I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend. (J.R.R.Tolkien, The Two Towers)

When I carry a gun, I don't do so because I am looking for a fight, but because I'm looking to be left alone. The gun at my side means that I cannot be forced, only persuaded. I don't carry it because I'm afraid, but because it enables me to be unafraid. It doesn't limit the actions of those who would interact with me through reason, only the actions of those who would do so by force.

Marko Kloos "Why the Gun is Civilization"

Thursday, March 09, 2006

OK, so where's the worm??

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posted by H. Stallard @ 10:35 PM   1 comments

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At 7:59 PM, Blogger CG said...

this is a scary picture to me -- so totally factory. And manufactured at that (chicks aren't fluffy at first of course). Etc.

 

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