You and your ilk are exactly the types who get turned out on the first day.
You and your ilk are exactly the types who get turned out on the first day.
I don’t know what that means, but when people talk about “my ilk,“ it seems they are never saying something nice. My ilk must be really terrible people.
You fight for as long as you can, as hard as you can, because as soon as you don't, it's the first day of the rest of your life.