^^^^^^^^^^^^
Exactly This.
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fools_rush_in_where_angels_fear_to_tread
Pope
The Bookful Blockhead, ignorantly read,
With Loads of Learned Lumber in his Head,
With his own Tongue still edifies his Ears,
And always List'ning to Himself appears.
…
Name a new Play, and he's the Poet's Friend,
Nay show'd his Faults—but when wou'd Poets mend?
No Place so Sacred from such Fops is barr'd,
Nor is Paul's Church more safe than Paul's Church-yard:
Nay, fly to Altars; there they'll talk you dead;
For Fools rush in where Angels fear to tread.
LIGHT TUNNEL
ATTHEENDOFTHE
DETONATE
THE
FH FORT HOOD?
How the fuck do you fight an enemy that has infiltrated itself into every facet of your society?