Posted on 02/28/2013 11:28:08 PM PST by 2ndDivisionVet
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Is there any doubt that we are living in the crazy years?
http://www.scifiwright.com/2010/01/the-crazy-years-and-their-empty-moral-vocabulary/
Is there any doubt that we are living in the crazy years?
http://www.scifiwright.com/2010/01/the-crazy-years-and-their-empty-moral-vocabulary/
Is there any doubt that we are living in the crazy years?
http://www.scifiwright.com/2010/01/the-crazy-years-and-their-empty-moral-vocabulary/
That can be arranged...< /sarc >
Jesus advised the disciples to buy a sword in Luke 22:36: "But now if you have a purse, take it, and also a bag; and if you don't have a sword, sell your cloak and buy one."
This does not conflict with the admonition to "turn the other cheek". That applies to insults and minor abuse, not to potentially injuring or deadly assaults.
“The reporter then asked her, “But what if someone is trying to kill you?” She replied, “They’ll just have to kill me.”
Works for me.
I’m sure this soon to be eliminated soul would not mind then if we place a signed in her yard or on her door which says she maintains a gun free zone ... seems every day we get more identifying data on little barry bastard boy voters. As if watching David Axelgreasy, Eric Hold-muh-beer, Elena Kiss-ass-agan, and Silky Sotomeyer were not enough!
My mind just can’t wrap around this idea not to protect oneself. I just don’t get it. Lucky for me Mr C4E feels exactly as i do. His and hers. 38’s close at hand. :-)
She’s only interested in making sure the young thugs in her neighborhood don’t get blown away when they’re mugging someone or playing the knockout game. She knows they’re not going to break into her place to try to rob her.
Thank you for the kind words. Sometimes you just have to play the hand you’re dealt.
I feel lucky to be alive and have learned to appreciate the little things in life that most people take for granted. For instance, today the sun is shining and the birds are singing. It’s a good day to be alive.
I believe that we are all born with the willl for self preservation even the lessor species. A gnat will fly away if you swat at it so obviously this women does not even possess the intelligence of a gnat.
Thanks. I pray that the person who did this to me will get what he deserves some day.
“That applies to insults and minor abuse, not to potentially injuring or deadly assaults.”
As it should and should not.
Thanks. Self-defense is a very important issue for me. This world if full of people who should not be drawing breath.
My apologies if I missed thanks to anyone who offered kind words.
That is why I have a gun on the nightstand and a dog at the foot of my bed (when she's not actually in it). The dog would be next to useless at protecting me, but you will NOT sneak in past her. Once I'm awake, any intruder has more to worry about than the dog.
Got a 12 gauge pump in the closet in case I don't think the 9mm will do the job.
I am sorry you had to go through that, but you sound like one tough and courageous lady, not for what you went through--you were just along for the ride on that--but for the way you seem to have handled it afterwards. My hat is off to you.
P.S. - Judging from your "about page." you've already covered the dog angle.
I agree with you. I respect her stance that she will not use a gun to kill another human. ok. Fine, but don’t ask me to risk my precious life for yours.
That is a fine decision to make, I support her. And as a fellow female, I too have a choice, and I want her to keep her hands off of my Bushmaster.
Pacifism: The Ultimate Immorality by Raymond Kraft
Last week, Jack and Jill Pacifisto were walking home through the park after dinner with friends, during which they had spent a few hours discussing the immorality of violence and war and their commitments to send more money to progressive activists over the next year. Suddenly, Tony Thug stepped out of the shadows and pointed a pistol at Jack and said, “Give me your wallet,” and, pointing the gun at Jill, “Your purse.”
“What?” asked Jack, incredulous, “Hey, we don’t want any trouble. We’re pacifists. We aren’t going to hurt you.”
“Not my problem,” said Tony, “Gimme your money.”
So Jack and Jill did, and then Tony said, “And now gimme your watches, rings, jewelry, everything worth anything.”
“Hey,” said Jill, “This is my wedding ring!”
And Tony said, “Not my problem.”
Jack and Jill handed over their wallet, and purse, and all their jewelry and Rolex watches, and then Tony shot them both twice in the chest and picked up the loot and stepped back into the shadows.
As Jill lay dying she whispered, “Jack? Why didn’t you fight back? Why didn’t you have a gun?” Those were her last words.
“I couldn’t,” whispered Jack. “I’m a pacifist.” Those were his last words.
A few days later, Bill Thaxton and his wife were walking home through the park after dinner, when Tony Thug stepped out of the shadows.
“Give me your wallet, your purse,” said Tony, pointing his gun first at Bill, and then at his wife. He did not know that Bill was an old lawman, and had been a Marine sniper when he was young, and was active in the Single Action Shooters Society and had a concealed-carry-permit. Tony assumed that the old man was just an old man with some money and a few credit cards in his wallet walking home from dinner.
