Jimmy Garlic wrote: » The poor fella probably had a very deprived upbringing. The trauma of your assault on him will probably add to his overall sense of anguish. You should just have given your phone to someone less fortunate than yourself. Society has abandoned these poor unfortunate people and owes them a debt.
mcmoustache wrote: » Well done OP. You've saved a few people's phones and wallets from the fecker. A few years ago, I was out celebrating Dublin's victory over Kerry in a club on Harcourt St. I left to go to the ATM (quite drunk, I might add) and a few minutes later someone jumped on my back and was trying to bring me to the ground. I threw him off and turned around to see a little shíte demanding my phone and money. He couldn't have been more than 5 feet tall. I was gobsmacked. I'm 5'10 and in decent shape and I knew it would look really bad if I went for him. I was also surprised at how surreal the whole encounter was. Instead I just went on a rant about how he was a shít mugger and that my granny would be better than him and more nonsense along the similar lines. I left it at that and went off to the ATM. I was hoping to bump into him on the way back in case he tried the same with someone else but he had moved on.
Seaneh wrote: » Ok, about 25 minutes ago, I had an altercation with a scumbag. He was one of the shiny tracksuit clad sub cretinous types that populate the north inner city, especially along the luas line and quays. I got to the Jervis luas stop just as the tram was pulling away. I looked at the sign for the next tram and it wasn't due for about 5 minutes so I thought "feck it, I'll walk to the four courts and get rather than waiting around". Off I saunter fro jervis, I crossed the road at the junction with caple street and briefly contemplated popping into Cyclebike for a look around at the pretty bikes. Cross back over a little further up the road. Had my phone in my hand and was about to put it into my pocket. little prick coming by me attempts to grab the phone out of my hand. He fails,and I shove it into my pocket. He, in embarrassment or whatever, stops his run (he was running past me) and comes back and faces me and says "Give me the ****ing phone or I'll ****ing clock ya" or something to that effect. Now, those of you who have met me know I am not a small man. While average height, I'm not average weight and I'm far from shy. This fellow was about my height but about 10 stone weight and as far as I could tell, had no weapon. In my other hand at the time, in a paper easons bag was a copy of the new Alex Ferguson biography which mammy seaneh had asked me to pick up for her as a gift for one of their friends who is a man united fanatic. As the little scummer is getting in my face I raise my hands (with the book in my right hand now) and say "not happening bud, walk on, I don't want any hassle". Little prick gets closer and I instinctively smacker him across the bridge of the nose with the book quickly followed by another smack across the side of the head with the book and a well drawn left boot to the bollocks. He bends over in pain and them scarpers off shouting back "you're ****ing dead, I'll get you, I'll remember you". If he had a weapon I would have just given him the phone, no sense in taking the risk. But seeing as I thought I could atleast hold me own with him, I decided "**** this" and defended myself and my possessions as is allowed by the law. How would you react in a similar situation?
Wanderer2010 wrote: » I pose a question to you OP, if you had the little scumbag at your mercy somewhere, say tied up in some warehouse, nobody around for miles and you had whatever weapons at your disposal, would you finish the job, if nothing else just to vent whatever anger is left? Its an honest question, some victims of assault waste weeks afterwards replaying the scenario in their head...
mad muffin wrote: » This is how I would have done it: Palm strike to the underside of his nose Then followed by a quick ninja strike to the throat Followed by a round house kick to his knee cap As he falls to the ground I'd lean on his throat, the stink of my breath bringing him out of his daze. I'd whisper quietly as I take out my phone and take a photo of his face and any ID he might have.“I don’t know who you are. I don’t know what you want. If you are looking for ransom, I can tell you I don’t have money. But what I do have are a very particular set of skills; skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you let my daughter go now, that’ll be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don’t, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will kill you.”
timthumbni wrote: » Well done that man. That is exactly the best way to deal with such a situation. Bravo.
Kerrydude1981 wrote: » Add in Clint Eastwood as well
Morph the Cat wrote: » And probably the worst-scripted, dumbest, most unrealistic movie scene ever.
Morph the Cat wrote: » Fail for trying too hard.
Seaneh wrote: » He was tracksuit clad
Femme_Fatale wrote: » And then a parody of what the PC brigade apparently say, even though they never actually say it: And, still waiting... I find that weird from a christian - aren't you guys supposed to be anti violence? Not criticising the OP - I think he was right to defend himself.
anncoates wrote: » I love all these Junkie confrontation porn yarns. Anybody got some more?
timthumbni wrote: » Is there really that many junkies (as in heroin down in dublin. Being from up north I don't think I've ever seen a smack head on the street up here. Surely dublin hasn't really that many junkies??
