I've been thinking about that ridiculous fanny merchant who said
“I may not agree with what you're saying but I'll fight to the death for your right to say it.”
Oh really? Are you quite sure about that? I think you should have thought that one through before going public with the nonsense and embarrassing yourself instead of thinking that it was so clever you just couldn't wait to share it.
I also think that the first god-damned PC puppet person to repeat it should have been stoned to death in a gravel pit after a really good going over with whips and clubs and pointy sticks – just to discourage any foolish others, you understand.
If the twaddle man had half the sense attributed to him he would be far more likely to have said
“I may not agree with what you're saying and, if I don't, I'll fight to the death to stop you saying it.”
That is so much more sensible, isn't it? But you don't think so, eh?
Okay, follow this -
Now, imagine our twaddle merchant meeting Adolph Hitler in a Bierkellar in Munich in, say, 1929, and Mr. Hitler telling him about his political and racial purity ideas and how those rotten old state authorities wanted to stop him speaking in public. Fighting for Hitler's right to speak in public and share his ideas leads to WW2 and all its misery. Well done!
Now, imagine me (with my idea of how things should go) meeting the fucker in that Bierkellar in Munich, hearing his ideas - and then knifing the bastard in the sweet spot when he went to the bogs for a slash. Result? No WW2 and we all stayed home and ate cake. Lovely!
So, I ask you, which would have been better for everyone? The ever so lovely twaddle merchant fighting to let Adolph talk his way into power, or Cassandra the brave and bloody-handed knife-man doing the sensible dirty in the Scheisshaus? I think we all know the answer to that one. I also think that there are still a few widows and orphans and survivors of the camps who might well sigh and say
“Ah, if only you had been there, Cassandra. If only you had been there.”