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To: Nadine Carroll who wrote (45074)	5/17/2004 11:12:45 PM
From: Ilaine	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 793597

Well, Nadine, my dear, we can cross that bridge when we come to it. In the meantime, are you at all familiar with the story of the boy who cried wolf?

To: Nadine Carroll who wrote (45074)	5/17/2004 11:20:47 PM
From: Ilaine	Respond to of 793597

The Story of the Boy Who Cried Wolf. Once upon a time, in a country beset with wolves, a young boy was sent to watch his father's flock of sheep. His father told him, "son, if you see a wolf, you must cry loudly, 'wolf, wolf' and everybody in the village will come running carrying shovels and axes and rakes and they'll kill the wolf." So, OK. The boy sat around watching the sheep, and, eventually, he got bored. So, he thought he'd have some fun. He stood up and cried out, loudly, "wolf! wolf!" Immediately, everybody in the village grabbed the nearest weapon, shovels, axes, rakes, flails, and they all ran as fast as they could to the field where the boy stood. He laughed at them, and they were angry, but his father gave him a good talking-to, and after they grumbled a while, they went back to work. Time passed, a month or two, and again, the boy was bored. So, he stood up and yelled out, as loud as he could, "wolf! wolf!" Again, everybody in the village grabbed the nearest weapon, shovels, axes, rakes, flails, and they all ran as fast as they could to the field where the boy stood. He laughed at them, and they were angry, but this time his father gave him a good tanning on his hide, and after the villagers grumbled a while, they went back to work. Well, the boy did not like the spanking, and he had learned his lesson, so he did not cry "wolf! wolf!" again, until the day came where he actually saw a real pack of wolves, starving, slavering, yellow eyed, greedy and fiercely attacking the sheep in the field. He cried "wolf! wolf!" as loud as he could, but nobody listened to him, and nobody came, and the last thing the wolves did, they ate him.

To: Nadine Carroll who wrote (45074)	5/17/2004 11:50:57 PM
From: Dayuhan	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 793597

And if you have an Al Qaeda member in custody, and you know he knows where the dirty bomb is going to be set off, what do you do then? CB already answered that question, with this: The law can be bent or ignored when it's absolutely necessary for the good of the community as a whole, but otherwise, you go by the rules The critical point, of course, is "when absolutely necessary". If you find yourself stretching that definition, or straining for evidence to rationalize your moves as "absolutely necessary", that's a good sign that you've gone too far. It's similar to the definitional problem surrounding the justification of the use of force by invoking the right to self defense. We all agree that individuals and nations have the right to defend themselves. There remains the question of what degree of threat is required before this principle can be invoked. If you blow someone away because he had a bulge under his jacket and gave you a dirty look, questions are going to be asked, especially if the bulge turns out to be a wallet. I'm starting to wonder about the prison thing. My first reaction was that it had to be independent action by a few sickos, abetted by weak supervision. I'm not so sure now. The sheer volume of the photographic evidence argues against that. If we had a few snapshots, that would be consistent with a sick prank. Thousands of photos suggests that somebody was photographing this stuff for a reason, and, by extension, that somebody was organizing these sessions for a reason. That suggests intent. I do not want to see the 7 jackasses take the fall for somebody higher up.