This is what. This when. This is how. This is why.
We do this every ten years, usually after a few forbidden beers.
The time to grab your brother by the b****, is when he has risen to discernible heights in the halls of ivy, this is when our envy overwrites the holy words of the God we profess, this is when our crab nature kicks in, this is when our teeth sink in, this is when we pinch his private parts and gaze shamelessly upon his nakedness, this is when we sin collectively against the God we profess,
this is when we utter our lies, this is when we refuse to take our shoes off, this is when we make a travesty of the God we profess, this is when we lock ourselves into eternal hell, this is when we deny the God we profess, this is when we obstinately, collectively deny our brother’s humanity, this is when we burn in flames of jealous fervor, this is when we bury the sin, this is when our rebellious tongues sing what Satan says and this is how our nations are lost, and this is why the children of God sing:

'For want of a nail the shoe was lost.
For want of a shoe the horse was lost.
For want of a horse the rider was lost.
For want of a rider the battle was lost.
For want of a battle the kingdom was lost.
And all for the want of a horseshoe nail’
This is why. This is why.

The children of God sing.'