Little Man with a Gun in His Hand

We ain't feelin' lucky, Punks.  We ain't.  We're down on our knees with a gun to our heads.  The gunman is repeating a few things to us. 

First he tells us that ethics are subjective.  He keeps telling us that what's right for him is right for him.  He tells us to keep still and not make a move.  If we move, he'll cock back the hammer.  He even knocks us around a bit.  He tells us that the anxiety we are feeling is due to our low self-esteem, not due to the man holding the gun. 

Then he keeps going on and on about cultural relativity.  He claims that the "law of the gun to your head" is for our neighbors' sake.  It's for our family.  The purpose of the "law of the gun to your head" is to keep society in order.

Then we thought we would be clever.  We remembered our Dalton Trumbo.  We said in unison, "Give us the gun.  You can point the way, and we will point the gun."  But instead he remembered his Dalton Trumbo better than us.  He tapped Morse code on our heads with the cold steal barrel.  He tapped, "What you ask is against regulations.  Who are you?"

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