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It's ok to kick a drunk, and probable mental patients ass.

I'm not following the logic here.
 
SlyPokerCat said:
Minstrel is one of the most thoughtful and neutral posters this community has ever had. I've been posting with Minstrel since the bbb.net days. For anyone to think Minstrel comes out of the woodwork when triggered is hilarious.
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he was alright until they made him a mod :P
 
oldfisherman said:
You are WRONG on every level.

The drunk was not beat up, or he would still be in a hospital.

The kind gentleman used a measured response, the least amount of force necessary to neutralize a dangerous agressive person. The side affects from the attitude adjustment treatment were very mild.

The only one that has shown bad manners here is YOU!

And calling a fellow poster a name is a bannable offense.

Not even going to get into your "bad joke" of shooting someone, wow!
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I believe he is calling one of the people in the video a dumbass.
 
Tyrant of Ants said:
Heard that you have to be morally bankrupt to be a mod. I hope he cashed in those morals for something tasty.
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Nah, not morally bankrupt, just a whole ass
 
Tyrant of Ants said:
Not specifically commenting on the video (as I think that idiot had it coming, deservedly or not), but I’ll back @Road Ratt point about violence not being a good solution to this type of situation. Admittedly, in my younger years as an ill-tempered person (up to my early 30’s), I’d have dropped (and did drop a couple) any fool calling me a chink or making a slant eye gesture towards me. But unless physically threatened, I think it’s best to just walk away and let idiots be idiots. Might feel good dishing out an ass whoopin, but not worth the risk of breaking your hand.
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Oh damn, you bring me back. All the way to fifth grade and a girl named, I kid you not, Karen. We were in same class from second grade on but never friends; she was very much in crowd and I was no crowd at all. Our mothers, though, were not close but friendly. They were both in PTA and League of Women Voters, both Democrats in a heavily Republican community, sometimes had coffee together after PTA meetings, that sort of thing.

Anyway, one find California day in fifth grade I was walking home and Karen, who lived a block over, came up behind me taunting "dirty Jew, dirty stinking Jew". I turned around and belted her one. We both went home crying. I told my mother the whole story. Karen told her mother only that I'd punched her, omitting the preamble.

In due course, Mrs. A called my mother all upset, she said she knew I was not the kind of girl who ordinarily went around hitting people, something must have upset me, but this was unacceptable blah blah. My mother waited until she was finished, then said in her sweetest voice (when my mother used her sweet voice, it usually meant you were going to get your ass handed to you), "I'm very sorry that [crandc] hit Karen, but you really should tell Karen it's not nice to call people dirty stinking Jews."

There was this dead silence for several seconds, then my mother heard Mrs. A call "Karen!" and some side conversation. Mrs. A was so embarrassed she apologized to my mother up one side and down the other.

Karen and I were in the same class all through high school and were never friends ... but she never called me a dirty stinking Jew again.
 
crandc said:
Oh damn, you bring me back. All the way to fifth grade and a girl named, I kid you not, Karen. We were in same class from second grade on but never friends; she was very much in crowd and I was no crowd at all. Our mothers, though, were not close but friendly. They were both in PTA and League of Women Voters, both Democrats in a heavily Republican community, sometimes had coffee together after PTA meetings, that sort of thing.

Anyway, one find California day in fifth grade I was walking home and Karen, who lived a block over, came up behind me taunting "dirty Jew, dirty stinking Jew". I turned around and belted her one. We both went home crying. I told my mother the whole story. Karen told her mother only that I'd punched her, omitting the preamble.

In due course, Mrs. A called my mother all upset, she said she knew I was not the kind of girl who ordinarily went around hitting people, something must have upset me, but this was unacceptable blah blah. My mother waited until she was finished, then said in her sweetest voice (when my mother used her sweet voice, it usually meant you were going to get your ass handed to you), "I'm very sorry that [crandc] hit Karen, but you really should tell Karen it's not nice to call people dirty stinking Jews."

There was this dead silence for several seconds, then my mother heard Mrs. A call "Karen!" and some side conversation. Mrs. A was so embarrassed she apologized to my mother up one side and down the other.

Karen and I were in the same class all through high school and were never friends ... but she never called me a dirty stinking Jew again.
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Have you snooped Karen on facebook?
 
crandc said:
Oh damn, you bring me back. All the way to fifth grade and a girl named, I kid you not, Karen. We were in same class from second grade on but never friends; she was very much in crowd and I was no crowd at all. Our mothers, though, were not close but friendly. They were both in PTA and League of Women Voters, both Democrats in a heavily Republican community, sometimes had coffee together after PTA meetings, that sort of thing.

