McDonalds Beat Down

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If you saw TWO people beating up someone WHO WASNT fighting back, and you think the risk of you being injured in s low, you really wouldn’t intervene? fuck that, you are a piece of shit and no better than the people dishing out the beatdown…

Some people deserve to get their ass beat for their behavior…some people might even be on a level bad enough where they deserve to get beaten senseless by two people…but no person deserves to be put into a coma…that shit was just over the top…if you wouldnt step in at the video at hand, you are a bitch ass pussy ass fake ass punk ass clown motherfucker, and you are no better than the bitches handing it out…grow a set of fucking balls yo

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[quote]SexMachine wrote:
Trannys should be treated like any other mentally ill person[/quote]

wtf are you on about?

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[quote]VTBalla34 wrote:
If you saw TWO people beating up someone WHO WASNT fighting back, and you think the risk of you being injured in s low, you really wouldn’t intervene? fuck that, you are a piece of shit and no better than the people dishing out the beatdown…

Some people deserve to get their ass beat for their behavior…some people might even be on a level bad enough where they deserve to get beaten senseless by two people…but no person deserves to be put into a coma…that shit was just over the top…if you wouldnt step in at the video at hand, you are a bitch ass pussy ass fake ass punk ass clown motherfucker, and you are no better than the bitches handing it out…grow a set of fucking balls yo[/quote]

gonna have to kinda agree with this post. they had kicked his/her ass pretty good already 2-3 times, but they KEPT coming back to an already beaten opponent to do more damage.

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[quote]TheBodyGuard wrote:

[quote]heavythrower wrote:
SIGH…

I have said it before multiple times on these threads…I am SICK AND TIRED of watching these viral videos of predators (human animals) beating the living shit out of innocent and weaker people.

2 points to take away from this:

1- Predators just looooove giving beatdowns to weaker defenseless people who don’t o can’t defend themselves. especially when it is a group beatdown…that is even better

2- weaker or defenseless people need to wake up and either learn to fight, or start to carry-conceal all the time.

3- we need to prosecute the human animals to the fullest extent of the law and put them in jail.

why do you think that “epic beard man” video go so much attention…it was one of the very, very few viral vids out there where a perceived prey was actually a capable predator.

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I fixed your post for accuracy. Thank me later.[/quote]

meh, not sure that is deserving of a thanks…but you make a fair point.

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[quote]DarkNinjaa wrote:

[quote]rugggby wrote:
You missed an important part. If there’s fight going on involving black youths you avoid it. Might get flamed or called racist but its the truth. And people dont know until they have lived in south London for a while. It’s a serious problem that needs to be sorted.
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If there’s a fight going on involving white youths, say, in the rough parts of Liverpool, will you avoid it too? Is it only because they’re blacks that you’d walk away? Even if the kids fighting don’t even belong to a gang?

What about avoiding all fights, no matter what skin colour the fighters are?
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Yeah, I find it best to avoid all shit - unless of course there is a situation where you CAN’T not get involved (as in the OP).

World is a fucked up place, mind your own business and you won’t end up in one of these situations.

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[quote]DBCooper wrote:
I have a story to tell about those who would not jump in and help because they think of themselves and what they have to lose first.

Back in, I believe it was 2005, I went up to Seattle with a bunch of my family to visit my cousins who had just moved there from Houston. We’re all huge 49ers fans so we went to a Niners/Seahawks game. It was a Sunday Night game in a howling wind and rain storm and the Niners at the time were only two games behind the Seahawks with three to play, and Alex Smith led the team down the field for the go-ahead TD late in the game. Except I didn’t see any of this.

My uncle, John, who had moved to Seattle, was sitting at the end of a long row of seats that we all were occupying. Three of my aunts, two of my uncles, my mother, my father, my grandmother, two of my cousins and myself. My dad and I were the only ones sober. John starts egging on these fans in front of him, since the Niners were winning. He touched one of them and the guy turned around and said “you touch me again and I’m gonna beat the shit out of you.” My uncle played Div I college football as an OL, so he’s pretty big. Well, he touches the guy again and the guy turns around and starts bashing my uncle in the face. His buddies jump in (keep in mind, my 75 y/o grandmother is sitting right next to him and my other uncle, Ken, is next to her) and within a second or two it’s three on one and my uncle isn’t even fighting back.

