Can you imagine this beast crying and dialing some inarticulate whore's number to tell her how he feels? Can you imagine him letting a fat mother with a bastard in her arms get ahead of him in line? Or working for six months handing out flyers so he can buy an iPhone? Do you see him as a tiger, embarrassed to tell his parents he wants to have a drink with friends for his 24th birthday?
Now look at him again. Do you see any stylish designer clothes on him? Are his muscles bulging and his veins thick? Does he look like a movie star or model? Is there an expensive car parked behind him?
Look at this tiger again and ask yourself, what's wrong with him? Why is there iron in his gaze, steel in his posture, and lead instead of skin?
