HURRAY, HURRAY, no more killing little people. That’s what my mother called us as we were growing up. She either called us little people or people with short legs. She was not the norm as mothers go. When she whispered we knew we were in deep voodoo.
Oh, there'll still be plenty of killing little people...just not by a method that exists only to circumvent infanticide laws, and which is so barbaric that some NOW chapters oppose the practice.