You're at war, the enemies are closing in on the edges of your base. Everyone is using modern weapons, and each attack is precise and deliberate. You, watching your fellow soldiers fall in tandem with scores of the enemy, have decided that enough is enough. You're gonna pull out the big guns and end this already!
So, you roll a cannon to the center of your base, and start firing chain balls while rotating a few degrees between shots. Sure, each volley from you is likely to do some crazy damage to the enemy. But you're primarily ripping through your own forces and defenses with no concern for whoever stands between you and your enemy. If your fellow soldiers didn't know any better, they'd think that your entire goal was to attack your own team.
Don't use archaic insults that are guaranteed to hurt your friends. You have no clue if the subject of your attack is even paying attention (he's not), and they're going to get far more delight out of how offended your friends are by your words.
Hmmm good point that shows a couple of the numerous flaws in my analogy, so allow me to use mental gymnastics to support my analogy.
Germany continues teaching how it was used and the dangers of anyone using it. They're not pretending like they never used it, they're just hoping that by hiding it under a tarp and only showing the damages it caused will prevent anyone from peeking under the tarp and going, "you sure? It looks pretty cool, still."
The biggest shelters here in San Antonio use random lottery for euthanasia, and have very strict cutoff times. By making it random and Boolean, they're saving their volunteers from the PTSD of putting down some other animal because a family showed interest in an at-risk pet, but didn't come back the same day to pick it up.
It fucking sucks so much, on every single level. Sometimes, a system that puts down animals the day after they arrive is the less horrifying option.
I'm so so so so grateful for our two dogs that my spouse and I were able to get from the shelter, and feel like the luckiest person alive to see both of them come out of their shells as over-eager yet fearful little ladies who now wrestle and cuddle every single day. (Somewhat of a high note to end this comment on)
Germans borrowed it from us, rode it hard, and then cleaned it off hoping that we wouldn't remember that they still had it.
But then we saw it sitting in the corner and offered to help them fix it up. They said nah, let's just forget about it. We said that we really wanted to fix it and that it would be a fun project to work on together. They told us to take our drunk asses home, so we got mad and dragged it back home.
But here we are! We've got it back and we finally fixed it! Now we're practicing donuts while the tech crew is building the ramp. We keep talking about how we're gonna do the biggest jump ever with a triple backflip, and everyone said that we're gonna chicken out. The extra-concerning part is that we never bothered with a landing ramp.
Nah man, we're gonna jump this thing straight into the stadium seats. We're revving that engine and y'all better hope that we loosened the nuts enough for the wheels to fall off, or that the sugar people are putting in the gas tank works so that we crash out halfway.
Especially those idiots who paid extra for front row seats.
I disagree. All dogs are the best dog ever; always being the best dog they can hope to be. Dogs have so much love and fascination for each other (ymmv) that, when someone else is sharing information about their dogs, the best way to honor your dog is to pay the utmost attention and show appreciation for the other dogs.
So put down your phone for a moment, and listen to stories about the other dog. When you get home, share select details of the story with your own dogs and ask them what they think of that. Playfully recreate parts of the story with them. "My friend says that their dog always barks when they're about to get a treat! Isn't that so silly? Do you want to try barking for a treat? Let's practice 'speak!'"
And for the love of all that is holey (usually plushies), if your dog obsesses over sniffing you when you've interacted with other animals, then pet every damn animal that you're allowed to. Let your dog read the tapestry of your pant leg, and learn about your absolutely precious odyssey.
This is just wild speculation, but I suspect that Trump and some friends at some point ate a child. I just can't figure out where else this could escalate.
Imaginary scenario:
Don't use archaic insults that are guaranteed to hurt your friends. You have no clue if the subject of your attack is even paying attention (he's not), and they're going to get far more delight out of how offended your friends are by your words.