#neverliberal #nevermarxist
Back in my Air Force days, was in a place a bit outside of the base. An argument started between a tall, skinny, tooth pick cowboy and a very, large, heavy set man. Bar tender told them to take it outside. So we all, took our beers and went out to watch. They square off and totally unexceptionably, the cowboy pulls out a gun and shoots the the guy. He looks down, reaches behind, and picks up a shovel out of a pickup, about that time the tires grabbed asphalt and we were out of there.
Here is another. I once went fishing down Bayou LaFourche south of NOLA and Baton Rouge. My host was business colleague who lived in this little shrimping town. We were finished fishing in the bayou and we went to this joint. Went in and my host went behind the bar, got us a couple beers and put money in the register. There was no one attending the joint and it was wide open. I asked my host about this and he said the owner just keeps it open. I asked what happens if some robs the place. He simply relied, "We kill them". It is called Cajon justice.
Sounds like a place I could like. With a very lowest crime rates. My dads father was found swinging from a rope. They say he beat his wife for the last time. The 5 boys all had sold alibis. Idaho has changed a lot in three generations.