Look mate, people throwing stones in glass houses shouldn’t be yelling the loudest, especially when they’re flogging a dead horse and acting like the pot calling the kettle black. You can argue till the cows come home, but even a broken clock’s right twice a day, and that doesn’t make it a good timekeeper. It’s a bit rich to cry foul when you’ve got skin in the game, barking up the wrong tree and missing the forest for the trees, all while carrying on like it’s not your first rodeo. End of the day, you reap what you sow — can’t have your cake and eat it too — and if you keep poking the bear, don’t be shocked when the chickens come home to roost.