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hardest job they had was figuring ways to get the few guns they did possess to the actions that they planned, and then securing the right caliber ammunition. The best they could do was highly selective reprisals. Tit for tat. What was I talking about? Excuse me, Mina, that's off the track. OK?" "Sorry." Marcus mused, "I'm not so big on tats, but tits.." Mina shoved him right off his chair, "Watch it, buster!" A chastened doctor with mock shamefacedness skulked back into his seat, "Sorry, I like your tats too.." He was on the floor again. "I'm warning you!" "Yes my beloved." "Would you care for a seat belt?" the waiter offered, "Duct tape, perhaps?" Marcus considered the offer as John went on. "Can you imagine the state of mind, when, in 1919, the twenty six southern counties succeeded in leaving the commonwealth. That left Catholics, where the McGuinnesses lived, outnumbered two to one - which wouldn't have mattered if there had been a thirty three percent minority representation, or a Bill of Rights. Something. Almost anything. Some form of minority consideration. Or.. or.. even an historic sense of public fairness. But, democracy? Don't confuse that with what we have here. Anything the majority approved was OK and enforceable. Majority was and is not counted in bodies but rather in votes, more like earned credits. Only persons of certain categories get to vote. Once eligible, that one voter could have many votes, a vote representing work, one for educational status, some for property, children, whatever. Entire districts are disenfranchised. Thousands have no votes. Some democracy.