I'm not defending his actions, but isn't this just an excuse for you to exercise your own otherwise dorment violent and cruel nature? In your own viewpoint, doesn't this make you the same as him if you take pleasure from causing him pain?
Not at all. Personally I HATE fighting and avoid it at all costs. But there is a difference between inflicting pain for sadistic pleasure and doing it to defend the innocent or teach someone a lesson.
Here's a story for ya.
I have a childhood friend, we'll call him Frank. He was the kind of kid who grew up in the street and his parents let him do whatever he damn well pleased. As you can imagine, by the time we were in high school, Frank was getting himself into all sorts of trouble and going nowhere fast.
One day a military recruiter showed up at our school looking for new prospects. He was a charismatic guy and managed to convince Frank that a career in the Marines would be perfect for him. And so, to my great amazement, frank joined the military, and I didnt see him for another 10 years.
When we finally did meet up again I didnt even recognize him. The guy was HUGE and scary looking! Everywhere we went you would see that nervous look on people's faces. The bastard knew it too and took every opportunity to punk everyone in his path, knowing they would just cower in fear.
Apparently he learned discipline in the Marines but he was more disrespectful than ever, especially to "civvies". I tried talking sense into him, but how do you undo a lifetime of conditioning with conversation? The guy was a badass and there was little anyone could do about it.
The same day we met he invited me out for some grub. We went to eat at a local diner and Frank was being his usual assh0le self, except this time he chose the wrong target. It was this seemingly harmless Mexican guy who was serving our table.
The dude was remarkably patient with us despite the slew of insults Frank kept tossing at him. But Frank finally crossed the line and made the mistake of picking on another kid, apparently the waiter's younger cousin. He made several threatening remarks and finally sealed his fate when he called mexican women wh0res.
"You hear that Taco Bell? You momma's only good for sucky sucky in Tijuana"
Now I don't know about where you come from, but in my hood we don't tolerate that kind of talk unless we are friends and just kidding around. It was officially the last straw in this scenario. The waiter put down his tray and pointed at Frank
"Sir, I demand that you take that back and apologize to my cousin."
Frank was glowing with happiness... finally an excuse to kick someone's ass! He got out of his seat and right in the kids face with his fat finger and said "or what little man?"
"Please.. don't make me hurt you" replied the waiter.
Frank laughed hysterically, dumbfounded by the set of balls on this scrawny guy. He grabbed him by the shirt and was about to make another smart-ass comment when out of nowhere, dude grabbed his wrist and twisted it backwards with a sickening *crunch*, then elbowed Frank in the nose, breaking it instantly.
I then watched in amazement as the guy let out a fury of combos to the head and body. I've never seen anyone move that fast - it was like 50 punches per second! He finished Frank off with a grueling uppercut, knocking him clear into the air and onto the ground, out cold!
The people in the restaurant cheered and applauded the waiter, but homeboy was out the door. The last thing you want is assault charges when you are an illegal immigrant.
Frank came to a few minutes later in a lot of pain. I tried to help him move but the guy was too massive. The paramedics had to come and whisk him off to the hospital where he was diagnosed with a broken nose, wrist, jaw, two fractured ribs and some internal bleeding. It was the first time he got his ass kicked and it was a doozy!
Now we can argue about whether or not that waiter had enough motive to be so violent. He wasnt in any physical danger and if you think about it, he snapped over something that most people would find trivial.
But regardless of the moral argument, let me tell you that Frank was never the same after this incident. Someone had finally showed him where the line was and he learned respect. Ever since then he is one of the sweetest people you'll ever meet. And here is the kicker to the story.. him and that mexican dude are close friends now.. go figure!
So while violence rarely solves anything, I will argue from personal experience that in some cases, it actually does a world of good.
