I’m a pacifist, people!
I resist violence, seek a third way, turn the other cheek. I think ‘just war’ is an oxymoron (as war is neither filled with justice nor limited to ‘just’ war), and that even violence done in self defense or in defense of the powerless does harm to God’s body (which may or may not be a necessary evil in a broken world).
And yet, there is something so endearing about how many of you are prepared to ride into battle on my behalf, whether against an individual or a system. I’ve had offers for frying-pan attacks, physical assault, and two separate offers by two separate engineers (watch out for those guys; they may seem quiet and geeky, but they have access to people with nuclear devices!) for cruise missiles and/or carpet bombs unleashed over the state of Vermont, which I think might defeat the purpose of trying to move there, though I can’t be sure.
I must respectfully decline the offers of violence, but your intensions are noted!
However, I can’t risk you doing harm to my new landlord and lady, who are currently reviewing a credit check and plan to hand Husband the keys to a lead-paint-free, energy-efficient house later this week.