Wyatt! Wyatt! They hit Clum's house too, shot up his wife. His wife! Whoever heard of that? They're bugs, Wyatt. All that smart talk about live and let live. There ain't no live and let live with bugs. -- Tombstone, 1993.
When I opened the mail today, I got a surprise. An Easter card with what was apparently dried birdshit in it, i.e., an unidentified brown and white powder that had been placed in the card when wet.
I was careful opening the card, figuring it was a threat. Didn't figure on that though. If I breathed any of it it was only a particle or two. So, having consulted the experts here and after two hours having experienced no ricin symptoms (and I immediately began taking Cipro in case of anthrax), I will simply turn over the letter tomorrow to the local law along with the other death threats.
I was on my way to pick up my daughter at school. If this was weaponized anything it might have killed her too. These assholes didn't care whether they killed or terrorized her. Bugs.
I could panic and hit the emergency room, but I don't have the co-pay and that would be giving the filthy collectivist prick a victory. I must admit that I am starting to develop a healthy hate, one that I must guard against if I do not want to become the same kind of beast that collectivism apparently manufactures so easily out of these godless assholes. Acting like bugs, they've just about got me convinced of their absolute lack of any humanity.
As I have written before, when you can think of them as bugs, as they think of us, it makes it easier to kill them. I am now to the point where I almost DO think of them as bugs. Like Zander to the Brain Bug in Starship Troopers, I want to scream,
"One day, somebody like me is going to kill you, and your whole fucking race!"
Collectivism has finally convinced me that it is a race unto its own. They have also demonstrated that this is an existential war of extermination, one way or another.
Them or us.
I vote them.
They still have to shoot first. But it will be the last temporary advantage they get.
There ain't no live and let live with bugs.