Justifiable Bludgeoning

Hey cunt: Open up your fucking purse, rifle through it to find your god damn pocket book, take it out, open it up to one of the many sections you tuck intricately folded currency into, either take out a bill larger than what you estimate your fucking purchase is going to be or start hunting […]

Oh, you starry-eyed, naive piece of hippie shit. Rights aren't guaranteed or protected or unalienable and they certainly can't be defended for future use or for someone else. Rights are asserted.