"A good man always knows his limitations."
-- Inspector "Dirty" Harry Callahan, played by Clint Eastwood, in Magnum Force, 1973
There are two kinds of limits.
The first is a line beyond which I will not pass. This far and no farther. A moral limit.
The second kind is a conditional case, a line which you may not pass with impunity. In Dirty Harry (1971), Eastwood's character taunts the punk, "Do you feel lucky?" -- daring the punk to cross the line beyond which Harry will respond differently.
"Play stupid games, win stupid prizes."
-- Ancient military lore
Because maybe George Zimmerman wasn't being particularly wise when he engaged in the kind of behavior that led to the 2012 shooting death of Trayvon Martin.
Or because you could argue that Kyle Rittenhouse maybe wasn't particularly prudent when he went down to the Antifa / BLM protest, armed or not.
Or because maybe making yourself identifiable as the Other Side when walking in the enemy territory of Portland, Oregon is not the brightest thing for a Patriot Prayer participant to do these days.
On the other hand, maybe Trayvon shouldn't have assaulted the guy with the gun.
Maybe trying to attack the kid in Kenosha and take his openly carried rifle is not the best plan.
And maybe the assassination of somebody just because he's wearing the other team's hat is inexcusable anywhere, anytime.
Where is the line?
Why shouldn't an American be free to express himself by his T-shirt or hat as being or joking about anything he pleases? And aren't normal people being pushed past their limit of endurance these days?
I don't know. We do have lines we won't cross. But an awful lot of Americans may have lines we don't want others to cross.
Do you feel lucky?