Reminds me of the king of the cockroaches and the king of the grasshoppers. The cockroach king lamented the dismal life his roaches were forced to life–in dark, dismal cracks and crevices, poisoned and crushed by a hostile world they didn’t understand. The grasshopper king, sympathizing with the cockroach monarch, suggested that cockroaches become grasshoppers. “They would live a glorious life hopping around in the warmth of the sun.” The roach king thought it a splendid idea. “how do we accomplish that,” he asked. The grasshopper pondered a moment and said, “I don’t know exactly, I make [police, I don’t implement it.”