Tuesday, December 30, 2014
It's becoming, in light of recent police aggression, understood by most, that it is not the gun that is worthy of our fear, but the badge. The badge is infinitely more dangerous because it allows those who wield it the blank check to kill without fear of consequence. The liberals say that banning guns will solve this problem, and the conservatives keep saying if you respect the law no ill will come to you. You can your vote fear on left or the desire to punish on the right, but neither choice is worth its weight in piss. The sensible solution is to ban the badge, not the gun. It is obvious, as it has always been, that the authority we invest in police officers, we invest with no return value. It is not the job of the police to protect you or to be a public servant, it is their job to enforce the law. He is a paid goon for a criminal syndicate which operates on the authority that we ourselves have invested in them. And it has risen to power on our backs with no compunction about abusing us. We have rights, apparently, which can be suspended of course at the discretion of those dispensing the rights. And still we are not victims of anything but our own fear, and our desire to be cared for by a tyranny of pretense to one thing, and the shadowy reality of another. No man or woman is capable of wielding power over another without the eventuality of that power being abused. No individual is qualified to wield that power. Those most uniquely unqualified to wield that power, are those who are also most drawn to positions that grant them that, and this is a cross that mankind has borne since the inception of the state; the authority to both wield the law, and yet be impervious to it.
"For we contend not against flesh and blood. But against principalities, powers. The rulers of darkness. Against spiritual wickedness in high places" -Ephesians 6:12
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