This injustice is grave. Grave indeed. For what has a man, if he has not the liberty to rent midget?
Woe, with what tangled skein three Fates have woven. I lay, soul bleeding, cast aside to the realm of Those Without Midgets. 'Tis not a faint scratch, but a mortal wound upon my very being. For without the liberty of rented midgets, I have not just an emptiness, but a longing for that which I have been to unjustly denied!
Stand forth, ye noble people, and let not injustice be prescribed! Indeed, there art Fates worse than Death and the unassailable conclusion must be that all people should be enabled to enjoy, through the fruits of their own labor, the liberty which is rented midgets.
Harken back, to ye yonder yesteryear, when preservation of liberties was an essential summation of the human objective. Rented midgets not for one, but rented midgets for all!