This isn’t like in CO or OR, or one of those vicinities highly populated by degenerate liberal hippie trash. This is closer to my own backyard. The land I trapse.
Murder? More like taking out the trash. In East Texas, my family, forebearers, and their neighboring peers had a common, prevailing motto, you’d hear more than just about any other. That “some people just need killin.” It cast a wide net, but there was never any question that it included child molesters, pimps and dope-peddlers. The scum of the earth. And don’t doubt for a minute that I could personally dispatch any of those three from the face of the earth without the slightest pang of conscience.
You will not be allowed into the kingdom with that.