Dueling

Audience, Leaning is clearly going off on tangents here. In his last post he tries to paint a picture of my view as one that believes no people anywhere have self control. Then, with confusing examples he tries to topple my previous argument concerning correctional options. Leaning, you insist on sticking to your own harmful definition of honor. Who, in the past, has been more honorable? The cowboys of the west alongside their rogue posses, or Mahatma Gandhi with his movement for peace? The feudalistic knights of old who exploited from the poor, or Mother Teresa who fed them?Making the practice of dueling legal would allow for those in society who wish to gain immoral power the means to do so. An example of this is as follows: A man by the name of Frank is watching television one day when a broadcast emergency station overrides his Price is Right show. A rainbow screen appears for a split second, then a man in a suit is seen staring boldly back at him. Confused, Frank leans in toward the screen. The man on the television begins to speak. He says "Today is a day the world will forever remember. Hundreds of years ago, the practice of the Duel was common, an accepted part of society. The Duel is, simply, an event agreed upon by two individuals, where both engage in either hand to hand combat, or combat with use of a pistol, all with the end goal of ending the others life in order to gain societal status. Today, ________, 2018, the United Nations Board has agreed to pass a law, once again legalizing this ancient practice." Frank is in awe. What did he just say? Did he just say the world authorities have made it legal to kill another human being, as long as I "challenge" them, and it is a "mutual agreement"? Frank, without a moment to lose, grabs his coat, boots, and trusty (soon to be bloody) .22 Winchester Magnum revolver. His heart is racing, he's always dreamed of this day. He knocks on the door of a house owned by his boss, Marty. The owner slowly opens the door. Standing there, plump, hairy, and cheerful, he utters, "What can I do for ya?" With an empassioned and slightly creepy grin, Frank looks directly into the man's eyes, and says, "I challenge you to a duel." Not fully understanding the situation, but never backing down from a fight, Marty says, "Well... alright. If it's what you want." Frank fires back, "Oh, I've been wanting this for a long time..." With a disappointed look, Marty goes inside for a minute, grabs his hat and gun, and steps outside to face his challenger. By the time the two men's guns are drawn, Frank's revolver is already smoking, and Marty has a hole the size of a baseball in his stomach. Beginning to laugh, Frank turns from his dying opponent, softly saying "Now I get what I deserve. The job that was supposed to be mine." Marty is left in the street to slowly bleed out, while Frank gets back into his car, and drives home, where he will sleep restfully, waiting for the next day. The day he will replace his former boss, who's children will grow up without a father. The correctional system may be flawed, but using Dueling as a way to "weed out" the "bad apples" of society would extremely damage our youth as well as those who can't yet be trusted with that large responsibility.