There's another way to look at this. The less effective the more effective.
Would you rather die by a gun shot to the head or worse the sensation of all your flesh, tendons and all the mechanics that allow you to circumnavigate the world (such as to move at that which gives you pleasure and away from that which gives you pain rather than being a piece of flotsam bobbing on the waves) torn from you then left as a gurgling potato for a couple of decades trapped in a prison worse than prison one of your own flesh and blood or rather lack there off a hapless observer people buzzing around you and tending to you like a baby thinking you want feeding when you're really saying over and over "kill me" begging for a mercy killing.
A very very long and painful death indeed. Living but nothing else. One day the potato spluttered. The nurse responded on dear are you hungry, did you poop yourself, do you need more morphine or is it something else. It was "if only he had a gun instead, legalise guns, please".
It's a very good deterrent indeed. The problem is it's not so good against the man. Or is it? Then you have to get really creative to get destructive.
If there's many of them and only one of you all the better.
You only have to take down one and it's even. That's easy because it's more targets.
Generally speaking though once the typical piece of scum sees their like reversing back out of the corner gripping their spilling guts and wearing the face of death then they scram because they know what's coming for them and that's worth way less than whatever valuables are in the next room.
I spare no quarter. Nothing deters me. When filth dares invade my territory either they get what's coming to them or I die trying.
We make do.
I'd advise against the whisker. The wife will go mad.
There's another way to look at this. The less effective the more effective.
Would you rather die by a gun shot to the head or worse the sensation of all your flesh, tendons and all the mechanics that allow you to circumnavigate the world (such as to move at that which gives you pleasure and away from that which gives you pain rather than being a piece of flotsam bobbing on the waves) torn from you then left as a gurgling potato for a couple of decades trapped in a prison worse than prison one of your own flesh and blood or rather lack there off a hapless observer people buzzing around you and tending to you like a baby thinking you want feeding when you're really saying over and over "kill me" begging for a mercy killing.
A very very long and painful death indeed. Living but nothing else. One day the potato spluttered. The nurse responded on dear are you hungry, did you poop yourself, do you need more morphine or is it something else. It was "if only he had a gun instead, legalise guns, please".
It's a very good deterrent indeed. The problem is it's not so good against the man. Or is it? Then you have to get really creative to get destructive.
If there's many of them and only one of you all the better.
You only have to take down one and it's even. That's easy because it's more targets.
Generally speaking though once the typical piece of scum sees their like reversing back out of the corner gripping their spilling guts and wearing the face of death then they scram because they know what's coming for them and that's worth way less than whatever valuables are in the next room.
I spare no quarter. Nothing deters me. When filth dares invade my territory either they get what's coming to them or I die trying.