the meadows open up and life is good.

Say hello to the peasants for me?