Pride only hurts, it never helps

It so happened I had to be a-make belief-prime minister for a day (not just any make-belief PM but the bloody English PM).

Before I go on with my incoherent rant, let me try write down the Wikipediac definition of pride here: an emotion which refers to a strong sense of self-respect, a refusal to be humiliated as well as joy in the accomplishments of oneself or a person, group, nation or object that one identifies with, or to think of one's self as being better than anyone else

I with my deputy prime minister were to debate for the motion "To ban players from participating in international sports events if they don't abide by their contractual obligations".

Let me cut this part short: the motion was rejected, thanks to the crappy definition and mechanism through which the the said motion be implemented given by us and the counter debates and proposal's put forth by the opposition (kids).

My overly dressed deputy took the defeat rather hard, that he quit ever even giving another shot.

The conversation we had afterward reminded me what Marsellus Wallace said to Butch in Pulp fiction "Now the night of the fight, you may feel a slight sting, that's pride f@#@%* wit ya. F@#% pride! Pride only hurts, it never helps....".

True Wallace was simply trying to perfume up his shady deal. But what he said is true. "PRIDE ONLY HURTS, IT NEVER HELPS".