I’ve occasionally told my purely imaginary and never happened tale of stopping a rape when I was a teen, by means of kicking the rapist under the chin as he knelt over her getting her clothes off. Dead right there. A stupid pig starting to draw on me as I carried the woman to get help only furthered my low opinion of stupid pigs and set my method for dealing with muggers and rapists: the urban equivalent of shoot, shovel, and shut up. (In practice: break neck, leave the body where it falls, maybe mention that something happened but provide no details.)

No honest citizen should report a defensive killing to the stupid pigs unless there’s a good chance that he’ll be identified and it’ll look better if he goes to them first. I’m not sure how that plays out with modern America’s pervasive surveillance.

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