Figures - the girl blocks his way, and she and the other guy's friend hold him back to be hit by the guy who started it. Ladies, get the fuck out of the way when a fight starts. Don't join in, don't try to stop it, just get out of the way.
got too much arthritis in my hands to punch with my old fist, anytime you would like to find out how hard you can be slapped give some old pissed-off guy a chance. aint seen the girl yet that can roll an angry german sheppard with one.
well, life has taught me, you never fight fair with them. and always try to inflict as much damage as fast as you can remember back when everyone had metal trash cans? the lids made a great weapon. also try not to hit them in the head. you only end up hurting your hand, it is much better to slam them into a wall. brick is best. and always hit their knees, inside going out works best.
There is no such thing as a fair fight. As stated above don't hit them in the head unless it is a head butt. Learn the hard points to take an opponent down. Punch them in the throat or just under their armpit. If they can't breath it makes it easier for you. Kick them in the shin or the gonads as both will have them doubled over. Once they are on the ground then you kick them in the head.
My dad, career Marine and DI, taught his children eleven ways to incapacitate a person with only your bare hands. Dad wasn't exaggerating. I forget which FM, but there is a Field Manual which covers this subject quite well.
my uncle jack showed me a few tricks back when I was a kid. he too was a marine. served with chesty back in WW2. from the "canel" to pelieu. after that he taught marines that went on to land at Iwo. no one in their right mind messed with uncle jack, or they never did it a second time.
Threw the guy that thumped my ear across three desks and into the teacher's podium sans the shop teacher. Had been pestering for years. Never bothered me again. Bullies hate the site of their own blood.
Everyone has a line do not cross. For some people that line is further down the way. But the line is there.
It is the quiet one to watch out. I was that guy. That I wouldn't fight back made me a target. Then one day I had had enough. I sent a tormentor to the hospital. Him also being an idiot, enlisted his cousins to fight in his stead. That didn't go well. Because I had had enough. That feeling doesn't easily abate.
No one again dared pick on me. Then we moved and it started all over. My brother got me involved in competitive sports. I grew 6" in one summer, bulked out at the shoulders, and hard muscle replaced flab. That I developed an imposing physique didn't stop all the bully cowards. So I and them had to learn the same lessons.
I deplore fighting and I hate pain. But I will go fucking crazy on anyone who tries. That's my style, to go absolutely nuts with no quarter given. Its not a game of bravado. I've always wanted only to be left alone. But they forced me into doing that which I hate.
THE WRATH OF THE AWAKENED SAXON by Rudyard Kipling
It was not part of their blood, It came to them very late, With long arrears to make good, When the Saxon began to hate.
They were not easily moved, They were icy — willing to wait Till every count should be proved, Ere the Saxon began to hate.
Their voices were even and low. Their eyes were level and straight. There was neither sign nor show, When the Saxon began to hate.
It was not preached to the crowd. It was not taught by the state. No man spoke it aloud When the Saxon began to hate.
It was not suddenly bred. It will not swiftly abate. Through the chilled years ahead, When Time shall count from the date That the Saxon began to hate. ————————————————————————————– Let’s not forget that when peaceful men are finally pushed too far they burn down governments and continents.
I was small for my age when I was a kid, still am. When I was a kid, there was a neighborhood guy, probably six inches taller than me, who used to bully me on occasion. One day, I'd had enough. I punched him as hard as I could right in the solar plexus. Dropped him to the ground. I walked away with him writhing on the ground trying to get his breath back. He never came near me again.
Contrary to me, my brother loves to fight. He has the brains and body and skills to back it up. He told me, They might win, but they will be in a lot of pain. It made me uncomfortable to hear that. Perhaps the most unsettling is I knew he was right. Its taken years but I have adooted that as my own. Having studied human anatomy and having read vavious USMC FMs on the subject, they will know an immense amount of pain if t comes to that. Winning is but an ancillary goal; primary is to cause them so much pain and damage that they serious consider ever again archating physical abuse.
The bitch on the scene always gets the first punch, then you get on with the business at hand after the distractions have been removed from the equation.
Typical, not holding the nogger back....
ReplyDeleteShe is stupid, should have let him finish the found out to put an end to the amish legacy.
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ps Put the previous header back up we did not get to enjoy enough of it.
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DeleteFigures - the girl blocks his way, and she and the other guy's friend hold him back to be hit by the guy who started it. Ladies, get the fuck out of the way when a fight starts. Don't join in, don't try to stop it, just get out of the way.
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DeleteYou mean slapped like a girl...
got too much arthritis in my hands to punch with my old fist, anytime you would like to find out how hard you can be slapped give some old pissed-off guy a chance. aint seen the girl yet that can roll an angry german sheppard with one.
DeleteYeah, a straight roundhouse will do some damage. My girls could slap harder than that guy was...
