Posted by
president on Friday, September 01, 2006 11:53:35 AM
The Only Way To Fight:
THIS IS THE WAY WE SHOULD FIGHT THOSE WHO WANT US DEAD
My wife and I live in the great State of Wyoming and we wish to tell you THE ONLY way to fight.
When I was growing up I was rather small, only five foot two and one half inches tall.
We had a bully guy named Mack that was always picking on me. He knew that just one lick and I was on the ground.
For several months I begged this guy to stop picking on me but he
never would. One day I told him that if he ever hit me again I would beat him into the ground and no one would be able to pull me off him. Of course he just laughed. Before I told him this I had been walking one
in the woods, I had up with a plan to stop him. I went home and told my Uncle which was about a year older than me: I said, Uncle, next time you go to town I want to go with you. He said, well I am going
now.
We got in his truck and to town we went. I told him on the way not to let anyone pull me off this bully. He said OK.
When we got to town sure enough here this guy was and bop and I was on the ground. I got up knowing that my first attempt had to put him to his knees. But remember I now had a plan. I worked my way around where I was standing in front of him. I gave him the knee in the one place that
would hurt most and put him to his knees and I gave it to him with everything I had.
When he went to his knees he belonged to me and believe me I took
advantage of it. I started hitting him with everything I had right under his chin. In other words, I was hitting him in the throat. Then I went to work on his face. I busted his lips, nose and beat his eyes till
they were black.
He started begging someone to get me off him but no one cared to do so knowing he was getting what he deserved.
After while some was going to pull me off him but my Uncle kept them from it. This guy kept begging someone to do something but they couldn’t because of my Uncle standing there. He was a large man also.
I don’t know how long I had been beating him but I do remember that my arms were getting tired. I knew I couldn’t stop till he screamed “I give up”. I was afraid that if I gave up he would go back to the same old thing. I also wanted to make sure that he would no longer pick on others who were small.
Finally he did scream, OK, OK, I give up. My Uncle then pulled me off him. He was bloody and I don’t know nor do I care how long he stayed on the ground before he got up. I thing I do know, he never picked on anyone from then till the day he died.
This is just what we need to do to ALL enemies of this great American
Country. First hit them right where it hurts most and then keep beating them till they BEG and SCREAM saying, “we give up”. This is the only way we will ever beat these terrorists we are fighting.