In the 16th century, two Swiss cantons nearly went to war with each other over the presence of red beardick on a coat of arms
“And what’s this? Where’s your alignment plan?”
“We were, ah, going to raise it like a child.”
“Oh my life. I can’t believe it. You absolute donkey! Raise it like a fucking child? Fuck me.”
I operate by Crocker's rules[1].