Ok, in for a penny in for a pound.
"Moonbeam, mad because I mentioned your meds the other day?" No, don't remember and don't take any.
"Treason is the highest crime against the state and as a direct result of that crime, people die or are tortured by other regimes. Oh, overlooked that little part, did you?" I said, "There is nothing wrong with loving your country and wishing ill on those who threaten it, provided your country deserves that honor." This, of course means exactly what you said with the proviso that we are talking about a guilty person and a decent country. Traitors to the Reich were heros, you know.
"Come down from your fvcking ivory tower and look at reality for a change. You betray your country, you deserve the worst that can be meted out. If you don't like this place, leave and live somewhere else but don't kill those who are serving their country." Here of course we see the lunitic desparation and contempt with which you hold your country in fact rather than in word. The reality you want me to come down to is the reality of cowardness. You do not trust that our just laws which have served the United States for over two hundred years and have made us the greatest country in the world are good enough. It is not good enough that the wheels of justice turn inexoribly and bring the traitor to heel, that he be executed or put away in a manner plain, fair, and open for all to see. No, you are the patriot fanatic, the brown shirt, the red guard, the kgb for whom the name country is the absolvent of all trace of humanity. Torture the spy, his is the highest crime against the state, doesn't matter what state. Torture him and make us exactly like those he spies for. That call for torture is the betrayl of everything your country stands for, AndrewR, don't you see. You are the traitor. You are the one so right that justice is irrelevant. You are the madman against whose presence we must ever stand vigilant.
You ask about my meds? Let me ask you, Did your dad push you around alot and make you feel like a wimp. Are you henpecked. What's with the kill the bastard, torture him crap, are you twelve and struggling with a rambo confused manhood thingi. Grow up! You're a waste of braincase and you're not even stupid.