There, but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford
My aim, then, was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us. Fear is the beginning of wisdom.
I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation.
People already can duel away to their hearts' content. We'll just arrest the winner for murder afterwards.
It's hard for me to understand why we should allow people who are willing to gun each other down in cold blood over mere insults or percieved lack of "respect" to wander around free. If their so-called honour is really that important to them it's hard to see why they should not be expected to bear a jail term in order to defend it.
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