We hang the petty thieves and appoint the great ones to public office. ─ Aesop There’s nothing quite like a public hanging to brace the spirits and fortify a sense of moral rectitude. The days are long gone when engraved invitations were sent out for the executions of the famous but the uniquely barbarous exhibition didn’t disappear because it failed to draw enthusiastic crowds. Official hangings are now private or unknown not for lack of popularity, but out of a sort of institutional embarrassment at such shocking violence.
The Wicked Witch Is Dead. Maybe.
The Wicked Witch Is Dead. Maybe.
The Wicked Witch Is Dead. Maybe.
We hang the petty thieves and appoint the great ones to public office. ─ Aesop There’s nothing quite like a public hanging to brace the spirits and fortify a sense of moral rectitude. The days are long gone when engraved invitations were sent out for the executions of the famous but the uniquely barbarous exhibition didn’t disappear because it failed to draw enthusiastic crowds. Official hangings are now private or unknown not for lack of popularity, but out of a sort of institutional embarrassment at such shocking violence.