slaveboyforyou
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Joined: 1/6/2005 From: Arkansas, U.S.A. Status: offline
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The video clip I referred to (I could have chosen to post the link, but decided it would serve no purpose and I really wouldn't want another person witnessing it) was of a married guy repeatedly stabbing his wife in the neck as she lay prone on what appears to be the tarmac on a carpark in America, Slaveboy. Someone was clearly standing holding the video camera, and it shows a youth aiming a poorly executed kick which lacked any kind of force behind it and when it was clear it would not deter him, the youth just gave up and left him to it. No two ways about it, I'd have gone straight for his throat and ended him right there and then. He was so entranced in his frenzied attack on that woman that he wouldn't even have seen it coming, he was oblivious to what was going on around him. I'm not one of those 'gung ho' kind of persons, I abhor violence and do my best to avoid it whenever possible, but there's no way that I could walk away without doing something if I happened upon something like that. MissMorrigan, that's does happen here. I can't explain why it does. I know many people blame the media. But I have a simpler explanation; it's fathers that are pussies. Pardon my language, but it's the truth. I have a pretty adversarial relationship with my father, and I am 32 years old. But I do thank him for my upbringing. I was taught to respect women and to protect weaker people (no I don't mean women are weak.) A lot of people don't grow up with any understanding of what a hard life is. They think their girlfriend breaking up with them is the worst thing there is. They think having to work hard is for suckers. I grew up in that kind of generation, but I didn't get that same kind of upbringing. My parents weren't baby boomers. They didn't believe in all that Dr. Spock psychology nonsense. When I left high school, I had four choices. I either went to college, worked, joined the military, or lived on the streets. I went to college, and I fucked around for 3 years. I ultimately flunked out. My father was kind of enough to get me a job as a laborer. After a year of that, I knew I made a mistake. A hard day's work will cure you of wanting to cause mayhem. It knocks that chip right off of your shoulder. You don't think you are a tough guy, when you are surrounded all day by REAL tough guys. I don't think a lot of younger people get that life lesson anymore. They sail through life without a care in the world, and it's their parents that are to blame.
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