Okay, it's mini-allegory time.
I'm Joe; I run Joe's Pub. It's a small place, off the beaten path,
where people come to drink a little and talk a lot. Things have
a quiet, predictable routine around here. At least, they did until
this morning. Bob comes in the door and says to me:
"Tom threatened to kill me! You've got to bar him from the pub."
"Did he threaten you here?"
"No, but you have to keep him out."
"If he threatened you, then tell the police. Unless he does
something in the pub, I'm not going to throw him out."
"But it's your fault Tom found out where I live. He followed me
home from this place. You have to keep him away."
"Sorry, I can't help things that happen outside the pub."
"You'll keep him out, or I'll sue you!"
So there I was, stuck in the middle. I don't know how it will all pan
out, but for now, I've kicked Bob out of the pub. He can come back
after he's taken responsibility for his own life and either settled
things with Tom or taken the issue to the proper authorities.
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Diem Perdidi
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