Like a thornbush in a drunkard’s hand is a proverb in the mouth of a fool.
“They hit me,” you will say, “but I’m not hurt! They beat me, but I don’t feel it! When will I wake up so I can find another drink?”
Like tying a stone in a sling is the giving of honor to a fool.
Like an archer who wounds at random is one who hires a fool or any passer-by.