They are, after a point. If someone points the gun or swings the shackles, then whether that man is the devil or a mind-controlled victim himself, he must be put down before you're able to solve the bigger problem.
I, for one, would rather die now than to go on another few decades, die anyway, then realize I had been pennywise but dollar foolish in choosing a Master, bringing food to the sick and helping people move homes while enslaving my nation on the basis of lies from the adversary's servants.
They are like the villagers who come charging up the hill with their pitch forks and torches to burn Dracula's castle. They just need to see the monster in their midst
To my shame, does it not feel they've forgotten what has happened to them over the 24 months?
It's not just embarassing but scary. I'm trying hard not to feel the sheep are an enemy too but the sad fact is, I do.
They are, after a point. If someone points the gun or swings the shackles, then whether that man is the devil or a mind-controlled victim himself, he must be put down before you're able to solve the bigger problem.
I, for one, would rather die now than to go on another few decades, die anyway, then realize I had been pennywise but dollar foolish in choosing a Master, bringing food to the sick and helping people move homes while enslaving my nation on the basis of lies from the adversary's servants.
They are like the villagers who come charging up the hill with their pitch forks and torches to burn Dracula's castle. They just need to see the monster in their midst