Well, Ken didn’t do shit while John is getting pummeled, so my dad and I both jumped over everyone and took on all three of these guys ourselves. I broke my hand and my dad busted up his shin, but other than that we came out on top. My dad surprised the shit out of me with his lightning-quick reflexes and I was surprised, but proud, when he literally knocked this guy’s teeth down his throat while his buddy was trying to rear-naked choke my dad, which didn’t work out since my dad just hip-tossed him down the aisle. My other uncle was at the other end of the aisle and by the time he fought his way past Seahawks fans who were trying to keep from joining in the fray, it was over and everyone was in handcuffs.

None of us ended up getting arrested aside from the Seahawks fans, especially since the cops realized right away that we were the sober ones and were simply trying to protect our uncle and also the women sitting next to him, my grandmother especially.

The point of the story is this: ever since then, everyone loves talking about the “football game incident” as we call it. Except that no one says shit around my my uncle Ken or his wife, my aunt Melissa. For the record I am not blood-related to Ken. You see, in retrospect it was an exciting time for everyone since none of us were arrested and my uncle just got his face beat up a little. Hell, as scared shitless as my grandmother was at the time, she loves talking about it the most and my dad and I both love hearing her exaggerate our heroic actions. But when it comes to Ken, no one says anything, and there has always been this weird dynamic whenever we all watch a Niners/Seahawks game together.

You see, my uncle told me and my dad, separately, that he didn’t do anything because he felt he had too much to lose. I assume he must have said something along these lines to my other uncle and perhaps my aunts and grandmother as well. I don’t talk about it with anyone else other than my dad, but the two of us have both lost ALL respect for Ken since then. You see, my dad and I also have a lot to lose, especially my dad. But in situations like that, there are those who instinctively act to protect someone in danger like that, especially when it’s family, and there are those who think of themselves first. I suppose what my dad and I really heard when Ken gave his explanation is this: “I care more about myself than others and when someone is in trouble, I automatically think of how helping them might hurt me.” And my uncle certainly has a lot to lose as well. But when the shit goes down, there are those who try to help and those who don’t. To me, those who don’t just use the whole “too much to lose” argument as a convenient fallback to excuse their cowardice. I think everyone in my family still likes Ken and all that, but none of us have any respect for him as a man anymore. Not that it’s manly to get into fights at football games, it’s just that the image of my uncle covering himself up while my grandmother is flipping out, my uncle is getting fucking annihilated and my dad and I are taking on three guys all our size or bigger at once, has forever eliminated the possibility that either myself or my dad can count on Ken for anything at all.[/quote]

Cool story, but for one your talking about family.

And two your uncle should have kept his hands to himself. He instigated the fight.

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[quote]austin_bicep wrote:
Maybe it’s me being selfish or not having a pair of “balls,” but I am not going to get involved in a fight I know nothing about.

I won’t help somone getting a beating, how do I know the reason they are getting it isn’t justified. I also maybe selfish, but I have things to live for and my longevity is very important to me. I am not getting killed to stick up for a stranger that might totally deserve an ass whooping. Or I won’t help a guy getting his ass kicked at a bar, it’s whatever.

On the otherhand, I would call the police in a heartbeat.

If someone instigates and is the aggressor in an unprovoked confronentaion and I have witnessed someone innocent getting their ass kicked especially a man beating a women or child, the elderly or handicap, basically people that can’t defent themselves, you bet your ass I’ll first ask politely for that guy to stop and then I’d proceed to beat his ass if he doesn’t. It really depends on the situation. Calling the cops is the smartest thing to do and seeing if you can get a few people to intervene and possibly detain the individual for arrest would be perfect.

Friends and family, those are people I’d die for so, you best believe if you fight with someone in my family or one of my friends I’ll be stepping in.

