Once upon a time, (but not so very long ago), there was a King – an African King – sitting on his elaborately hand-carved wooden throne (in his grass hut), peaceably watching over his kingdom. And he was happy, until suddenly, and with no warning whatsoever, there came the traveling Throne-salesman, who said:
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Shelley Broadway and I have disagreed on public forums. She has responded as if to a personal attack. Her husband has responded likewise. I’m sorry we can’t be friends.
From the available context, the purpose of the second amendment is crystal clear. The founders believed there should be no standing armies in peacetime. (They’d be aghast at our current military situation!) Private citizens should be free to own and become proficient with any weaponry that may be useful in time of war, because they may at any time be called upon to fight in a war.
What we call marriage is several things:
I decided to bicycle to the Community Groups meeting last Wednesday. Allowed two hours to travel the sixteen miles, then wound up stopping at a nearby Farm Fresh to avoid arriving an hour early. Wandered around for a while and realized I’d left my clock/speedometer on the bike. Saw a short line at the register and read the cashier’s name-tag. Asked, “Excuse me, Michael; have you got the time?”
In a lilting soprano, he started “I get off at …”
There should be no such thing as "implied contract." If I don't explicitly agree in writing to government enforcement of terms, then I don't want no government goons sticking their big noses into my personal business.
But that's just me being an unreasonable nutjob. I am aware that most people fully expect their government daddykins to come rescue them every time they stub their little toesie on a nasty bump in the road of life.