I said if you were thinking of joining a militia, etc, etc.

but if you join a militia and practice shooting FBI agents in the bush then you're probably a fucking nutter.

The very next sentence I walked it back.

You've gone into crazyville.

"Police? There's a dude raping my daughter, I'm apprehensive to approach him because he's mentally ill and doesn't deserve the use of force I'd normally reserve for a sane child molester. Could you please come to my home immediately and apprehend him, preferably for detainment in a mental institution where he can seek the help he needs?

Oh, you want my name?

It's Shaft McInternet"

I once beat a guy as I was talking to the cops on the phone. I know it sounds like I make this shit up but I'm dead serious.

He broke into my apartment, came back the next week to do it again but didn't know I was home. Left, and tried to break into someone elses house at which point I was on the phone with the cops and when he came out I caught him, bounced his face off the sidewalk while talking to the dispatcher the entire time. The whole situation was hilarious really, I had the guy with my foot on his neck while pulling the backpack he had stolen from me the previous week off him. If you can picture this, he's face first on the sidewalk with me with one foot on his back and his arms are completed trapped backwards because of the straps on the backpack. Fun times.

All this back and forth is this thread seems ridiculous.
Did the parent in the situation act responsibly? No. Did the punishment fit the crime? Yes.

I once stabbed a man in the eye, no shit.

Few years back I was flat on my arse, jobless and next to homeless then I met this guy, lets call him Joe, top lad, made friends and he helped me out to get back on my feet, gave me a place to stay, bit of money to tide me over and sorted me out with some work but the thing is Joe had a Mrs. Anyway after about 6 months me and his Mrs start gettting it on, for about 3 years we were bouncing each other all round the house and we really liked each other until 1 day Joe came home and caught us at it, he fucking flipped and nearly broke my jaw so I just grabbed the fork from the fondue I was munching and jabbed him in the eye, not long after the police turn up and took him away, leaving me in the house with his mrs. After a few days go by he turns up, cotton patch on his eye ranting and laughing about how he was shagging some other bird across town before walking back out, if it hadnt been for cotton eye joe id been married long time ago, where did you come from and where did you go ?, where did you come from cotton eye Joe ?

On this fate filled voyage Kracus yearned for his gay lover, having been rescued by the giant bird and leaving him behind, he encountered a moral realisation that life is not worth living without his trusted Captain Spaz and set sail for super gay bay...

in a world where people do what they want and say

sorry!

after

i think anybody pedoing should get shock collar and sent in to melted down reactor duty.

at least the guys dead now and wont be continuing!

...and he was accompanied on this voyage of anal discovery by an entire crew of gay elvish sailors. when Kracus asked them how many of their cocks they could fit up his ass, they replied they could fit all of their cocks in there, though one helpfully added "and my bow" (thankfully there were no dwarves on board)