At the end of the day every situation is different and needs to be assessed before making some brazen move that could potentially end your life. There are times where letting two men fight is probably the best thing. Call the cops, these are grown ass men fighting, you should be able to defend yourself when you are a man against other men, granted you are healthy and somewhat fit.

On the other hand if you have a guy beating a women he is a pussy and needs to be taken care of because he doesn’t have the stones to pick on a man. Bullies are the only people I would consider interfering with because by definition they are targeting people physically weaker than them. Anyone else is on there own, they can handle it when the cops get there and like I mentioned before, only time I will not consider my safety is when a loved one is being attacked.[/quote]

Well said.

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[quote]Captnoblivious wrote:

[quote]DBCooper wrote:
I have a story to tell about those who would not jump in and help because they think of themselves and what they have to lose first.

Back in, I believe it was 2005, I went up to Seattle with a bunch of my family to visit my cousins who had just moved there from Houston. We’re all huge 49ers fans so we went to a Niners/Seahawks game. It was a Sunday Night game in a howling wind and rain storm and the Niners at the time were only two games behind the Seahawks with three to play, and Alex Smith led the team down the field for the go-ahead TD late in the game. Except I didn’t see any of this.

My uncle, John, who had moved to Seattle, was sitting at the end of a long row of seats that we all were occupying. Three of my aunts, two of my uncles, my mother, my father, my grandmother, two of my cousins and myself. My dad and I were the only ones sober. John starts egging on these fans in front of him, since the Niners were winning. He touched one of them and the guy turned around and said “you touch me again and I’m gonna beat the shit out of you.” My uncle played Div I college football as an OL, so he’s pretty big. Well, he touches the guy again and the guy turns around and starts bashing my uncle in the face. His buddies jump in (keep in mind, my 75 y/o grandmother is sitting right next to him and my other uncle, Ken, is next to her) and within a second or two it’s three on one and my uncle isn’t even fighting back.

Well, Ken didn’t do shit while John is getting pummeled, so my dad and I both jumped over everyone and took on all three of these guys ourselves. I broke my hand and my dad busted up his shin, but other than that we came out on top. My dad surprised the shit out of me with his lightning-quick reflexes and I was surprised, but proud, when he literally knocked this guy’s teeth down his throat while his buddy was trying to rear-naked choke my dad, which didn’t work out since my dad just hip-tossed him down the aisle. My other uncle was at the other end of the aisle and by the time he fought his way past Seahawks fans who were trying to keep from joining in the fray, it was over and everyone was in handcuffs.

None of us ended up getting arrested aside from the Seahawks fans, especially since the cops realized right away that we were the sober ones and were simply trying to protect our uncle and also the women sitting next to him, my grandmother especially.

The point of the story is this: ever since then, everyone loves talking about the “football game incident” as we call it. Except that no one says shit around my my uncle Ken or his wife, my aunt Melissa. For the record I am not blood-related to Ken. You see, in retrospect it was an exciting time for everyone since none of us were arrested and my uncle just got his face beat up a little. Hell, as scared shitless as my grandmother was at the time, she loves talking about it the most and my dad and I both love hearing her exaggerate our heroic actions. But when it comes to Ken, no one says anything, and there has always been this weird dynamic whenever we all watch a Niners/Seahawks game together.

You see, my uncle told me and my dad, separately, that he didn’t do anything because he felt he had too much to lose. I assume he must have said something along these lines to my other uncle and perhaps my aunts and grandmother as well. I don’t talk about it with anyone else other than my dad, but the two of us have both lost ALL respect for Ken since then. You see, my dad and I also have a lot to lose, especially my dad. But in situations like that, there are those who instinctively act to protect someone in danger like that, especially when it’s family, and there are those who think of themselves first. I suppose what my dad and I really heard when Ken gave his explanation is this: “I care more about myself than others and when someone is in trouble, I automatically think of how helping them might hurt me.” And my uncle certainly has a lot to lose as well. But when the shit goes down, there are those who try to help and those who don’t. To me, those who don’t just use the whole “too much to lose” argument as a convenient fallback to excuse their cowardice. I think everyone in my family still likes Ken and all that, but none of us have any respect for him as a man anymore. Not that it’s manly to get into fights at football games, it’s just that the image of my uncle covering himself up while my grandmother is flipping out, my uncle is getting fucking annihilated and my dad and I are taking on three guys all our size or bigger at once, has forever eliminated the possibility that either myself or my dad can count on Ken for anything at all.[/quote]

Cool story, but for one your talking about family.

