Grandfathered In

You cannot operate a god damned slaughterhouse in the historic district!  But here's this poor little guy, bad teeth, leather coat, stinks like violets.  Stands up straight, near on to tears, ready with the whole speech.  History and death, kosher and halal, centuries paid for, steel and consecration and redemption and god knows but finally forget it, I say, this town you want a variance you don't miss the deadline, without rules we're just animals.