That is what polite people with good intentions do.
"hey dude, your getting kinda close, mind backing up a bit?"
That's what polite people do.
That is what polite people with good intentions do.
You should write a book, Walter "Doer" Mitty.Well, if someone tries to push up into my face, that is war. He is way too close, may have a ruse cooking, and a shank handy, So, I light him up, in what ever way I see as appropriate, to clear the distance. I preempt his taunting as I see that as dangerous move against me.
If he reacts against that, I take it as a direct attack. It is best to stay out of arms length.
That is what polite people with good intentions do. There is no such thing as a "right to punch." If the blow does not land, it is called shadow boxing.
You can't act like I don't allow anyone in my space, but they may not have bad intent and get within my exclusion zone."hey dude, your getting kinda close, mind backing up a bit?"
That's what polite people do.
what is "looking" suspicious?..and when does YOUR right to YOUR space kick in here? GZ clearly was in violation of and caused someones death as a result.The saying simply means that rights can be in conflict. For example, you have the right to swing your arms, but that right ends when you punch me in the nose by accident.
You have the right to bear arms, but that right ends when you pull a pistol out at the bank to show the teller how cool it is.
You have the right to walk backwards, but that right ends when you walk into traffic and cause a serious accident.
You have the right to procreate, but that right ends when the other necessary person does not.
You have the right to walk around at night in the rain looking suspicious, but not the right to attack someone that is following you.
blah blah blah
on and on.
do you ever wonder how many socks Rollie has?You should write a book, Walter "Doer" Mitty.
polite people check themselves before getting too close and subsequently checked by someone else."hey dude, your getting kinda close, mind backing up a bit?"
That's what polite people do.
This is all rather interesting. So, If I am doing that Bruce Lee flick punch into your face, that's OK as long as I don't actually touch you?The saying simply means that rights can be in conflict. For example, you have the right to swing your arms, but that right ends when you punch me in the nose by accident.
You have the right to bear arms, but that right ends when you pull a pistol out at the bank to show the teller how cool it is.
You have the right to walk backwards, but that right ends when you walk into traffic and cause a serious accident.
You have the right to procreate, but that right ends when the other necessary person does not.
You have the right to walk around at night in the rain looking suspicious, but not the right to attack someone that is following you.
blah blah blah
on and on.
I just call the police.You can't act like I don't allow anyone in my space, but they may not have bad intent and get within my exclusion zone.
What do you say to a drunken, chest butt and a fat finger poking at your eye?
Me? I pop them, very hard and deep downward with a double palm strike to the top center of the chest, connected via my heels, to the earth center, well braced......after I step on his weighted foot, the one I bumped his weight onto. Really just an accident it looks like, happening so fast. He isn't allowed to fall back, me being on his balance foot. And he is not allowed to fall down either. I grab the back of his neck. One palm carries thru for a sharp, heavy neck pull while the other gives the short, heavy punch in the gut. The hands are still working together.
It really takes the wind out of the yuki, that being the point. And really it looks like nothing at all.
And maybe the situation is less vicious and, if I can, I will then turn him sideways before he get that finger up and does the chest butt. I then buddy-buddy lock, both his arms from the side, while leaving my right as an obvious hay maker.
That one really works when the guy is smaller and way drunk. He wakes up. No foul. All buddy-buddy. I really don't like to hurt people.
But that doesn't give them the right to attack anyone unprovoked.Anyone in the rain at night, can fear for their life, and be right about that.
Nope, a jury of his peers already determined that he is 100% NOT GUILTY!! HE will NEVER EVER be punished by the law for anything related to his attacker.GZ is guilty of manslaughte
Too bad we can't ask the deceased for his version of the story... which i suppose is part of the important lesson about that incident (and many others).But that doesn't give them the right to attack anyone unprovoked.
Me going in the same direction as you does not constitute provocation.
Carved bones are just as real as your piece of paper.real money I mean, not just a bundle of sticks, or carved bones.
Or just break wind. Much more effective. Or do a "Bucky" and shit your pants. Even more effective."hey dude, your getting kinda close, mind backing up a bit?"
That's what polite people do.
Just pretend you can? Walter "Doer" MittyYou can't act like I don't allow anyone in my space, but they may not have bad intent and get within my exclusion zone.
What do you say to a drunken, chest butt and a fat finger poking at your eye?
Me? I pop them, very hard and deep downward with a double palm strike to the top center of the chest, connected via my heels, to the earth center, well braced......after I step on his weighted foot, the one I bumped his weight onto. Really just an accident it looks like, happening so fast. He isn't allowed to fall back, me being on his balance foot. And he is not allowed to fall down either. I grab the back of his neck. One palm carries thru for a sharp, heavy neck pull while the other gives the short, heavy punch in the gut. The hands are still working together.
It really takes the wind out of the yuki, that being the point. And really it looks like nothing at all.
And maybe the situation is less vicious and, if I can, I will then turn him sideways before he get that finger up and does the chest butt. I then buddy-buddy lock, both his arms from the side, while leaving my right as an obvious hay maker.
That one really works when the guy is smaller and way drunk. He wakes up. No foul. All buddy-buddy. I really don't like to hurt people.
Yeah I would like to ask him why he decided to leave home to then go hide in some bushes in order to attack Zimmerman.Too bad we can't ask the deceased for his version of the story... which i suppose is part of the important lesson about that incident (and many others).
Gosh, did I say that? perhaps you could make another strawman to cut down?So, If I am doing that Bruce Lee flick punch into your face, that's OK as long as I don't actually touch you?
I'd just ask him to explain the whole series of events in his own words, and let his own retelling speak for itself. It's not that hard to figure out if/when someone is lying.Yeah I would like to ask him why he decided to leave home to then go hide in some bushes in order to attack Zimmerman.