The Art of War: Menor Cantidad de Violencia Requerida

The Least Amount of Violence Required in any given situation. It isn’t pleasant because it requires going against what you emotionally desire, and could often justify doing by using some interpretation of wealthy attorney scribblings, past or present. These are a few actual examples of physical altercations from my life. Menor Cantidad de Violencia Requerida because Spanish is my second language and I have a writing with a Spanish verse that includes it and the phrase stuck. The objective is remove the problem with as little pain inflicted on the problem as possible. It takes practice and a constant conscious decision to not hurt them, even if you feel they deserve it, and often they do.

A duck dynasty, hillbilly Mainah shoots at me and pretends to hit me in traffic. One time he stopped me in traffic. I dropped my sticks(I saw he couldn’t get anything in time from his cab) and punched on him. He cried to boots. I had him dead to rights. I could have hurt him severely, I did not because he stopped his behavior. Menor Cantidad de Violencia Requerida.

Another duck dynasty hillbilly Mainah pulls a gun on me wanting my bicycle off the road. I tag him with my Kali stick once. He says he’s calling the Sheriff. Then for a few days he kept doing drive-bys, as did his remedial diesel gang. I caught him finally and he not only refused to get out, but started talking about a specific politician. He didn’t return. Menor Cantidad de Violencia Requerida.

A tight T-shirt wearing street thug pulls up on someone I considered a friend at the time, threatening him. I punch him one time and put him to sleep for a few seconds. Not my intention. He regains consciousness and I tell him to leave. He does. Later, I am walking to the store. He sees me and tries to run me over. I have my hands on his hood and am running backwards for about 10ft then jump and twist off the hood out of the path of his truck. I tell him get out. He starts to, but jumps back in and leaves. I saw him again a few weeks later and he pretended not to notice me. Menor Cantidad de Violencia Requerida.

A baldhead, wannabe white supremo spit on me through the beanhole when our cell was on lockdown. When the doors opened, he and I went into his cell, another inmate locked it behind us. I had no choice otherwise the rest of my time would be hard but also, I wanted to punish him for spitting on me. As soon as I hit him his eyebrow opened up and blood was everywhere. He exclaimed submission and I stopped. We shook hands after and he apologized. Menor Cantidad de Violencia Requerida.

Boots are extorting wages in traffic to fund themselves. I film. They take me to jail. I lose physically(socially I do not) but I still only used the least amount of violence required and with what I had available. I had Schutze Porter dead to rights. I ripped the taser out. Instead of going for him, I tried to get away from him. I could be dead for resisting abusive, wealthy authority but I’m not. Especially surprising considering that Maine police have been ruled justified in every single shooting by them in the entire history of the state. Menor Cantidad de Violencia Requerida.

A pastel, button up shirt wearing drunk prepboi(that we ended up naming Buttons) had lots of Seagram’s. He decided to start saying things to women in the room like “Satan said you and I are supposed to have a child!” I escorted him out. He came back tough swinging. I bodyslammed him, his hand went for my throat, so I flexed my neck as my forearm went to his throat and I explained how he wasn’t about that life and his only option was to leave the premises. He complied but only partly. Instead of waiting for his ride by the curb like he was told, he decided to get into his Jeep when no one was looking and wreck it into a house down the road. He had a spare key in the Jeep. Had he killed someone driving, my conscience would be clean. We(2 other people and I) took preventative measures to get him out of the house and keep him out of the street but we are not prison guards and even they don’t stop everything. That doesn’t work. Menor Cantidad de Violencia Requerida.

A hillbilly Mainah is drunk and shoots at me as I ride by. I get him with my Kali sticks, he’s a terrible shot most likely because of inebriation. I knocked his arm that had the pistol, his wife picked it up and walked away from us. Every time he makes a move towards me, I tag him. I have him dead to rights. He tried to kill me. I could have beaten him to death. I did not because he stopped. Menor Cantidad de Violencia Requerida.

Two Berenstein Bear looking rednecks on ATVs were running over the turtle nests on the side of the road. I had my camera on. Anytime there are weapons or strength in numbers, my Kali sticks come out. I approached them ready to punish them severely for their behavior. They showed nothing but fear and submission. I did not touch them, just explained that if they ever did anything like that again, I would. Many people would pat me on the back had I hurt them and they exclaim they would have. They stopped their behavior and did not try to go for me. I wanted to hurt them severely. I would not be justified as it would solve nothing and they were not a current threat. Menor Cantidad de Violencia Requerida.

I am getting supplies for my animals. A boot loving, Aryan buttplug of a human jumps out in traffic. He straddles my back tire. I warn him into his vehicle. He complies but then tries to run me over. I toss my sticks at his vehicle as he does so. I am still in my lane. He stops way ahead where the lanes start again and walks all the way back up to me, reaches for a knife, so I lit him up with my Kali sticks. Every time he made a move towards me, I tagged him again. He finally stopped, walked back to his vehicle but was carried out on a stretcher. I stopped when he did. I could have beaten him to death as he straddled my bike, tried to run me over, and went for a knife. 2 of the 3 potentially fatal. Menor Cantidad de Violencia Requerida.

A bikerboi redneck showed up at my driveway. He refused to leave, got off on the fact that he knew who I was but that I didn’t know him, still refused to leave. I gave him a countdown, he ignored it, I took off on him. He still refused until I started going at him again while he had boots on the phone. He reached in his pocket so I grabbed an Escrima stick(My Kali sticks are wood, the Escrima sticks are polyurethane). He steps further into my driveway so I tag his leg. He immediately hops backwards into the road. He’s at my house threatening, attempting to mask his behavior with polite tones. I had him dead to rights. I could have brained him. I did not because he finally stopped. Menor Cantidad de Violencia Requerida.

A soccervan wielding buttass threatens to run me over. Out of nowhere and for no reason. I jump off my bicycle and let him decide how to proceed. Instead of running me over, he made the best decision he possibly could have.

Even Jainists, the most non-violent of religions permit self-defense. It is a planet. To be denied this is unacceptable. In the United States, self-defense is often met with incarceration. I cannot stress hard enough how the State wants a submissive, no backbone population. A population that won’t stand up for itself is a perfect society for wealthy authority. Many people use standing up for self or others as excuse to harm others. This is not a healthy mindset and will solve nothing. Self-defense without compassion for other life, even life attacking you, is not self-defense but an excuse. The numerous times my life could have ended, I did not end a single one, even in self-defense. I did not break bones or stab them. Kali sticks are effective non-lethals. No, they won’t beat a gun in a high noon duel.