Violence....

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    Nov 09, 2008 8:38 AM GMT
    What is the most violent interaction with another person/people you have ever endured? Did you do something that provked the incident? Were you injured? Did you learn anything? Did the attackers ever get caught? Have you ever commited an act of violence against another person? Was it provoked?

    I went out this evening and noticed this guy that was really out of control, mouthy, nasty and just genarally very belligerent. At closing time I saw a group of guys outside with him, having a rather heated exchange, that broke into a fight. The mouthy guy was getting his ass kicked pretty convincingly, until the police showed up. They arrested all of the guys involved, but had an ambulance take away "mr. mouthy". .....I wanted to go over and tell the cops what I saw, but decided against getting involved, since I was getting tired and quickly running down. I guess I am having second thoughts about it now, and it kind of bothers me that I was able to justify letting the mouthy guy get his ass kicked, even though I felt he deserved it. ....icon_eek.gificon_confused.gif Is violence ever an acceptable answer when you aren't in a war zone?
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    Nov 09, 2008 9:25 AM GMT
    heh, how typical, a guy gets beaten up and your to concerned about your own wants to even at least tell the police what happened.

    No, violence is never the answer, a mouthy guy can always be out maneuvered and dealt with none violently.

    Unless someone physically attacks you, nothing should provoke a physical attack on another person and even then, you should only go so far as to protect your self and anyone with you.
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    Nov 09, 2008 6:14 PM GMT

    You were right not to get involved. You are not mouthy and you do not have anger issues; you didn't belong over there and I am glad you know that.Lay down with dogs, wake up with fleas, you know that!
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    Nov 09, 2008 8:00 PM GMT
    The most violent situation I ever faced was being shot through the chest with a 22 rifle by a crazed PCP addict whom I interrupted while he was robbing our house. I damn near died - but was very lucky - the bullet missed the heart and most major organs - and then exited my body. Friends were with me and an ambulance got me to the hospital pretty fast. I was young (17) and in great shape. Aside from emotional and a few physical scars - I recovered nicely - and feel like one of the luckiest guys on the planet.
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    Nov 09, 2008 8:25 PM GMT
    lilTanker saidNo, violence is never the answer, a mouthy guy can always be out maneuvered and dealt with none violently.


    Pfft!

    A few knuckle sandwiches will teach him to mind his manners. No one likes an asshole.



    Retribution has it's place. I would have spoken up.
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    Nov 09, 2008 8:31 PM GMT
    I have had a number of incidents. One that comes to mind was in March of 1996 when I was 37 years old. I was walking home with an armful of groceries one night, when three members of the Vineland Boiz gang confronted me and demanded, "Gimme yo money, muthafucka!" I said, "Fuck you," right back, as I had no money and I tend to get resistive when someone tries to rob me. Quicker than you can imagine, the leader of the group pulls out a metal baseball bat, and with a full-strength swing, smashes most of my face WIDE OPEN. Yes, the front of my skull at the bridge of my nose and cheekbones was completely visible. Somehow, I stayed conscious, and as I hit the ground on my back, the little fucker runs up with the bat raised to club my head in. Before he could, however, I jumped to my feet. He was, needless to say, rather stunned at that, and as I blew out a breath through my now-flattened nasal area, a sizable spray of blood flew out as well. When I saw that, I just turned into Hannibal Lecter. I lowered my chin, gave him this evil leer, and took a step toward him saying, "You little son of a bitch!" (I've had a lot of acting training, so I know how to look pretty scary, kinda like the organ player in the Haunted Mansion) and he swung at my head again. This time I ducked the swing, and danced back to grab the bottle of Chardonnay I had in my bag of groceries. I was gonna make a marinade for my pepper steak with it. I grabbed the bottle and threw it at his head. He ducked to the side, the bottle missed by about a foot, but that, along with my willingness (and ability) to fight demoralized him enough that he ran off with his homies. When the LAPD cops got there, they treated me like I was the bad guy, and told me that if I'd succeeded in hitting the guy with that bottle, they would have gladly arrested ME on attempted murder charges, even though I was asaulted with a deadly weapon during the course of a robbery. Fuckers.
    Another time, I was with a girlfriend coming out of the Beef Bowl restaurant in Glendale one night in December of 1984 when I was about 26 years old, and this drunk Mexican comes up and presses his body against me like he's trying to cop a feel. I tell him to get lost, and without any further ado, he roundhouse punches me right in the face. Well, we started brawling, and because he was drunk, my best shots had little immediate effect. It went on for about 5 minutes until the cops arrived and broke us up, and again, the cops were belligerent as hell with me, mostly because my girlfriend was Black. She even tried to tell them that I was only defending myself, and I swear to God, one of the cops actually said to her, "Shut up, nigger!" They went on to tell me that if I wanted to press charges, that I would have to spend the night in jail for assault! I chose not to press charges.
    Well, I had a sore back the next day, but I'm proud to say that with two hard left jabs I broke the guy's front teeth, nose, and both cheekbones. I also called the Glendale PD's watch commander that very evening and reported those two cops, telling him exactly what was said.

