Some months after 9-11, after that utterly ignorant idiot Dubya “Bring it on!” Shrub had unjustifiably invaded and destroyed Iraq and gotten God-knows-how-many innocent people killed in his attempt to impose the blasphemous leftist delusion of “democracy” on the country, I was looking for a book in the library to check out when some old senile Chickenhawk geezer starting running his mouth after how “if we didn’t fight them over there we’d have to fight them over here.”
I just snorted in contempt – loud enough for him to hear. He was clearly as ignorant as hell – after we had conquered Iraq what we were supposed to do with it? All Dubya and his idiot advisors could do are engage in a self-congratulatory circle-jerk.
Saddam Hussein was a third-rate tinhorn dictator with a third-rate army filled the poorly-trained slave soldiers – and Iraq had a GNP of about a billion dollars a year (less then North Carolina), all from oil (and the country was going to build a nuclear weapon with that little money and that many stupid people? And detonate it in the U.S. so the U.S. would have a real reason to destroy the country?). Hussein wasn’t Hitler – to the truly invincibly ignorant everyone is Hitler, even though the Jewish Bolshevists of the Soviet Union slaughtered tens of millions more people than the Nazis did – and his slave army wasn’t Germans (after the U.S. military demolished the Iraqi military in about two hours I saw on TV an Iraqi soldier on his knees kissing some American soldier’s hand. Their soldiers were even surrendering to TV news crews. I can’t imagine someone in the Wehrmacht doing that. By the way, I had a man who served in WWII tell me, “You ain’t fought anyone until you’ve fought Germans.” Germans, not Iraqis. He also told me he threw away his rifle at the Battle of the Bulge so he could run faster.).
This big-mouth geezer heard me and asked me when I had been in the military (which he clearly hadn’t, not with that mouth). I knew he was a coward in the mold of Dubya Shrub from his stupid comments, so I told him Chickenhawks always point fingers at other people to try to deflect attention from their cowardice.
Only the truth hurts – and I had told him the truth about himself.
For some reason this senile old geezer decided to push me (self-righteousness, cowardice and stupidity will do that to you). I was sitting in a chair and he had walked over to me - which is legally assault (battery is when you touch someone). I reacted immediately and impulsively with no thought (but an instantaneous feeling of outrage) and gave him an uppercut to his balls and he went to both knees on the floor.
I hadn’t hit anyone since I was 17. Even then he tried to hit me first and I ended up getting him in a chokehold until he passed out. Every fight I’ve been in they’ve started it – and I was in a lot of fights in middle-school, which is why I find it so easy to identify cowards – all of whom are bullies with big mouths but nothing to back it up. It’s why I so quickly identified the incompetent idiot Shrub (I guess even an idiot might be competent at something, although Dubya wasn’t) as a bully and a coward.
Once this clown got to his feet he got away from me as fast as he could. Of course the police were called – and the whole scene was on the library’s security tape. The cops wanted to arrest him but I told them to forget it. After all, he got a deserved punch in the balls after he pushed me. Perhaps he learned a lesson – keep your hands off of other people. They did tell me I shouldn’t be hitting old men (he was clearly in his 70s – far too old to not know about putting his hands on people). I just smiled.
He told the police he wanted them to arrest me. For what I don’t know. Calling this Chickenhawk on his ignorance and cowardice? The fact I punched him in the balls when he only shoved me? Such is the delusion of Chickenhawks. I smiled about that one too.
He apparently didn’t know the whole thing was on tape but I did.
I’ve never seen a Chickenhawk who wasn’t anything but mouth, with nothing to back it up. They always collapse when push comes to shove – or a punch to the balls.