No wonder Nero has decided we are not mild-mannered. We are a collection of weirdos who go around blowing up innocent fishies, rejoicing at the enslavement of other people, and hating vegetables so much, we make a point of eating them. Some of us carry a chain saw and know how to use it. Then, we complain that others don't accept us and that we don't have hot jobs and warm quarters.
Are unicorns whining, passionate bigots? No wonder we are revolting.
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