When you think of vigilante justice, what comes to mind?

Kicking down the door some creepy dude down the street, what your kid said tried to lure

them behind some building at the local park, and then you did some online sleuthing and found

out that this turd on legs has a criminal record involving sexual crimes against children.

Do you picture yourself going full Dexter Morgan on their ass, just making them disappear.

Or maybe do you picture running down somebody who tried to steal your car and tackling them,

just holding them down until the police arrive and tell you you're a hero?

Maybe you picture Batman or the Punisher, some superhero, so many superheroes or vigilantes,

who've decided that enough is enough that criminals must pay,

that the system is too broken and corrupt to stop them, so some brave dark night needs to rise

up and do what they can't or are unwilling to do. Maybe you imagine some Robin Hood-like hero,

stealing from the rich to help the poor. You've also probably seen or heard stories on social

media or in

documentaries or on podcasts as some parent who went after their child's killer or abuser,

and maybe you have thought to yourself, good for them. There are certainly examples of vigilante

justice that have received, you know, mostly public approval. Maybe you fantasize, like I certainly

have, about how nice it would be in moments

to bring back some kind of Wild West vigilante justice. When you rounded up a posse and someone who

did you wrong or, you know, and you went and got them or you joined a posse where somebody else you

know is wronged and you find the dirtbag who robbed the town bank or murdered your friend or

sexually assaulted your friend or sexually assaulted

your wife or your daughter and you into reference an incredible Clint Eastwood Spaghetti

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