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"
Another Road Trip
Just got back from Charlottesville. Went up to help my youngest son do some work around his house. It's a good thing that my Dad used to come down and help me do the same kind of things so now I know how to help my sons. While reading Contrary Goddess
Gestalt of Dad I couldn't help but think about my Dad and how he was the one I always called when I needed something fixed around the house.
Labels: Eric, road trip
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