That is what they call them.
You know, the black kind.
The kind that make your hairs on the back of your neck stick straight up.
The ones that leave deep marks on your quadrupeds.
Bastard black is what I call him.
The one that lacks empathy.
Manipulative since the youngster age of toddler hood, always.
Guillotine is all it needs.
Well excuuUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUu se me