They curst horseleeches o th’ excise, wha mak the whisky stells their prize! Haud up thy han’, Deil! Ance, Twice, Thrice! There, seize the blinkers! An bake them up in brunstane pies for poor damn’d drinkers.
– Robert Burns (19th century scotch enthusiast)
What the hell?
Ancient Rome declined because it had a Senate; now what’s going to happen to us with both a Senate and a House?