And two your uncle should have kept his hands to himself. He instigated the fight.

[/quote]

You missed the point entirely.

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[quote]DBCooper wrote:
I have a story to tell about those who would not jump in and help because they think of themselves and what they have to lose first.

Back in, I believe it was 2005, I went up to Seattle with a bunch of my family to visit my cousins who had just moved there from Houston. We’re all huge 49ers fans so we went to a Niners/Seahawks game. It was a Sunday Night game in a howling wind and rain storm and the Niners at the time were only two games behind the Seahawks with three to play, and Alex Smith led the team down the field for the go-ahead TD late in the game. Except I didn’t see any of this.

My uncle, John, who had moved to Seattle, was sitting at the end of a long row of seats that we all were occupying. Three of my aunts, two of my uncles, my mother, my father, my grandmother, two of my cousins and myself. My dad and I were the only ones sober. John starts egging on these fans in front of him, since the Niners were winning. He touched one of them and the guy turned around and said “you touch me again and I’m gonna beat the shit out of you.” My uncle played Div I college football as an OL, so he’s pretty big. Well, he touches the guy again and the guy turns around and starts bashing my uncle in the face. His buddies jump in (keep in mind, my 75 y/o grandmother is sitting right next to him and my other uncle, Ken, is next to her) and within a second or two it’s three on one and my uncle isn’t even fighting back.

Well, Ken didn’t do shit while John is getting pummeled, so my dad and I both jumped over everyone and took on all three of these guys ourselves. I broke my hand and my dad busted up his shin, but other than that we came out on top. My dad surprised the shit out of me with his lightning-quick reflexes and I was surprised, but proud, when he literally knocked this guy’s teeth down his throat while his buddy was trying to rear-naked choke my dad, which didn’t work out since my dad just hip-tossed him down the aisle. My other uncle was at the other end of the aisle and by the time he fought his way past Seahawks fans who were trying to keep from joining in the fray, it was over and everyone was in handcuffs.

None of us ended up getting arrested aside from the Seahawks fans, especially since the cops realized right away that we were the sober ones and were simply trying to protect our uncle and also the women sitting next to him, my grandmother especially.

The point of the story is this: ever since then, everyone loves talking about the “football game incident” as we call it. Except that no one says shit around my my uncle Ken or his wife, my aunt Melissa. For the record I am not blood-related to Ken. You see, in retrospect it was an exciting time for everyone since none of us were arrested and my uncle just got his face beat up a little. Hell, as scared shitless as my grandmother was at the time, she loves talking about it the most and my dad and I both love hearing her exaggerate our heroic actions. But when it comes to Ken, no one says anything, and there has always been this weird dynamic whenever we all watch a Niners/Seahawks game together.

You see, my uncle told me and my dad, separately, that he didn’t do anything because he felt he had too much to lose. I assume he must have said something along these lines to my other uncle and perhaps my aunts and grandmother as well. I don’t talk about it with anyone else other than my dad, but the two of us have both lost ALL respect for Ken since then. You see, my dad and I also have a lot to lose, especially my dad. But in situations like that, there are those who instinctively act to protect someone in danger like that, especially when it’s family, and there are those who think of themselves first. I suppose what my dad and I really heard when Ken gave his explanation is this: “I care more about myself than others and when someone is in trouble, I automatically think of how helping them might hurt me.” And my uncle certainly has a lot to lose as well. But when the shit goes down, there are those who try to help and those who don’t. To me, those who don’t just use the whole “too much to lose” argument as a convenient fallback to excuse their cowardice. I think everyone in my family still likes Ken and all that, but none of us have any respect for him as a man anymore. Not that it’s manly to get into fights at football games, it’s just that the image of my uncle covering himself up while my grandmother is flipping out, my uncle is getting fucking annihilated and my dad and I are taking on three guys all our size or bigger at once, has forever eliminated the possibility that either myself or my dad can count on Ken for anything at all.[/quote]

I would never be in a room with your uncle again. He’d be removed from the “book of life”. I’m talking biblical turn my back on his worthless ass. Same goes for any “friend” standing on the side lines while I’m throwing blows. If I’m letting my fists fly, you better be doing the same or picking up weapons. If you’re not, you’re dead to me.

