Two terrorists are chatting. One of them has his wallet out and
is flipping through pictures. "Yeah, this is my oldest. He's a
martyr.
Here's my second son. He's a martyr, too."
...There's a pause...
The second terrorist says, wistfully, "Ah, they blow up so fast,
don't they?"
If you don't have the time to do something right, where are you going to find the time to fix it?
-Stephen King