Or… not. A big part of the trick is to determine who is, and is not, The Enemy.
Warning… this is not going to be an altogether serious essay, and it’s pretty much off the cuff. It is Sunday after all. And I’m in a quotey mood.
Ministry o’ Truth recently posted a good essay titled Why I Fight. Many in the leftosphere discuss all this stuff daily. Why. Who. What. Where. And quite often, there is at least an undercurrent of How. As if there’s only One Way.
Sigh.
The only rules that really matter are these: what a man can do and what a man can’t do. For instance, you can accept that your father was a pirate and a good man or you can’t. But pirate is in your blood, boy, so you’ll have to square with that some day. And me, for example, I can let you drown, but I can’t bring this ship into Tortuga all by me onesies, savvy? So, can you sail under the command of a pirate, or can you not? ~CJS
