I was hooked watching some inane vid clip showing someone, I assumed to be Southeast Asian, and he was pouring what looked like kerosene on a net and then he lowered the net gently into the river. Immediately, he jerked his net upwards, and the damn thing was full of fish of varying sizes.
What the hell is that stuff?
But it got me thinking about what an unfair fight that was, kind of like what we all perceived as the war between the Soviet Union and Ukraine.
I’m one of the dumbasses who thought BabyHead Putin would wipe the little country off the map in short order.
Ukraine didn’t get the memo, although what little news I see of the war does not lend itself to optimism unless they are merely preparing. My guess is they are still enduring a learning curve with all the new toys and tanks and such that NATO countries provided recently.
But when they are trained and ready…
They just have to hold out that long.
It’s like Rocky Balboa against the ropes, absorbing all the body shots until….
I was in Hyde Park in London when I was a young lad of fourteen and I saw this massive fight break out between the Mods and Rockers.
No guns.
No knives.
Fists.
No two and three against one, either. Each combatant squared off with one rival.
They proceeded to kick the living shit out of each other and it was really something to watch firsthand. In this particular skirmish, the Rockers got the better of the Mods before the Bobbies were summoned.
Then I come back home to the United States where there was no sense of fair play in anything.
Politics.
Win at all cost.
Skirmishes here end lives.
So does hatred.
So level the playing field.
Let’s say you make it a fair fight by sending one team of twenty of the most vicious badasses each country can produce.
Give them each the same firepower and ordinance and whoever dies loses.
I did it again.
Next.
How about we fix the way we look at animal cruelty? On my personal wish list if I were to win the lottery is to back some politician(s) and get stiffer fines and imprisonment on those idiots.
It’s sad that you have to “buy” politicians to get anything done in this country, but it’s the American Way.
It was a fair fight that I got into in 1958 when I was four.
It was a sunny day with my big brother at a municipal park in East Los Angeles and I picked a fight with this kid, smaller than myself and quietly sitting on a bench.
I called him out.
In my mind I was thinking if things get too bad, my big brother will bail me out and beat this kid’s ass.
The little guy was being most polite, asking me to just please leave him alone.
No.
I proceed to push him and the next thing you know, he is whipping my ass, blood streaming down both nostrils.
I was in a daze.
The little guy even apologized to me and my big brother who sat there watching me get whipped.
“Why did you let me get my butt kicked?,” I asked.
“If anyone ever starts something up with you, I’ll have your back,” he started. And finished with, “But you started this one. The kid tried to back out three times before he beat your ass.”
Good point.
Stay well.
