Also better hope you never get sick, old, or otherwise suffer Badass Decay. then you need to keep your gang happy, without risking them gunning for your spot. If your gang of supporters will avenge your death. Unless you have the ability to live without sleeping and eating, sooner or later you have to put down the weapon, and somebody just might slit your throat from behind. Needless to say, this argument is rather on the cynical side of the sliding scale, and one of the most popular themes of a totalitarian dystopia, though that doesn't necessarily make it untrue. Hence why anyone can get away with useless, inefficient, and silly laws if the legislators have the weapons. The idea is that laws are just rules enforced by the threat of violence - they don't have to be good or noble, they just have to threaten you if you break them. Some political theorists consider this to be the basis of all law and ethics. The phrase "talk shit, get hit", while crude, is one of the most common real-life applications of this. More formally, this is known as the "Argumentum ad Baculum" note Literally "appeal to the stick" or Appeal to Force, whose logic goes: "Agree with me, or I will hurt you." The fact that this is obviously not valid doesn't stop it from being persuasive. One character might just lean on another temporarily, or they might live their whole life using force wherever they can. In any case, the strongest one around can do whatever they want because there is nobody who can enact justice upon them. Maybe someone has a bigger army than the police, maybe they have a remote-control nuke buried underneath a city, maybe they have superpowers that render them nigh-invincible, maybe it's an isolated situation where no greater authority is aware or able to respond. This trope is what happens when there's nobody who can or will. As much as those principles are great, they rely on someone being willing and able to enforce note keeping in mind that the root of "enforce" is "force" the law. Now imagine she's white.Most modern societies are built on the principles that justice is blind and no man is above the law.
Can you see her? I want you to picture that little girl. Can you see her? Her raped, beaten, broken body soaked in their urine, soaked in their semen, soaked in her blood, left to die. And she drops some thirty feet down to the creek bottom below. So they pick her up, throw her in the back of the truck and drive out to Foggy Creek Bridge. It snaps and she falls back to the earth. Imagine the noose going tight around her neck and with a sudden blinding jerk she's pulled into the air and her feet and legs go kicking. They throw them so hard that it tears the flesh all the way to her bones.
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They start throwing full beer cans at her. And when they're done, after they've killed her tiny womb, murdered any chance for her to have children, to have life beyond her own, they decide to use her for target practice. First one, then the other, raping her, shattering everything innocent and pure with a vicious thrust in a fog of drunken breath and sweat. They drag her into a nearby field and they tie her up and they rip her clothes from her body. This is a story about a little girl walking home from the grocery store one sunny afternoon.
I'm going to ask you all to close your eyes while I tell you the story. Jake Tyler Brigance: I want to tell you a story.
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