hippy fascist said:
Exactly, which is why I just yanked the kid away and threatened him. If I'd been given a credible reason I would have taken the kid they were beating to the police station myself but by not getting involved it's a lose-lose situation.
I should admit at this point that I've studied martial arts (one to red belt, one to green) over a five year period so the danger factor was somewhat lessened...
Because of what happened to me (see the post above) I made a promise to myself that I'd interfere if I could. The problem is, when should you let something slide and when should you go berzerkerberage?
One thing I let slide - Over a year ago I went to see a movie with some friends. Outside the cinema, two of my friends were clowning around with each other. A man, older than us and bigger than us, started making derogetory remarks about them - and he had two friends with him, also older and bigger. We sort of walked away, while my friend called them *******s under his breath. He's a small guy. I mean seriously he's tiny. I'm 6'0, and my other male friend is a homosexual so he wouldn't be much good in a fight! I thought about yelling something at the guys as we walked off but thought better of it.
One time I went berzerkerberage - I was out with friends, celebrating my homosexual friends birthday party (same homo from the first story there). He was dancing on the dancefloor, then came over to where we were sitting in great pain. At the time I just thought he was sick and thought nothing of it. He was in pain for a long time. Later, he told me some guy punched him in the balls, deliberately and as hard as he could. I asked him to point the guy out. He did. I went to the dancefloor and looked at the guy. I waited for my chance, then pounced on him. I must have knocked him to the ground with a punch. I remember swinging punches, and then him being on the ground and me on top of him, gripping his t-shirt and shouting at him. Then I was thrown out of the club. No regrets or anything about that incident.
One time I went berzerkerberage - About 4 years ago I was playing pool with my friends (no gays this time). There was a group playing pool at the table next to us, and they were being a bit rude and obnoxious. We thought nothing of it and continued to play pool. At one point one of them took a packet of crisps that was clearly one of ours. My friend that owned it said nothing, I wasn't gonna start something over a packet of crisps but I did give the guy dirty looks! Anyway, at one point one of them comes over, acting all drunk (and I emphasise the word act, he was just putting on the show of being an ass) and tries to shake our hands individually. Each of us politely ignore him. When he got to my friend Seamus, Seamus shook his hand. When he did, the ******* punched Seamus right in the eye. I was in shock so much, I didn't do anything at first. The guy is bouncing around yelling, "'cmon, c'mon!", Seamus is holding his face in pain. I'm about to get up, when my friend Frank shoves the guy. I see the other guys at the other table get ready to move, I knew what the *******s were up to. This was planned. They just wanted a fight. I grabbed my snooker que, held it above my head, and started yelling at the first guy that punched Seamus. He almost fell over trying to get away from me. The other guys threw balls at me but missed. The bouncers/security came up and proceeded to kick them out.