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[quote]Captnoblivious wrote:

[quote]DBCooper wrote:
I have a story to tell about those who would not jump in and help because they think of themselves and what they have to lose first.

Back in, I believe it was 2005, I went up to Seattle with a bunch of my family to visit my cousins who had just moved there from Houston. We’re all huge 49ers fans so we went to a Niners/Seahawks game. It was a Sunday Night game in a howling wind and rain storm and the Niners at the time were only two games behind the Seahawks with three to play, and Alex Smith led the team down the field for the go-ahead TD late in the game. Except I didn’t see any of this.

My uncle, John, who had moved to Seattle, was sitting at the end of a long row of seats that we all were occupying. Three of my aunts, two of my uncles, my mother, my father, my grandmother, two of my cousins and myself. My dad and I were the only ones sober. John starts egging on these fans in front of him, since the Niners were winning. He touched one of them and the guy turned around and said “you touch me again and I’m gonna beat the shit out of you.” My uncle played Div I college football as an OL, so he’s pretty big. Well, he touches the guy again and the guy turns around and starts bashing my uncle in the face. His buddies jump in (keep in mind, my 75 y/o grandmother is sitting right next to him and my other uncle, Ken, is next to her) and within a second or two it’s three on one and my uncle isn’t even fighting back.

Well, Ken didn’t do shit while John is getting pummeled, so my dad and I both jumped over everyone and took on all three of these guys ourselves. I broke my hand and my dad busted up his shin, but other than that we came out on top. My dad surprised the shit out of me with his lightning-quick reflexes and I was surprised, but proud, when he literally knocked this guy’s teeth down his throat while his buddy was trying to rear-naked choke my dad, which didn’t work out since my dad just hip-tossed him down the aisle. My other uncle was at the other end of the aisle and by the time he fought his way past Seahawks fans who were trying to keep from joining in the fray, it was over and everyone was in handcuffs.

None of us ended up getting arrested aside from the Seahawks fans, especially since the cops realized right away that we were the sober ones and were simply trying to protect our uncle and also the women sitting next to him, my grandmother especially.

The point of the story is this: ever since then, everyone loves talking about the “football game incident” as we call it. Except that no one says shit around my my uncle Ken or his wife, my aunt Melissa. For the record I am not blood-related to Ken. You see, in retrospect it was an exciting time for everyone since none of us were arrested and my uncle just got his face beat up a little. Hell, as scared shitless as my grandmother was at the time, she loves talking about it the most and my dad and I both love hearing her exaggerate our heroic actions. But when it comes to Ken, no one says anything, and there has always been this weird dynamic whenever we all watch a Niners/Seahawks game together.

You see, my uncle told me and my dad, separately, that he didn’t do anything because he felt he had too much to lose. I assume he must have said something along these lines to my other uncle and perhaps my aunts and grandmother as well. I don’t talk about it with anyone else other than my dad, but the two of us have both lost ALL respect for Ken since then. You see, my dad and I also have a lot to lose, especially my dad. But in situations like that, there are those who instinctively act to protect someone in danger like that, especially when it’s family, and there are those who think of themselves first. I suppose what my dad and I really heard when Ken gave his explanation is this: “I care more about myself than others and when someone is in trouble, I automatically think of how helping them might hurt me.” And my uncle certainly has a lot to lose as well. But when the shit goes down, there are those who try to help and those who don’t. To me, those who don’t just use the whole “too much to lose” argument as a convenient fallback to excuse their cowardice. I think everyone in my family still likes Ken and all that, but none of us have any respect for him as a man anymore. Not that it’s manly to get into fights at football games, it’s just that the image of my uncle covering himself up while my grandmother is flipping out, my uncle is getting fucking annihilated and my dad and I are taking on three guys all our size or bigger at once, has forever eliminated the possibility that either myself or my dad can count on Ken for anything at all.[/quote]

Cool story, but for one your talking about family.

