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So, pretty self-explanatory...
Not really about fist fights or schoolyard hi-jinks, unless especially brutal, then please give details in the comments.
All comments and replies appreciated!
| No. I'm a pacifist, etc. | 38 | |
| No. I want to but haven't had the opportunity. | 15 | |
| Yes. It was not fatal for my victim. | 13 | |
| Yes. I have taken a life in anger. | 5 | |
| Yes. I've taken multiple lives. | 21 |
Yeah.
I have attacked a few people. I came from a pretty violent household so up until I was 18 (which is when I learned that it wasn't normal), fighting and physical violence seemed like the normal way to handle someone who either pissed you me off or threatened me.
Now how do you handle it?
Do you think its ok for someone that never experienced violence to end up killing people?
If you are killing someone since you are stupid or an asshole you are just a terrible person. No way to justify that I am afraid to say.
Being stupid isn't a crime, clearly because you aren't locked up. Haha.
But what if you were stupid enough to join military service and they put you in a position where you have to kill or be killed? Does that make you a terrible person?
People don't join the military since they are stupid. A lot of times people join since they cant find a job and are too poor to pay for an education. The fact you don't know that shows you are a moron. The fact you don't understand the current state of the US economy shows you are oblivious and probably spoiled asshole who mommy buys him everything so is too ignorant to know the value of a dollar. So you probably should not be projecting. It does not make you seem anymore intelligent dumb ass.
Some people join because they are stupid, only someone that id stupid would make a sweeping generalization like that.
Maybe I'm not an American, or in America, so the state of the US economy isn't much of my concern. Some people might even say the USA is getting what it deserves for being global pricks for so many years.
I wouldn't call myself spoiled, I just wasn't raised around violence and was told if I joined the military my job wouldn't involve a gun. Now I've killed a number of people and I'm not even sure how many. I don't think they deserved it, but in one case if I didn't do them they woul do me. The other time something happened and I got scared and ended up killing.
So its really nice to meet a nice smug American asshole that's probably never had to face the kind of trauma I was asking about.
I had one fight in high school that involved me punching someone and applying an ink roller across his face.
It started off when he accused me of trying to steal his girlfriend. He later realised that his girlfriend is my cousin and we were talking about a family gathering happening the weekend before. He saw me at the gathering and asked everyone why I was there, everyone told him that I was part of her family.
Well, I reckon what you're a wanting to know is what I'm doinin here. I reckon the reason I'm in here is 'cause I killed somebody. But I reckon what you was a wanting to know is how come me to kill somebody. Well, I reckon I'll start at the front and tell you.
I lived most of my life out behind my mother and father's house in a little old shed and my daddy'd built for me. They didn't too much want me up there in the house with the rest of 'em. I mostly just set around out there in the shed all the time a lookin' at the ground. It didn't have no floor but I had me a hole dug out to lay down in and a quilt or tow that I put down there.
My daddy was a hard workin' man most of his life, not that I can say the same fer myself. I most just set around the shed and tinkered around with a lawn mow or two and went to school off and on from time to time but the children there made quite a bit of sport of me, made fun of me quite a bit. Some of 'em roughed me up sometimes so mostly I stayed out back there in the shed. My daddy worked down at the sawmill there, down there at the planer mill for an old man named Dixon. Old man Dixon was a very cruel feller, he didn't treat his employees very well, didn't pay 'em much of a wage, didn't pay my daddy much of a wage, just barely enough to get by on. But I reckon he got by all right, they come out one or the other of 'em, usually my mother, and fed me pretty regular. At least I know he made enough for me to have mustard and biscuits three or four times a week.
Old man Dixon had a boy named Jesse Dixon. Jesse was really more cruel than his daddy. He made quite a bit of sport of me and takened advantage of the little girls around the neighborhood quite a bit. He used to say my mother was a very pretty woman. He said it quite a bit from time to time, when I was at the school house. Well, I reckon you want me to get on and tell you what happened so I reckon I'll tell you.
I was settin' out in the shed one evenin' not doin' too much, just kindly starin' at the wall and a waitin' fer my mother to come out and give me my Bible lesson and heared a commotion up in the house there so I got up and run up on the screened-in porch there to see what was a goin' on, and I looked in the kitchen window and I seen my mother a layin' there on the floor without any clothes on. And seen Jesse Dixon a layin' on top of her having his way with her. Well, I just seen red. I picked up a kaiser blade that was a layin' there by the screen door, some folks calls it a sling blade, I call it a kaiser blade. It's just a long handle like a axe handle with a long blade on it that's shaped kind of like a banana. Sharp on one edge and dull on the other. It's what the highway boys use to cut down weeds and whatnot.
I went in the kitchen there and I hit Jesse Dixon up side the head with it and knocked him off my mother. I reckon that didn't quite satisfy me so I hit him again in the neck with the sharp edge and just plumb near cut his head off. Killed him. Well, my mother, she jumped up from there and started yellin', "What did you kill Jesse fer? What did you kill Jesse fer?"
Well, come to find out my mother didn't really mind what Jesse was a doin' to her. I reckon that made me madder than what Jesse had made me. I takened the kaiser blade, some folks calls it a sling blade, I call it a kaiser blade and hit my mother up side the head with it an' killed her.
Some folks has asked me if I had it to do over again would I do the same thing. I don't know, I reckon I would. Anyhow, they seen fit to put me in here and here I've been for a great long while. I've learned to read some; took me four years to read the Bible. I reckon I understand a good deal of it. It wasn't what I expected in a lot of places. I've slept in a good bed for a great long while. They've seen fit to put me out now. They tell me they're a settin' me free today. Anyhow, I reckon that's all you need to know. If you want any more details I reckon I can tell 'em to you. I don't know if that's enough for your newspaper or not.
There was a few times in the distant past when I was just looking for a fight and I did try to provoke it by attacking people.
I recently attacked my neighbor because he said some nasty sexual things and groped me. When he did that I was disgusted and annoyed but I walked away and went home. I couldn't stop thinking about it though so I decided I was going to go confront him and get some swings in. I went back up to his house, grabbed his collar, yelled at him and punched him 5-6 times in the face. I left, slammed and broke his door on my way out. That was that. I saw him on his porch a few days after and half his head was purple.
There are some folks who deserve to be taken out to the trash, just like the assholes they are.
A guy in my gym went up to my wife and told her he wanted her to get out of the squat rack so that he could use it. I picked up a 5lb plate and frisbeed it into his face. Don't know if he died. Haven't seen him since.