Once, while eating in a crab restaurant, I remarked to a friend how leveling our wooden mallets against these creatures served in caskets of Old Bay was as close as we would come to the caveman. Felling a tiger with a spear has been replaced with bits of shell hitting our bibs and the floor where grass once lied underneath.
An insightful observation, I thought. A few seconds later, almost out of earshot, I heard a man make almost the same comment. He didn't overhear me. I realized what I said was an obvious observation, one that comes to most people who have eaten crabs and know the caveman archetype.
On that note, I searched for "saruman hamas leader" in Google. Six hundred hits.
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