To Dogtooth, I
In continuation, I have been thinking about the libertarian concept of armed self-defence: call me a mewling, puking nanny-stater but I really don't want to sit in the pub with sandbags around my chair, some sort of machine-gun under my arm, a revolver on my hip and a knife in my boot (or more accurately, trainer) eying up each new face at the bar for potential danger and firing the odd warning shot when someone heading for the lavatories gets a little too close. However, that is the type of vigilance needed if one is to provide oneself with anything like the same level of protection which an effective legal system can. I don't make my own lightbulbs or drill for my own oil, so why would I want to carry my own guns?
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Wild Bill Hickok is my hero. I want to be armed to teeth. The day will come - BOUNTY HUNTERS IN SPACE...
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