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Question: Your walking down a deserted street with your wife and two smaill children. Suddenly, a dangerous looking man with a huge knife comes around the corner and is running at you while screaming obscenities. In your hand is a Glock .40 and you are an expert shot. You have mere seconds before he reaches you and your family. What do you do?

Liberal Answer: Well, that's not enough information to answer the question! Does the man look poor or oppressed? Have I ever done anything to him that is inspiring him to attack? Could we run away? What does my wife think? What about the kids? Could I possibly swing the gun like a club and knock the knife out of his hand? What does the law say about this situation? Is it possible he'd be happy just killing me? Does he definitely want to kill me or would he be just content to wound me? If I were to grab his knees and hold on, could my family get away while he was stabbing me? This is all so confusing! I need to debate this with some friends for a few days and try to come to a conclusion.

Conservative answer: BANG!

hhhmmmm... the weirdest thing is that it it would be really odd if I was walking down the street with a wife... Hmmm... and even weirder carrying a gun.... But aparently I'm a conservative... No wait! I'm just a leo!

Very funny, especially because Im an ultra-liberal person but wouldn't hesitate using that gun. Maybe it's just my strong survival instincts.

There's nothing wrong with killing shadowy looming threatening people with dangerous knives. Even god would have one of his angels kill the person if he was in the situation, that or he'd call a flash flood or something.

I shot the sheriff, but I did not shoot the deputy.
I shot the sheriff, but I did not shoot the deputy.


All around in my home town
They're trying to track me down.
They say they want to bring me in guilty
For the killing of a deputy,
For the life of a deputy.
But I say:


I shot the sheriff, but I swear it was in self-defense.
I shot the sheriff, and they say it is a capital offense.


Sheriff John Brown always hated me;
For what I don't know.
Every time that I plant a seed
He said, Kill it before it grows.
He said, Kill it before it grows.
I say:


I shot the sheriff, but I swear it was in self-defense.
I shot the sheriff, but I swear it was in self-defense.


Freedom came my way one day
And I started out of town.
All of a sudden I see sheriff John Brown
Aiming to shoot me down.
So I shot, I shot him down.
I say:


I shot the sheriff, but I did not shoot the deputy.
I shot the sheriff, but I did not shoot the deputy.


Reflexes got the better of me
And what is to be must be.
Every day the bucket goes to the well,
But one day the bottom will drop out,
Yes, one day the bottom will drop out.
But I say:


I shot the sheriff, but I did not shoot the deputy, oh no.
I shot the sheriff, but I did not shoot the deputy, oh no.