Honey, Vinegar, and Splenda.

You catch more flies with honey than you do with vinegar. It doesn't very well work though to mix the two either, as the less desirable portion of this concoction will merely make the rest of it just as toxic to the tastes as itself, if not more so. You've heard of them before, they're called hypocrites.

This breed of human isn't just the man that stands behind the pulpit, preaches abstinence and partakes in pedophilia while people aren't looking. Sure, this is who we think of, someone that goes through the trouble of shoving commands and expectations down your throat and then disregards their own advice right there in front of you.

I'm talking about the people that act so agreeable, so pleasant, so loving and so sincere in the face of others until one little itch shows up and a little of that proverbial vinegar shows up for a brief second, be it an ignorant insult on another persons attire, quickly replaced with that familiar comfortable feeling that preceded it. The first time, we might think "Oh. It's okay, one time is no big deal." And then it happens again. And again. Until one day you're actually calling up Ripley and asking him for world record statistics.

That sweet, innocent character just doesn't feel good anymore. Forget the honey, I'll take some Splenda.