And two your uncle should have kept his hands to himself. He instigated the fight.

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Both points are fair.

Family and friend are different. But right or wrong, you support them. You can argue about right and wrong when the trouble is over. I’d wouldn’t think twice to support my uncle. I can be pissed at him later for instigating when the shit is over and we’re home safe. And yes, I’d be pissed at any family member of friend that obligated me into some shit by starting some shit when I was around.

I had a friend do this to me a few years back and I was fucking amazed. He calls me and says, come on over to such and such bar. We down here having a few. Such and such is here, bitches, bla bla bla. So I go,I walk in, and the town thug is sitting there with my buddy and sees me and nods his head smiling and saying “yeah, steve is here…it’s on now”. Turns out there was some trouble there with some guys from a neighboring town and they were coming back. I was recruited without actually knowing it. I’m thinking what-the-mother-fuck - you can’t tell me or ask me first? I didn’t say anything (I made my decision to stay) but I wasn’t really pleased with my “friend”.

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[quote]dk44 wrote:

[quote]Iron Dwarf wrote:

[quote]dk44 wrote:

[quote]Iron Dwarf wrote:
Once again, so-called “men” stand around and do nothing while an innocent victim gets beaten by an angry mob.

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While I agree with you in general, especially when standing around and encouraging the fight, I can understand why people don’t jump into these things.

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A DAD-of-four who split up a fight in a McDonald�?�¢??s was shot dead moments after being told he wouldn�?�¢??t see the morning.

Raymond Mitchell, 34, had only popped into the restaurant to buy a hot chocolate.

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Like I said, so-called MEN stood around and did nothing. Real men don’t project the worst that can happen. Who has time to calculate all that shit when another person is being victimized? Anyone who later gets called a hero wasn’t the guy standing there estimating his risks. He just jumps in. Selfless. That’s a man. [/quote]

Yeah, all balls no brains is the way to go. Fuck your wife and your kids, jump right in and save someone that you don’t know who is in a situation you know nothing about, oh sorry now your dead because you stepped in some shit that was none of your business. Let’s get real. It’s easy to state your case in regards to the McDonalds vid, women fighting, bet your ass doesn’t do that when men are throwing down.

And, if you are so hell bent on righting all the wrongs in the world, why wait until it happens right in front of you while you’re getting a Big Mac. Go post up in a dark alley in the hood and play Superman. You do know that violence against weaker humans happens all the time don’t you?

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If it was someone in your family or your friend who gets beaten up, and you’re not there, won’t you wish that someone would jump in and stop the fight, and not just stand there and watch?

It’s not about who has the biggest pair of balls, but doing what is right.

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[quote]DBCooper wrote:

[quote]Captnoblivious wrote:

[quote]DBCooper wrote:
I have a story to tell about those who would not jump in and help because they think of themselves and what they have to lose first.

Back in, I believe it was 2005, I went up to Seattle with a bunch of my family to visit my cousins who had just moved there from Houston. We’re all huge 49ers fans so we went to a Niners/Seahawks game. It was a Sunday Night game in a howling wind and rain storm and the Niners at the time were only two games behind the Seahawks with three to play, and Alex Smith led the team down the field for the go-ahead TD late in the game. Except I didn’t see any of this.

My uncle, John, who had moved to Seattle, was sitting at the end of a long row of seats that we all were occupying. Three of my aunts, two of my uncles, my mother, my father, my grandmother, two of my cousins and myself. My dad and I were the only ones sober. John starts egging on these fans in front of him, since the Niners were winning. He touched one of them and the guy turned around and said “you touch me again and I’m gonna beat the shit out of you.” My uncle played Div I college football as an OL, so he’s pretty big. Well, he touches the guy again and the guy turns around and starts bashing my uncle in the face. His buddies jump in (keep in mind, my 75 y/o grandmother is sitting right next to him and my other uncle, Ken, is next to her) and within a second or two it’s three on one and my uncle isn’t even fighting back.