    Most recently, in 1997, I arrived home one night to a little house I was renting in Hollywood to find some strange man trying alternately to climb my front gate and tear it down when he couldn't climb it. Well, I told him to get off my property, and he yells, "Fuck you, this is my house NOW!" Since I knew it wasn't, I simply grabbed him by the shirt front and smashed him in the face with a hard right. I kept this up, driving him up the sidewalk toward Santa Monica Blvd, step by step, punching about every two steps. He was about 4 inches taller than me, about the same weight and age. He was definately intoxicated with something. Finally after about the fifth blow, he broke free and ran away, and I went back inside my house.

    I was also shot once in Pasadena in a drive-by shooting in broad daylight by some gang kids on Orange Grove. They were driving repeatedly around the block shooting at people, and another guy got hit also. Luckily, the bullet only hit my hand, and the other guy was only grazed as well.

    Some of the worst violence I have suffered was at the hands of my step-father, an ex-L.A. County Sheriff who was very vicious when drunk, which was almost every night. One night when I was 15, he knocked me to the ground and stomped on my head until he broke my skull open. He also manually broke my mother's neck one night, and although she survived, she never recovered her health after that.

    So, I guess it's been a bit of a violent life for me.
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    Nov 09, 2008 8:50 PM GMT
    Violence with total strangers has not been an issue. With people I know? Well that is a different story.
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    Nov 09, 2008 9:03 PM GMT
    There was this guy who for years talked shit about me... we went way back, we were friends at one point. I'd had enough with this bitchy queen talking shit about me and talking hadn't done much in the past. This guy needed to know that he needed to stop messing with me. So I dumped his drink on him and punched him in the face.

    It was prolly the most violent thing i've done in my life. The first time i've hit another person but he shut his mouth from then on.
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    Nov 09, 2008 9:24 PM GMT
    6.38
    Although we almost never feel compassion
    For those who, through defilement,
    Bring about their own perdition,
    What purpose does our anger serve?

    6.39
    If those who are like wanton children
    Are by nature prone to injure others,
    There's no reason for our rage;
    It's like resenting fire for being hot.

    6.40
    And if their faults are fleeting and contingent,
    If living beings are by nature mild,
    It's likewise senseless to resent them--
    As well be angry at the sky when it is full of smoke!


    Shantideva. (2006). The way of the Bodhisattva : A translation of the Bodhicharyavatara (Padmakara Translation Group, Trans.). Boston, MA: Shambhala Publications, Incorporated
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    Nov 09, 2008 10:23 PM GMT
    When I was twelve my friend's cousin and I were jumping on a trampoline. He was a couple years older than me. We were trying to see who could jump higher (or so I thought). We were jumping in unison face to face. When we were both in air at the height of our jump he grabbed me by the shoulders, and when we hit the trampoline he kneed me in the jaw-- chipped all of my front (permanent) teeth. My bottoms jutted out of my gums and were extremely loose. I probably could've pulled them out by hand if I wanted to. Blood gushing, just rushing, out of my mouth. Whenever I opened and closed my mouth I chewed on the chips of my teeth. So I pushed my bottoms back in my mouth and ran to my friend's mom crying and bloody. I could eat nothing but bananas and pudding for three weeks. I guess my teeth look okay now, but I was messed up for a while.

