“Is that legal?” the Leader asked.
“Legal?!” the assistant answered, looking surprised. Surprised that the Leader was asking a question rather than bleating out his “facts”. He was also surprised at the naivete of the question.
“Law is for those who can’t afford anything else. And besides, we make law. We interpret law. Do you think that having automatic weapons available to every half-wit dumbass in this country ought to be legal?
The Leader had a grim look on his face.
“NO!” the assistant answered, “No fucking way! But they are and that’s the law.”
Now he was on a roll.
“Law is a useful weapon, though. It’s a gun that can be pointed at our enemies.
The advisor interjected, “There you go again with your useless analogies…”
“Metaphors” the assistant corrected.
The advisor shook his head in disgust and smiled at the now sulking Leader. He was confused into silence. He didn’t like feeling stupid. He would have to make someone else’s life a little worse, a little more miserable. That was his gun.
Space is amazing thing. We create things to create space; we place things to create certain spaces and we rely upon people to give us space. Space surrounds us; it makes up most of the universe and yet we are surrounded by barriers.