Shopping For A War – Part Two – The Pub Fight

Is there a bloodpit pub, tavern, or hotel in your town? Pretty well certain to be one – every settlement has the place that you really don’t want to go to.

Well, go. Go on a Saturday night about 10:30 when the greasy food and stale beer have soaked well into the regulars, the football game has just wound down, and the drunks are looking for a fight. If you are identifiable as any particular social class, colour, or race, choose a place that is packed with people who are not the same as you.

Go in and find a fight about to start. Two yahoos – or stock brokers – weaving and cursing and squaring up to each other. Leap between them and command them to stop. Tell them that you are disappointed in them and that order them to behave themselves. Call them bad names to get their attention.

Do you like grapes? Because they are in season right now and the hospital will let us bring them into the wards when we come visit you.

You may wish to review the situation while you lie there in the bed. Why did you go into that pub ( aside from the fact that I told you to…)? If you were looking for a quiet drink , why did you pick the bloodpit? Every town has a bottle shop and you could have sat at home and drank without getting punched.

Did you want to be a missionary? A martyr to save the souls of the delinquent? Well, most of the delinquents will never be saved and certainly not on Saturday night.

Or did you want to find a fight you could win…and picked the wrong one? Were you planning to be the bully of the schoolyard and found out that you were not? Is the condition of your eye and your teeth a just reward for your own aggressive desires? What the hell did you go to the bloodpit for?

Never mind. Now you can plot revenge upon your assailants. You have enemies that you can be mean to – and your stitches will act as justification in your own mind for any act of nastiness you care to think up. You are good – they are bad. Simple as that, eh?

Tomorrow – carrying this attitude over to the internet.

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Sensible or Sendable?

rageDecisions, decisions…

For those of us with social media accounts this can be a real thing. We see something that excites us and we wish to leap in there and comment immediately. Sometimes our emotions far outstrip our judgement. We grasp the wrong end of an argument and wave it about like a scimitar. And then make ourselves look like asses in front of our friends…

Worse – sometimes our immediate reaction to breaking news can be used later to affect proper procedures. Think about social media postings being used as an excuse to abort a sensational criminal trial. This is an unnecessary obstruction to justice, an additional impost on the court system, and a burden on the public purse.

I don’t know whether or not the ” social media frenzy ” defence has ever let a serious criminal escape justice, but the thing has been mentioned as a possibility. It is to be avoided.

To this end, I now look very carefully at what I post, before I hit the ” send ” button. I have written and then discarded some posts – venting steam here in the computer room, but not letting that steam escape. My final writing may not be politically correct, and may also contain the occasional spelinge mistuke but at least does not hamper real courts or real elections.