Anyway, one find California day in fifth grade I was walking home and Karen, who lived a block over, came up behind me taunting "dirty Jew, dirty stinking Jew". I turned around and belted her one. We both went home crying. I told my mother the whole story. Karen told her mother only that I'd punched her, omitting the preamble.

In due course, Mrs. A called my mother all upset, she said she knew I was not the kind of girl who ordinarily went around hitting people, something must have upset me, but this was unacceptable blah blah. My mother waited until she was finished, then said in her sweetest voice (when my mother used her sweet voice, it usually meant you were going to get your ass handed to you), "I'm very sorry that [crandc] hit Karen, but you really should tell Karen it's not nice to call people dirty stinking Jews."

There was this dead silence for several seconds, then my mother heard Mrs. A call "Karen!" and some side conversation. Mrs. A was so embarrassed she apologized to my mother up one side and down the other.

Karen and I were in the same class all through high school and were never friends ... but she never called me a dirty stinking Jew again.
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I think I like you even more now. Layeth the smackdown crandc!
 
crandc said:
Oh damn, you bring me back. All the way to fifth grade and a girl named, I kid you not, Karen. We were in same class from second grade on but never friends; she was very much in crowd and I was no crowd at all. Our mothers, though, were not close but friendly. They were both in PTA and League of Women Voters, both Democrats in a heavily Republican community, sometimes had coffee together after PTA meetings, that sort of thing.

Anyway, one find California day in fifth grade I was walking home and Karen, who lived a block over, came up behind me taunting "dirty Jew, dirty stinking Jew". I turned around and belted her one. We both went home crying. I told my mother the whole story. Karen told her mother only that I'd punched her, omitting the preamble.

In due course, Mrs. A called my mother all upset, she said she knew I was not the kind of girl who ordinarily went around hitting people, something must have upset me, but this was unacceptable blah blah. My mother waited until she was finished, then said in her sweetest voice (when my mother used her sweet voice, it usually meant you were going to get your ass handed to you), "I'm very sorry that [crandc] hit Karen, but you really should tell Karen it's not nice to call people dirty stinking Jews."

There was this dead silence for several seconds, then my mother heard Mrs. A call "Karen!" and some side conversation. Mrs. A was so embarrassed she apologized to my mother up one side and down the other.

Karen and I were in the same class all through high school and were never friends ... but she never called me a dirty stinking Jew again.
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You reminded me of middle school. Not that my experience has to do with racism or antisemitism. (I am not trying to be comparative here at all to your or the above experiences).

Just reminded of a bully. Tried to bully me in middle school because I was short and he figured me an easy target. I kicked his ass all the way home with a good number of kids watching. Kicked his ass down the street, up his porch, and into his front door where he went crying for his mother.

I went to high school with the same group. I was never bullied again. Normally I dont care for violence, but sometimes you have get a point across that you can't with words.
 
Chris Craig said:
You reminded me of middle school. Not that my experience has to do with racism or antisemitism. (I am not trying to be comparative here at all to your or the above experiences).

Just reminded of a bully. Tried to bully me in middle school because I was short and he figured me an easy target. I kicked his ass all the way home with a good number of kids watching. Kicked his ass down the street, up his porch, and into his front door where he went crying for his mother.

I went to high school with the same group. I was never bullied again. Normally I dont care for violence, but sometimes you have get a point across that you can't with words.
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One time my wife, my sister-in-law and I were all going to an all you can eat buffet. We raced my sister-in-law for the honor to get there first and pay for the other. She beat us. As I was parking the car my wife headed for the line. My sister-in-law had already paid the bill for all three of us and the waitress was beckoning my wife and I forward so the waitress could seat us. I got there a few seconds after my wife and was behind her swimming forward through the line. There was a sign near the head of the line that said we needed to progress through the line even if we have already paid. My wife never saw this new sign and we figured the waitress took precedence anyhow. This big guy who never saw me says to my Asian wife "You no reedy signy?" I caught up about that time and slugged him in the back hard enough to spin him around. Despite the fact that he was considerably bigger than me he could see the anger in my eyes and that I meant business.
Now, I firmly believe in non violence as was taught to me by my father but God Damn it, there are times when you need to resort to a little brute force and ignorance with some people. They just don't seem to understand anything else. To sum it up, I agree with you.
 
crandc, all these stories are actually in support of you.
 
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