DeleteFuckin' chick again. Again.
ReplyDeleteThere is no situation involving males that a female, believing in her superiority, cannot make worse.
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ReplyDeleteLess talking, more beating and the feral might learn something. Although, with an average IQ of 70, I wouldn't count on it. Facts be RACISS, yo....
ReplyDeleteGirls in the way should get their nose broken flat. Teach em to stay out of it.
ReplyDeleteSteve S6
When there's more than one jogger around, you're gonna have to fight more than one jogger.
ReplyDeleteHe should've lead with a couple of punches, but being a wrestler, he thought headlock first.
ReplyDeleteIt was not part of their blood,
ReplyDeleteIt came to them very late,
With long arrears to make good,
well, life has taught me, you never fight fair with them. and always try to inflict as much damage as fast as you can
ReplyDeleteremember back when everyone had metal trash cans? the lids made a great weapon. also try not to hit them in the head. you only end up hurting your hand, it is much better to slam them into a wall. brick is best.
and always hit their knees, inside going out works best.
There is no such thing as a fair fight. As stated above don't hit them in the head unless it is a head butt. Learn the hard points to take an opponent down. Punch them in the throat or just under their armpit. If they can't breath it makes it easier for you. Kick them in the shin or the gonads as both will have them doubled over. Once they are on the ground then you kick them in the head.
ReplyDeleteNo - if they are on the ground, stamp on them. Try kicking a can and see how much damage it does, then stamp on it ...
DeletePete L.
My dad, career Marine and DI, taught his children eleven ways to incapacitate a person with only your bare hands. Dad wasn't exaggerating. I forget which FM, but there is a Field Manual which covers this subject quite well.
Deletemy uncle jack showed me a few tricks back when I was a kid. he too was a marine. served with chesty back in WW2. from the "canel" to pelieu. after that he taught marines that went on to land at Iwo.
Deleteno one in their right mind messed with uncle jack, or they never did it a second time.
Threw the guy that thumped my ear across three desks and into the teacher's podium sans the shop teacher. Had been pestering for years. Never bothered me again. Bullies hate the site of their own blood.
ReplyDeleteEveryone has a line do not cross. For some people that line is further down the way. But the line is there.
ReplyDeleteIt is the quiet one to watch out. I was that guy. That I wouldn't fight back made me a target. Then one day I had had enough. I sent a tormentor to the hospital. Him also being an idiot, enlisted his cousins to fight in his stead. That didn't go well. Because I had had enough. That feeling doesn't easily abate.
No one again dared pick on me. Then we moved and it started all over. My brother got me involved in competitive sports. I grew 6" in one summer, bulked out at the shoulders, and hard muscle replaced flab. That I developed an imposing physique didn't stop all the bully cowards. So I and them had to learn the same lessons.
I deplore fighting and I hate pain. But I will go fucking crazy on anyone who tries. That's my style, to go absolutely nuts with no quarter given. Its not a game of bravado. I've always wanted only to be left alone. But they forced me into doing that which I hate.
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Deleteonly thing that works.
DeleteTHE WRATH OF THE AWAKENED SAXON
ReplyDeleteby Rudyard Kipling
It was not part of their blood, It came to them very late,
With long arrears to make good, When the Saxon began to hate.
They were not easily moved, They were icy — willing to wait
Till every count should be proved, Ere the Saxon began to hate.
Their voices were even and low. Their eyes were level and straight.
There was neither sign nor show, When the Saxon began to hate.
It was not preached to the crowd. It was not taught by the state.
No man spoke it aloud When the Saxon began to hate.
It was not suddenly bred. It will not swiftly abate. Through the chilled years ahead, When Time shall count from the date
That the Saxon began to hate.
————————————————————————————–
Let’s not forget that when peaceful men are finally pushed too far they burn down governments and continents.
I was small for my age when I was a kid, still am. When I was a kid, there was a neighborhood guy, probably six inches taller than me, who used to bully me on occasion. One day, I'd had enough. I punched him as hard as I could right in the solar plexus. Dropped him to the ground. I walked away with him writhing on the ground trying to get his breath back. He never came near me again.
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Contrary to me, my brother loves to fight. He has the brains and body and skills to back it up.
ReplyDeleteHe told me, They might win, but they will be in a lot of pain. It made me uncomfortable to hear that. Perhaps the most unsettling is I knew he was right.
Its taken years but I have adooted that as my own. Having studied human anatomy and having read vavious USMC FMs on the subject, they will know an immense amount of pain if t comes to that.
Winning is but an ancillary goal; primary is to cause them so much pain and damage that they serious consider ever again archating physical abuse.
Kipling is a favorite author. His book, The Man Who Would Be King is highly prized.
ReplyDeleteThe bitch on the scene always gets the first punch, then you get on with the business at hand after the distractions have been removed from the equation.
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