Well, Ken didn’t do shit while John is getting pummeled, so my dad and I both jumped over everyone and took on all three of these guys ourselves. I broke my hand and my dad busted up his shin, but other than that we came out on top. My dad surprised the shit out of me with his lightning-quick reflexes and I was surprised, but proud, when he literally knocked this guy’s teeth down his throat while his buddy was trying to rear-naked choke my dad, which didn’t work out since my dad just hip-tossed him down the aisle. My other uncle was at the other end of the aisle and by the time he fought his way past Seahawks fans who were trying to keep from joining in the fray, it was over and everyone was in handcuffs.

None of us ended up getting arrested aside from the Seahawks fans, especially since the cops realized right away that we were the sober ones and were simply trying to protect our uncle and also the women sitting next to him, my grandmother especially.

The point of the story is this: ever since then, everyone loves talking about the “football game incident” as we call it. Except that no one says shit around my my uncle Ken or his wife, my aunt Melissa. For the record I am not blood-related to Ken. You see, in retrospect it was an exciting time for everyone since none of us were arrested and my uncle just got his face beat up a little. Hell, as scared shitless as my grandmother was at the time, she loves talking about it the most and my dad and I both love hearing her exaggerate our heroic actions. But when it comes to Ken, no one says anything, and there has always been this weird dynamic whenever we all watch a Niners/Seahawks game together.

You see, my uncle told me and my dad, separately, that he didn’t do anything because he felt he had too much to lose. I assume he must have said something along these lines to my other uncle and perhaps my aunts and grandmother as well. I don’t talk about it with anyone else other than my dad, but the two of us have both lost ALL respect for Ken since then. You see, my dad and I also have a lot to lose, especially my dad. But in situations like that, there are those who instinctively act to protect someone in danger like that, especially when it’s family, and there are those who think of themselves first. I suppose what my dad and I really heard when Ken gave his explanation is this: “I care more about myself than others and when someone is in trouble, I automatically think of how helping them might hurt me.” And my uncle certainly has a lot to lose as well. But when the shit goes down, there are those who try to help and those who don’t. To me, those who don’t just use the whole “too much to lose” argument as a convenient fallback to excuse their cowardice. I think everyone in my family still likes Ken and all that, but none of us have any respect for him as a man anymore. Not that it’s manly to get into fights at football games, it’s just that the image of my uncle covering himself up while my grandmother is flipping out, my uncle is getting fucking annihilated and my dad and I are taking on three guys all our size or bigger at once, has forever eliminated the possibility that either myself or my dad can count on Ken for anything at all.[/quote]

Cool story, but for one your talking about family.

And two your uncle should have kept his hands to himself. He instigated the fight.

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You missed the point entirely. [/quote]

No, I got your point and you made it well. However, I just chose not to reiterate it.

Starting a fight over a sporting event is juvenile.

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[quote]TheBodyGuard wrote:

[quote]Captnoblivious wrote:

[quote]DBCooper wrote:
I have a story to tell about those who would not jump in and help because they think of themselves and what they have to lose first.

Back in, I believe it was 2005, I went up to Seattle with a bunch of my family to visit my cousins who had just moved there from Houston. We’re all huge 49ers fans so we went to a Niners/Seahawks game. It was a Sunday Night game in a howling wind and rain storm and the Niners at the time were only two games behind the Seahawks with three to play, and Alex Smith led the team down the field for the go-ahead TD late in the game. Except I didn’t see any of this.

My uncle, John, who had moved to Seattle, was sitting at the end of a long row of seats that we all were occupying. Three of my aunts, two of my uncles, my mother, my father, my grandmother, two of my cousins and myself. My dad and I were the only ones sober. John starts egging on these fans in front of him, since the Niners were winning. He touched one of them and the guy turned around and said “you touch me again and I’m gonna beat the shit out of you.” My uncle played Div I college football as an OL, so he’s pretty big. Well, he touches the guy again and the guy turns around and starts bashing my uncle in the face. His buddies jump in (keep in mind, my 75 y/o grandmother is sitting right next to him and my other uncle, Ken, is next to her) and within a second or two it’s three on one and my uncle isn’t even fighting back.

