Most fights are over before they start. Those guys followed us into an alley. What kind of idiot goes into a blind alley to escape? Emotion over logic. They didn’t think. They just reacted, so they let me dictate. There are no victims. Only volunteers.
Battle is a joyous thing. When we see that our cause is just, tears come to our eyes. A sweet delight fills our hearts.
Life gives us choices, defines us by the ones we make. And yet we make them all in complete uncertainty.
People talk about self-defense, all bull****. If I’m defending, I’m losing. I want the other guy defending while I attack. That’s how you win in the real world, in a real fight.
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Two farmers meet on the road. One has a pig. He’s holding the pig up to eat the leaves of a tree. And the second guy says, “What are you doing?” The first guy says, “I’m feeding my pig.” And then the second guy says, “Oh, that must take a lot of time.” First farmer says, “What’s time to a pig?”