Today before lunch, I had enough of 'politics' (meaning: hate speech) at the workplace and had a half-hour shouting match with my colleagues. I'm still seething... One of them tried to mend ways afterwards by revealing that one day he arrived at home, his daughters gave him two bags full of toys to give to the refugee children at Keleti. Unfortunately, his bouts of humanism aren't longer than that of Ralph Fiennes in Schindler's List.

_{*Lunatic*, n.
One whose delusions are out of fashion.}