Another Question about the Non Aggression Principle

From: T
Sent: Thursday, October 03, 2019 2:07 AM
To: [email protected]
Subject: Alice and the NAP

Dear Walter, Back in the 1980’s I had a good friend who went to a small town in Eastern Washington on a big lake. He got a construction job. Let’s call him “Steve.”  Steve met “Alice” in a bar in town and went to her home. Steve liked to drink beer and Alice gave him one.  Steve drank the beer and suddenly noticed that the lights were dancing and elves were cavorting on the lawn. “What’s in this beer?” He asked. “LSD.” Alice replied. “It’s good stuff.” The evening continued. My friend Steve, decided to go up lake to work and never see Alice again. But as he was working up lake and listening to the only radio station, he heard the daily police report from the lake town. Alice had been arrested. She’d been shooting at her boyfriend. She didn’t hit him and was soon enough released as her boyfriend didn’t press charges. A curious situation, but soon cleared up. The town knew that Alice’s boyfriend was a coke head and gay and Alice didn’t like it much. Well, she didn’t like the homosexual part. Years later, I was working in this same small lake town and was drinking beer at a dive bar. In comes Alice. Oh, I knew her. It was a small town. Alice throws down a manila envelope on the bar and orders a double whiskey soda. She’s sitting next to me. “Let me buy you your drink, Alice.” “Who the Hell are you?” “I’m T a friend of X,Y, and Z.” “Ah, well, thanks for the drink.” Alice smacks the manila envelope and says, “Looks like I’m done for. The doctor…ah, to hell with it!” Alice was a heavy drinker and no doubt her liver had given out. She looked a bit ill even in the dim light of the dive bar. Alice was a very pretty woman in her youth. And she was smart. I couldn’t resist asking her about my friend Steve and the LSD in the beer evening. “Who? Don’t remember.” She answered. So I asked about her shooting at her boyfriend that summer day years ago. That got a response. “That fu**ing fa**ot! He was fu**ing some guy. I might have caught Aids or worse from that butt pirate! There he was sitting in the armchair and I pulled out my 357 Magnum and put one bullet to his left, one to his right and one under his feet. He jumped up and ran out the door to his old rusty Ford Torino. I put the last two bullets into the trunk.” I bought Alice another drink.

My questions to you, Walter, as a Libertarian; “Did Alice act in self defense against her boyfriend who may or might have given her a deadly disease?

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2:13 am on October 20, 2019