Many of the leftists, here, unabashedly consider the family courts, minority members, and illegal aliens to have absolute, moral authority, in spite of their character or personal achievement.
The impartial tool, which is a gun, is always dirty, in spite of it's inability to trigger itself.
Rather than recognizing the jurisdiction of said, family courts, Reno stuck a gun in the face of Elian Gonzalez. Or, at least, she was notorious for saying the buck stops with her, as a sort of catch phrase.
(There's a lot of grave material, on here, this morning.)
While I dislike Christianity-themed cults of personality, I have never sought to trespass upon one, with guns blazing, and burn the people alive.
Since some pararnormalism is expressly allowed, my take on the Branch Davidians...
One member had initially told the gunman on the roof, there were women and children inside. They did not want to initiate force. Please do not enter the window. That's where it became ugly, their religious beliefs, notwithstanding.
Later, night vision of attacks on the compound showed it being saturated with flammable, CS teargas. Some holes, for ventilation, were made with the front of a tank (vs. small arms.) (This is how someone might make a furnace.) And, incendiary rounds were fired, inside.
I generally consider myself a non-participator. I watch, closely, with the narration muted, much like when I am in-person, can genuinely say I am not taking sides, with any of the people, above. I believe in such a thing as objective morality, social utilitarianism, or, at least, the path of least resistance.
I leave the reader with some lines from an immature movie --
Chun-Li: My father saved his village at the cost of his own life. You had him shot as you ran away. A hero at a thousand paces.
M. Bison: I'm sorry. I don't remember any of it.
Chun-Li: You don't remember?!
M. Bison: For you, the day Bison graced your village was the most important day of your life. But for me, it was Tuesday.
— Street Fighter (1994 film)
For me, it was just Monday.