Or to put it simply-- if we can't tell the good Muzzies from the bad Muzzies, we're going to have to kill them all and let God sort it out. Only once the good Muzzies fear us more than the bad Muzzies, only then they will they come out of the woodwork and help us sort it out. Only at that point can we concentrate our efforts on culling the bad Muzzies.
Just get it over with. I grow weary of the never-ending BS.