At GIGO, Rafa writes, "There is no defense without an attack and, at least the ones I have known of or read about, an unborn baby is not attacking anyone."
At Zillas, TEEBONE retorts, "You are wrong. Self-defense is about a THREAT, whether it is intentional or not. If the threat to life and limb exists, then the right to exercise lethal force to stop it exists, also."
This exchange inspires yours truly to write a comforting bedtime story. Suitable for all children, from eight to eighty.
* ahem, ahem *
Once upon a time, TEEBONE was walkin' down the street singing ... er no, he was walkin' down the street, mindin' his own business, as is his wont.
ANYWAYS, a school bus full-o-children sans driver is barreling down the street towards ol' T. We may never find out what happened to the bus driver, but never you mind. TEE had a solution! He prayed like he never prayed before. It was a miracle! Of the likes none have seen in modern times. An armed and loaded rocket launcher appears in his hands.
Whooosh! Ka-boom! And the bus is stopped in its tracks.
"Heh," grunts TEE, "It was a threat." And TEE starts whistlin' down the street.
And he lived happily ever after.
The End.
(*) Apologies to Rocky and Bulwinkle.
Posted by Bob at June 4, 2003 08:02 PM