Monday, March 10, 1997

Jackals Of Justice

Justice, some say, is a dead thing, crippled and weak, like a decrepit old man without his canes.

Justice, some say, now lies in muddied gutters, weeping and forlorn and drowning in refuse, with a garrote tight about its throat.

But I say nay. Justice is strong. Justice will find you, and when it does, remember this: it has teeth.

- Mike Wood

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