He wasn’t a pussy. He had neither the depth, nor the ability to give pleasure.

Our duty is to fight and die, brother

or sister. I don’t really care.

Haha, sure, if thats what you need it to be. You figured it out. Its actually that I don’t understand what I’m talking about and not that your debatebro crap doesn’t work on me.

So, just to confirm, you’re saying that there are only two options for dealing with crime.

A) We have the police exactly as they are now

B) We pretend crime doesn’t exist

And me asking questions about this false dichotomy you’re trying to force here is because I, not you, don’t understand a problem here?

I just need to check thats what’s going on here and that you’re OK with that being your position. If its not, please feel free to let me know.

I hope you can understand that I’m hardly going to have an open conversation with someone who won’t even admit that a third option can exist here.

I still couldn’t make out which one is was sorry?

So, are you saying we do or we don’t all have to just sit around and trust crime wouldn’t exist? Sorry, I couldn’t tell which one it was you were saying from that answer.

Oh, I read the whole thing. I’m just dodging and evading in the same way you do. Turns out, you find your behaviour quite annoying too.

I’m not sure why you think I have to answer for an ideology to your satisfaction or I have to abandon any agreement I might have with it.

What is it about you that makes you think thr only options are the police, exactly as we have them now, or we just have to trust crime won’t exist?

Why do you have to pretend these are the only two options?

Yeah thanks yoda

Not because they disagreed with him morally or anything of course. They just thought that they could do a better job.

Tbf, British high command agreed that the potential replacements, which included his best generals, would have been better at leading the nazis. They also realised hitler would kill them all when he found out.

Still, shame they found out though hey?

Again, I’m not sure why you think anyone is saying that crime won’t exist or that people won’t have to deal with criminals.

You know, its almost, almost as if you’re making up a position no one is taking and then arguing against that instead.

Well, I say almost…

See, the thing is, I already know I’m right, so I’m not going to waste time by giving you arguments to find flaws in.”

Again, nice try but I’m used to people as slippery as you. What you mean is “you’re right, we don’t just have to sit around and trust that crime doesn’t exist. However, I’m the kind of person who really struggles to back down or walk back even the most wild and silly of things that I imply.”

you mean why a system of justice that is held liable to a court system is not superior to a system of justice where people can just go after whomever they want? yeah, you do have to explain that actually

Why would I explain something completely different to what I said to you?

Lol nice try but I don’t have to provide you with an alternative for you to attack. You’re wasting youre time there.

The point is, even all those hundreds of years ago, we had an alternative to just trusting that crime wouldn’t exist, as you suggested was the only alternative.

Other than its state-ness exaplin the difference between state vigilante justice and the exact equivalent done by any other kind of group.

I really, really hope I don’t have to explain why it being done by a state doesn’t magically make it better, in of itself.

Its one of the major themes of the thread you’re replying to.

Maybe so, maybe not so but, whatever it is, its a hell of lot more than just trusting that crime didn’t exist, don’t you think?

They keep them right next to the automotive gender reassignment theatres.

I was shooting heroin and reading “The Fountainhead” in the front seat of my privately owned police cruiser when a call came in. I put a quarter in the radio to activate it. It was the chief.

“Bad news, detective. We got a situation.”

“What? Is the mayor trying to ban trans fats again?”

“Worse. Somebody just stole four hundred and forty-seven million dollars’ worth of bitcoins.”

The heroin needle practically fell out of my arm. “What kind of monster would do something like that? Bitcoins are the ultimate currency: virtual, anonymous, stateless. They represent true economic freedom, not subject to arbitrary manipulation by any government. Do we have any leads?”

“Not yet. But mark my words: we’re going to figure out who did this and we’re going to take them down … provided someone pays us a fair market rate to do so.”

“Easy, chief,” I said. “Any rate the market offers is, by definition, fair.”

He laughed. “That’s why you’re the best I got, Lisowski. Now you get out there and find those bitcoins.”

“Don’t worry,” I said. “I’m on it.”

I put a quarter in the siren. Ten minutes later, I was on the scene. It was a normal office building, strangled on all sides by public sidewalks. I hopped over them and went inside.

“Home Depot™ Presents the Police!®” I said, flashing my badge and my gun and a small picture of Ron Paul. “Nobody move unless you want to!” They didn’t.

“Now, which one of you punks is going to pay me to investigate this crime?” No one spoke up.

“Come on,” I said. “Don’t you all understand that the protection of private property is the foundation of all personal liberty?”

It didn’t seem like they did.

“Seriously, guys. Without a strong economic motivator, I’m just going to stand here and not solve this case. Cash is fine, but I prefer being paid in gold bullion or autographed Penn Jillette posters.”

Nothing. These people were stonewalling me. It almost seemed like they didn’t care that a fortune in computer money invented to buy drugs was missing.

I figured I could wait them out. I lit several cigarettes indoors. A pregnant lady coughed, and I told her that secondhand smoke is a myth. Just then, a man in glasses made a break for it.

“Subway™ Eat Fresh and Freeze, Scumbag!®” I yelled.

Too late. He was already out the front door. I went after him.

“Stop right there!” I yelled as I ran. He was faster than me because I always try to avoid stepping on public sidewalks. Our country needs a private-sidewalk voucher system, but, thanks to the incestuous interplay between our corrupt federal government and the public-sidewalk lobby, it will never happen.

I was losing him. “Listen, I’ll pay you to stop!” I yelled. “What would you consider an appropriate price point for stopping? I’ll offer you a thirteenth of an ounce of gold and a gently worn ‘Bob Barr ‘08’ extra-large long-sleeved men’s T-shirt!”

He turned. In his hand was a revolver that the Constitution said he had every right to own. He fired at me and missed. I pulled my own gun, put a quarter in it, and fired back. The bullet lodged in a U.S.P.S. mailbox less than a foot from his head. I shot the mailbox again, on purpose.

“All right, all right!” the man yelled, throwing down his weapon. “I give up, cop! I confess: I took the bitcoins.”

“Why’d you do it?” I asked, as I slapped a pair of Oikos™ Greek Yogurt Presents Handcuffs® on the guy.

“Because I was afraid.”

“Afraid?”

“Afraid of an economic future free from the pernicious meddling of central bankers,” he said. “I’m a central banker.”

I wanted to coldcock the guy. Years ago, a central banker killed my partner. Instead, I shook my head.

“Let this be a message to all your central-banker friends out on the street,” I said. “No matter how many bitcoins you steal, you’ll never take away the dream of an open society based on the principles of personal and economic freedom.”

He nodded, because he knew I was right. Then he swiped his credit card to pay me

Londoner here. The easy way to remember it is, the bridge with the towers, specifically the one next to the tower of london, is called tower bridge.

The one that was the only bridge into the old, walled city of London for centuries, specifically the one right next to London bridge Station, is called London Bridge.

Being used to it, I can only imagine how confusing that must be for people.

Triggers broom, the bridge version.

Because law enforcement tend not to listen to random people making wild accusations online.

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Always knew he was a sex pervert

“- we are golden, like the shower”

Fixed that for them.