I tore my mayonnaise packet open with my teeth, squirted it on the bun, and skooshed it around to coat the alleged patty. Noah tapped his finger on my lunch tray. You going to eat your fruit cup? You should.

February 22, 1685, Robert South, All Contingences under the Direction of God's Providence (sermon preached at Westminster Abbey)

Once in custody it got worse — systematic beatings, breaking people's glasses in their faces, mace at close range, stompings, and gauntlets to run.

He has been in banishment from his home country for well over four years.