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A loud "Ha!" and reassertion of proud poetic demeanor attended that assessment as John held his glass up and stared at the light through the Scotch. McGuiness picked up on that, "We filter what we see, John." O'Brien just grunted affirmation, paused as the liquid swirled oddlly animating light fairies on the tablecloth. "Gaffe." "Hmm?" "What's this pool thing?" "Ohhhhh, Johnny. It's the history of mankind. Mankind. Kind man.... hmmmm.. anything but that." "Don't get all poetical on me." "People fight. Hey, that's my cow, or get your chickens off my field, you scratched my car... they fight. Law resolves, Johnny, law resolves. Law between the parties. But who stole my cow? A thief is loose? That's crime. The state has a vested interest in civility and thus is a wounded party when crime is committed." "I didn't drink that much." "I'm getting there. So, what happens when a horde from the east sweeps in on horseback killing everybody in their path? Taking everything? Take'em to court? War? Better have a bigger army. It's not about law anymore. It's about power. Think of that repeating theme, Attila, every kind of Goth Upagoths, Downagoths, Left and Rightagoths, hell they all came a head lopping through. Anybody get sued?" "What's the point?" "Time. There are petty crooks stealing sweaters from Brooks Brothers, but there are grand scale menaces who destroy or repress populaces. Law? What good is that? They make it."