“Sorry, friend, I don’t like guns, and I don’t want any trouble,” said Bill.
“Not my problem,” said Tony, “Gimme your wallet, your purse,” he said, waving the gun at Bill’s wife, “Rings, watches, everything.”
“And what if I don’t?” asked Bill.
“I’ll shoot you both. Her first,” said Tony, pointing his gun at Bill’s wife again.
“Well,” said Bill, “Okay, honey, do what he says.”
She tossed down her purse. Bill reached slowly for his left lapel with his right hand and then, like lightning, did a cross-draw with his left and came out blazing with his trusty little 9, nailing Tony three times.
As he lay on the sidewalk dying, Tony Thug was heard to mutter, “Damn, I shoulda stuck with the pacifists . . .”
An acquaintance wrote me last week to tell me proudly how he had been a pacifist since the ‘60s. His letter set me thinking about pacifism, which is the ultimate and vilest form of immorality.
If you are Hitler, or Saddam, or Osama, or Ahmadinejad, your desire to kill those you dislike is at least honest and open. You wear you hate on your sleeve and we know who and what you are. But the Pacifist wears his refusal to resist evil as if it were a badge of honor, and claims it as a sign of his or her absolute moral superiority. The Hitlers and Osamas are at least honest about who they are, the Pacifist is not. Not even to himself.
The German Pastor Martin Niemoller wrote a poem circa 1946 about the quiescence of German intellectuals in the face of the Nazi rise to power that has become famous. Translated, it reads:
When they locked up the social democrats,
I remained silent,
I was not a social democrat.
When they came for the trade unionists
I did not speak out,
I was not a trade unionist.
When they came for the Jews
I did not speak out,
I was not a Jew.
When they came for me
there was no one left to speak out.
The Pacifist says something like this, but, unlike Niemoller, without apology. He says:
When you come for my allies
I will not fight you,
for I am a Pacifist.
When you come for my countrymen
I will not fight you,
for I am a Pacifist.
When you come for my neighbor,
I will not fight you,
for I am a Pacifist.
When you come for my mother,
my father, my brother,
my sister, I will not fight you,
for I am a Pacifist.
When you come for my wife,
my husband, my son,
my daughter, I will not fight you,
for I am a Pacifist.
When you come for me,
I will not fight you,
for I am a Pacifist.
The Pacifist claims that he (or she) is too good to fight against evil, and this is the catastrophic intellectual and moral failure of Pacifism. In the guise of being too good to oppose evil, the Pacifist invokes the ultimate immorality by aiding and abetting and encouraging evil, on the pretext of being too pure, too wise, too sophisticated to fight evil, thereby turning the pretense of goodness and purity into an invocation and license for evil to act without opposition.
The moral stance of the Pacifist is, unwittingly perhaps, homicidal, genocidal, fratricidal, suicidal. The Pacifist says, in effect: “There is nothing good worth fighting for. And there is nothing so evil worth fighting against.”
The Pacifist is willing to give evil free reign, because he or she thinks or feels that fighting against evil is even worse than evil itself . . . an intellectual and moral equivocation of monumentally staggering proportions. In order to be a Pacifist, one must hold that Nazism or Islamism or Communism or any other puritanical totalitarian ideology that seeks to slaughter or oppress all the Jews or all of any other race or tribe is no worse, is not morally inferior, to the existence of Jews and Judaism, or whatever other race or tribe is the whipping boy of the day.
To be a Pacifist, one must hold that acquiescence to a Jihad that seeks to destroy Western Civilization is no worse than Western Civilization, even though the Jihad seeks to extinguish intellectual freedom, religious freedom, political freedom, and ultimately even the freedom to be a Pacifist.
As the English philosopher Edmund Burke said, “The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.” The Pacifist replies, “I am so good that I will do nothing, I will hurt no one, even if that means that good will be destroyed and evil will win. I am so peaceful that I will not discriminate between the goodness of good and the badness of evil, certainly not with enough conviction to take up arms, literally or figuratively, against the triumph of evil over good, of totalitarianism over freedom, of barbarianism over civilization.”
And so the Pacifist, perhaps unthinkingly, unwittingly, mistakenly, is deeply mired in his intellectual confusion, but surely and unequivocally, the epitome of evil itself, For the Pacifist devoutly believes that by refusing to fight against evil he is affirming that he is good, too good and pure to oppose evil, too good and pure to fight evil, to good and pure to kill evil. But in the end, he is the enabler without whom the triumph of evil would not be possible.
Works for me.
If it’s cool to be weak, cool to be poor, cool to be a victim, cool to be a freak, cool to be a criminal, cool to be a jerk, cool to be a liar, cool to be a cast-off, cool to be illiterate, cool to be disruptive, cool to be crazy, cool to be sad,...then, I don’t want any part in it.
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