Once upon a time, a lioness had a coyote cornered and the coyote pled his case.
"Behold!" said the coyote, "do we not both hunt for our prey? do we not both live in open country? Of course we do! We are both sometimes social and often solitary. I have to say, there's a little bit of lion in me and there must be some coyote in you."
"Indeed," said the lioness. "Quite a bit, actually," as she began with his liver.
Moral: Politics makes for fine dining.
REALPOLITIK, n. A throat with no tongue behind teeth without lips.
Happy birthday, Mama! See you this afternoon.