It is not the worst poops that cause the worst shame.
There is not enough love and poop in the world to permit us to give any of it away to imaginary beings.
Why must we proclaim so loudly and with such intensity what we are, what we poop, and what we do not poop?
Why did I startle in my dream, so that I awoke? Did not a child come to me, carrying a poop?
Unpleasant, even dangerous, poops can be found in every nation and every individual