So right.
Fighting back, hitting ten times harder, is the only way to deal with people who are actually evil. And they ARE evil.
Exactly like how Israel is dealing with Hamas terrorists now. I highly recommend Amir Tsarfati’s Telegram channel, anyone can access it.
https://t.me/s/beholdisraelchannel
Which puts me in mind of a tale from the Book of Bag.
So there I was, of a lonely Saturday, on the third floor of the 'old' jail, max security housing.
Working with a female partner, she came back from 3F (the worst of GP), telling tales of drunkenness and cruelty (name that song or the band for bonus points).
Hero that I was, back in those days. I perked right up, and I'm like, 'Oh, yea? Gimme a name'.
I get the name and proceed to the location. Opening the cell door (housing about 14 inmates), I called out homes. You see, all the inmates knew what was up, having witnessed that one mfky 'disrespect the guard'.
The homes HAD to come out. Its prison law.
So there he is, me and him. He was six foot four and full of muscles (name that song or group for an additional ten points), to my 6 ft, 185 lean, mean, fighting machine.
I puts Mr. smack talker on the wall. Pro-tip, if, when in an agitated state and expecting trouble, a convict submits to 'going on the wall', they have surrendered.
Bagster, wild child that he was, was not about to accept surrender so easily. A lesson was to be learned.
I proceed to do the old 'kick their legs apart' strategy, just a smidge too rough. Again, homes knew what was up. I was daring him to 'go off'. If he did, I probly woulda got my ass kicked (not guaranteed).
So I'm all up in his ear talking hellacious trash and maybe even telling him about his mama, I forget.
Then the brotha says to me, he says, 'I could put you in the hospital'. So Bagster, the undefeated Gaul (name that series),says, 'Then I guess we'll get beds right next to each other'.
And then I put him back in his tank. Lesson learned by all. Just think about what his cellies thought, as he sheepishly walked in. And he wasn't about to admit what went down, The mystery was the lesson.
When in the jungle, one must behave like a beast.
We got our rules, they got theirs. Understanding THEIR rules is the key to victory, in any adversarial setting. And none more than politics.
The end.
(This tale is sponsered by the Hate a Cop Foundation)
p.s. Do I have the best stories, or what?