    I honestly don't know why he did it. I never did figure it out. But when he came for another visit the following year I let loose on him. I wasn't going to let him get away with what he did. Just adding fire to the flames.

    Sometimes violence is necessary. I never provoke for its use, but if I have to defend myself I'll use it.
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    Nov 10, 2008 2:20 AM GMT
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    lilTanker saidNo, violence is never the answer, a mouthy guy can always be out maneuvered and dealt with none violently.


    Pfft!

    A few knuckle sandwiches will teach him to mind his manners. No one likes an asshole.



    Retribution has it's place. I would have spoken up.


    Oh please, learn to use your mind first sweet heart, violence is never the answer, it gets you absolutely no where.
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    Nov 10, 2008 2:34 AM GMT
    I am a survivor of torture, at the hands of my catholic terrorist mom, and her family. All because Ones Pa, was born a Lutheran Aristocrat, and I was the first son, of a first son, thus born with title too.

    Am I a violent man? NO!

    But to few people, are willing to put that to the test.



    But the things you see in the big city when you don't have a gun.
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    Nov 10, 2008 3:23 AM GMT
    Several incidents come to mind:

    • Early elementary, I was around 8 years old or something. My nanny left me alone in the school for the first time. I went berserk and chased the entire class of 8 year olds around the classroom with a chair! icon_lol.gif I ran outside and climbed up a tree where the teachers had to call my parents in order to get me to come down. ROFL

      Cause of anger: My nanny PROMISED she wouldn't leave me. To me back then a promise is something that isn't ever broken, so I freaked out.

    • Grade 4, the class bully, a bigger guy who comes from a rich family started to mock-punch me which steadily got harder and harder until it started to hurt. I lost my control, punched him a few times, when he tried to run away and call the teachers, I jumped on his back and bit him hard enough to make him bleed.

      Cause of Anger: Obvious icon_razz.gif

    • Grade 5, during school intramurals, I was sitting with the rest of the class as we watched our team compete in kickball. I wasn't paying attention the game and was instead reading a book. This kid (formally a teacher's pet who fell out of favor because his pranks gradually grew too serious) started to taunt me. I was pretty well known as the class nerd for our grade level and we were never classmates as we were from different sections so he probably didn't know about my temper. He started insinuating at how I thought I was better than the rest of them because I read books, I took no notice, which he took as meekness and started taunting me even more until he was literally insulting me blatantly. I stood up, threw the book down and punched him hard in the mouth. What followed was the most satisfying fistfight ever. icon_razz.gif We were bloody and all after it was finished and the game had to be paused as the teachers tried to control us. LOL

      Cause of Anger: Obvious icon_razz.gif

    • Grade 6, a sophomore high school student called me gay. As simple as that. I asked him to stop, he didn't listen. The end result: Me chasing him around school with a wooden beam. I actually took a swing at him, hard enough that it broke the beam in two, which he luckily avoided. I had blacked out and afterwards, what was scary was that I fully intended to kill him. icon_confused.gif Afterwards I vowed to keep my temper in check.

      Cause of Anger: Obvious icon_razz.gif

    • Highschool didn't have any notable fights. My friends have pretty much learned to NEVER ever make me mad. LOL One incident however in which I was dozed off while drinking beer with my friends when I felt somebody draw a line on my cheel (or was it forehead) with a marker. I woke up, looked around to see who was holding the marker and just clipped him on the side of the head. Turns out it was a mistake. He wasn't the one responsible, but by then I've already calmed down and apologized. icon_razz.gif


    My friends call me 'irong buang' in our language ('rabid dog') when I'm angry. icon_redface.gif Which pretty much roughly translates to berserker in English. Anger for me is like um... a pile of chips. Any wrongdoing against me earns you a chip, and I subtract or add from it according to circumstances. But the chip tower has a limit. When it reaches a certain amount, one last chip added can make me lose my temper. And it's not pretty. icon_redface.gif I'm actually quite calm and cheerful actually as I rather enjoy making fun of myself or making others laugh, but I have limits which aren't apparent to someone who didn't know how I was growing up. icon_confused.gif I think it might be because I never show anger that much even when I ought to which is why it explodes when I've had enough, bottled-up rage you might say. I mostly fume in silence.

    Do I need anger management classes? LOL