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"

Sunday, July 15, 2007

An Open Letter to the Thief in Possum Hollow

It's one thing when the deer, rabbits, and raccoon help themselves to the free salad bar of my garden. The deer especially (see tracks in above pictures) will receive a check for their trips to the buffet come this bow season.

But it's quiet another thing for the HUMAN who has been helping him/herself to the squash, zucchini, and green tomatoes. I WILL eventually catch you. And when I do just remember one thing about me...I don't get mad...I GET EVEN!

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