Mine is : Rights are the things that I am willing to kill over. My liberty, My property. My freedom of Association. My right to free speech, and religious liberty, my right to vote, and my right to keep and bear.
A right is a thing which you are simply not willing to live without.
Think for one second that we live out in the sticks, and I am your neighbor, and a bit tuffer. If I come over and try to enslave you, what will you do ? Will you call the cops ? What if I smash the phone ? What if I just keep beatin on you trying to make you my slave ? Will you mow my lawn ? Or fight back and kill me ?
What If I destroy your property ? And the replacement ? And the Home you mean to stay warm in over winter ? Will you fight over any of your rights Bodi ? Will you always hire it done or flee ?
I mean, my mom had some weird **** up inside there when I was born. She's a little nuts and thought that I should have some stuff to play with while I was waiting for the "big day" so she crammed pretty much everything she could find up there.
When they were counting "arms" after I was born they were already at 13 before they even got to the two attached to my shoulders!
Tucker Case - Tard magnet.
No Lives Matter