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What I mainly hear is your response. Not only does it sound like BS, it smells like it too. Yes, at some point words have an odor to them.

The start is that it's a turd. I don't overly care about how you describe it after that.

Are you sure he isn't a rapist? The daughter's journal leaves some doubt in my mind on that subject. He's not a convicted rapist, but that's not quite what you said.

Realistic possibilities are welcome. That's not what you've been doing. The odds of one in a million presents a possibility. Just not a realistic one. Ever day we can create possibilities in our mind. It's possible that one day mankind could evolve into sprouting wings. Even the most remote crazy and convoluted of things exist as a possibility.

Yet by far more of those will never come to pass and have very little odds of ever happening. I asked for a realistic scenario not a long shot possibility. There's quite a difference between the two.

I too was raised in a very religious household. My dad too believed in "Spare the rod, spoil the child". But I was one of the lucky ones. He believed that was a measure of last resort. He believed in warnings and that other forms of discipline be exhausted first. Rarely did it boil down to corporal punishment being the final solution. He was shall I say effective of getting his message across via other methods. But other kids I went to church with were not so lucky. So it may be easier for me to understand than you think.

No surprise there.


The court found him liable for sexual assault and the judge stated that in fact it did fit the qualifications of rape. I know you will always doubt everything even in hindsight long after the matter has been settled. When you only read things in book or in articles and not on a jury who heard the entirety of the evidence that will happen.

"From what I saw it's questionable despite me not hearing all of the evidence that was presented to the jury. I only know a portion of the story which causes me to think the jury may have gotten it wrong."

Now, I reckon we all know that Congress is the one who writes the laws of the land. That’s pretty clear in the ol’ Constitution. But what if, just for the sake of arguin’, we imagined a world where folks had a bit more say in their own lives? Think of it like a mental joyride, not a roadmap. Picture a world where everyone’s front yard is a tiny kingdom, complete with its own rules and regulations. It sounds wild, but it’s a thought experiment, not a call to action.

Imagine, for a moment, that your neighbor decides to declare his lawn a “sovereign nation” where the main currency is old baseball cards. Every time you mow his lawn, he pays you in Mickey Mantles and Babe Ruths. Sure, it’d be chaos if everyone did it, but it’s fun to think about, kinda like wonderin’ what the world would be like if dogs could vote.

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WooferDawg mentioned that most folks who try these wild ideas wind up in jail, and he’s right. That’s a real consequence of takin’ these ideas too seriously. The reality is, laws keep things runnin’ smoothly. Without ‘em, we’d be like a Browns game with no refs – pure pandemonium. It’s like my grandpappy always said, “A little imagination is a good thing, but too much can get you into a heap of trouble.”

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What you are postulating is not the good old USA. More like dystopian reality of Fahrenheit 451, 1984, Animal Farm, Atlas Shrugged, Soylent Green, The Hunger Games and most Sci-Fi genre of alternative reality.

We have 230+ years of constitutional order to get where we are. Now the challenge has been to figure out what a more perfect union is, rather than to start from scratch, or create a world that is only plausible in the mind of a science fiction writer.

It's great discussion over a beer, but it ends when you try to adopt something that has different rules.

In an example of a failed attempt to tally up the number of laws on a specific subject area, in 1982 the Justice Department tried to determine the total number of criminal laws. In a project that lasted two years, the Department compiled a list of approximately 3,000 criminal offenses. This effort, headed by Ronald Gainer, a Justice Department official, is considered the most exhaustive attempt to count the number of federal criminal laws. In a Wall Street Journal article about this project, “this effort came as part of a long and ultimately failed campaign to persuade Congress to revise the criminal code, which by the 1980s was scattered among 50 titles and 23,000 pages of federal law.” Or as Mr. Gainer characterized this fruitless project: “[y]ou will have died and [been] resurrected three times,” and still not have an answer to this question.

Much like too much imagination being problematic, it seems the "law" may also have passed beyond the point of a little being a good thing.

Back when the Constitution was written, the different states had different rules. But give the feds (or anyone practically) a little power, and they want more. And on and on.

Less legalism, more love and grace would be a decent start to a more perfect union to me.

Fewer "rules" (Not no rules,) More freedom. More choice. Less pressure towards homogenization, more acceptance of differences. Less us vs them. More we're this and they're that, and that's okay.

Saying something is realistic and saying something is reality are not the same. Reality exists in the present moment. Future events are not yet real. Claiming Biden or Trump will be president may be realistic. It is not yet reality, which is what you had been claiming.

You don't seem to recognize the semantic difference.

Some possibilities are more realistic than others. Decisions people make now limit those possibilities, but not as irrevocably as you intimate. I'm trying to make other possibilities more likely. One must start somewhere.

Odds change. Long shots win. Circumstances change. A lot could happen. Nothing happening in November is a done deal yet. (Unless the fix is in.)

Again, you misread what I wrote. My father didn't spare the rod. You heard something that wasn't actually what I wrote.