Translated from "Bronx-ese" for those of us who are Bronx-impaired...
Martialscientist said:
Ok guys, don't get all angels on me.
"Alright everyone, don't act in a mature and responsible fashion.
I am fromt he Bronx and this is how I roll.
I have a chip on my shoulder, and this is how I compensate for my feelings of inadequacy and overall intimidation by others.
A dude insults me, I talk about his mama, till he throws the first punch.
When I am approached by someone who is of equally tenuous psychological makeup, with abandonment and intimacy issues as deeply held as mine, we engage in a round of mutual insults in order to make ourselves feel better about our own failures, inadequacies, and deficiencies by attempting to belittle those around us. Bringing ourselves up by lowering everyone around us, if you will...
Than I let out a can of woop ***.
Then I attempt to vent my rage at my father and mother for whatever they may have done to me during my childhood (too little contact, too much contact, overly forceful potty training, what have you) by causing physical harm to another person who really has done me no wrong. I use them as a proxy for the hate and self-loathing I feel as a result of issues I lack the responsibility and maturity to resolve on my own.
My master tought me that way and it's the best.
My dungeon master rewards me with extra experience points if I roll high on my 20 sided dice.
or alternately
The Chinese guy down the street, the one that kicks dogs and chases kids away from his news stand, told me he was a Shaolin Master and I believed him... So now I hang on his every word, including the ones that encourage me to violate the conditions of my home-arrest program...
That's the only way to win, where I am from.
I live in an area surrounded by equally poorly educated people who lack the motivation, maturity, and overall guts to pull themselves out of the dumpster and make something meaningful of their lives, so we all engage in mutually self-destructive behavior under the guise of feigned machismo. By beating our chests and growling we believe we are more, rather than less, of a man, even though deep inside we feel isolated, alone, and distant from everyone around us.
I have not got a chance to kick some major ***, but my master had plenty.
At least that's the story he told me the other night when I was washing his car...
Baikai what do you think about that and the law.
Baikai, aren't you impressed with the macho, reckless way I tout the law? Aren't I impressive and dangerous? Do you not quiver with fear in the way I stand against society and the collectively agree upon standards of behavior that would mark me as a civilized being? How awesome am I, who runs about and behaves in chaotic and criminal fashion!
I just want someone to hold me...
And please no lectures on bushido,
Because I don't want yet another person to attempt to draw me out of the fantasy world I live in where grown men behaving like children in a sand lot, arguing over who gets the biggest marble, is somehow respectable and should be encouraged.
Otherwise I'll be forced to accept that I have latent homo-erotic tendencies, and then my self-image would be so deeply challenged I would completely break down and cry in the street... And my rough and tumble companions, upon seeing such a display of vulnerability and self-compassion, would certainly abandon me like my parents did as a toddler that one summer...
just an oppinion on the approach to injustice in this country.
Because that's what it is all about, injustice. Not the lack of adult behavior, not obeying established laws so that all may live peacefully, not acting in a mature, responsible fashion in order to set positive examples for children. Rather, it is about pointing the finger of blame at inanimate, abstract, or non-existant causes in an effort to divert the responsibility for my own actions away from me. It is far easier to accept the myth of a conspiracy of global proportions than to admit that I lack self-control, good judgement, and any sense of civic duty.
End translation mode...
Bottom line there, "Martialscientist," you act worse than my 9 year old. My children, let me say that again... my
children know more about how to deal with life than you apparently do. Dear God in Heaven I hope you don't breed... I can just imagine how you'd rear your offspring. I'm sure they'd contribute positively to society as a whole.
Or not.
Pax.