Well, Ken didn’t do shit while John is getting pummeled, so my dad and I both jumped over everyone and took on all three of these guys ourselves. I broke my hand and my dad busted up his shin, but other than that we came out on top. My dad surprised the shit out of me with his lightning-quick reflexes and I was surprised, but proud, when he literally knocked this guy’s teeth down his throat while his buddy was trying to rear-naked choke my dad, which didn’t work out since my dad just hip-tossed him down the aisle. My other uncle was at the other end of the aisle and by the time he fought his way past Seahawks fans who were trying to keep from joining in the fray, it was over and everyone was in handcuffs.

None of us ended up getting arrested aside from the Seahawks fans, especially since the cops realized right away that we were the sober ones and were simply trying to protect our uncle and also the women sitting next to him, my grandmother especially.

The point of the story is this: ever since then, everyone loves talking about the “football game incident” as we call it. Except that no one says shit around my my uncle Ken or his wife, my aunt Melissa. For the record I am not blood-related to Ken. You see, in retrospect it was an exciting time for everyone since none of us were arrested and my uncle just got his face beat up a little. Hell, as scared shitless as my grandmother was at the time, she loves talking about it the most and my dad and I both love hearing her exaggerate our heroic actions. But when it comes to Ken, no one says anything, and there has always been this weird dynamic whenever we all watch a Niners/Seahawks game together.

You see, my uncle told me and my dad, separately, that he didn’t do anything because he felt he had too much to lose. I assume he must have said something along these lines to my other uncle and perhaps my aunts and grandmother as well. I don’t talk about it with anyone else other than my dad, but the two of us have both lost ALL respect for Ken since then. You see, my dad and I also have a lot to lose, especially my dad. But in situations like that, there are those who instinctively act to protect someone in danger like that, especially when it’s family, and there are those who think of themselves first. I suppose what my dad and I really heard when Ken gave his explanation is this: “I care more about myself than others and when someone is in trouble, I automatically think of how helping them might hurt me.” And my uncle certainly has a lot to lose as well. But when the shit goes down, there are those who try to help and those who don’t. To me, those who don’t just use the whole “too much to lose” argument as a convenient fallback to excuse their cowardice. I think everyone in my family still likes Ken and all that, but none of us have any respect for him as a man anymore. Not that it’s manly to get into fights at football games, it’s just that the image of my uncle covering himself up while my grandmother is flipping out, my uncle is getting fucking annihilated and my dad and I are taking on three guys all our size or bigger at once, has forever eliminated the possibility that either myself or my dad can count on Ken for anything at all.[/quote]

Cool story, but for one your talking about family.

And two your uncle should have kept his hands to himself. He instigated the fight.

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Both points are fair.

Family and friend are different. But right or wrong, you support them. You can argue about right and wrong when the trouble is over. I’d wouldn’t think twice to support my uncle. I can be pissed at him later for instigating when the shit is over and we’re home safe. And yes, I’d be pissed at any family member of friend that obligated me into some shit by starting some shit when I was around.

I had a friend do this to me a few years back and I was fucking amazed. He calls me and says, come on over to such and such bar. We down here having a few. Such and such is here, bitches, bla bla bla. So I go,I walk in, and the town thug is sitting there with my buddy and sees me and nods his head smiling and saying “yeah, steve is here…it’s on now”. Turns out there was some trouble there with some guys from a neighboring town and they were coming back. I was recruited without actually knowing it. I’m thinking what-the-mother-fuck - you can’t tell me or ask me first? I didn’t say anything (I made my decision to stay) but I wasn’t really pleased with my “friend”.[/quote]

I agree close friends and good family members are backed up even if they did something stupid.

lol, I wouldn’t have been happy with your “friend” either. Bars are bad news. Throw a bunch of horny men, manipulative women, drugs, pride, and alcohol in the mix the outcome isn’t favorable.

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[quote]Captnoblivious wrote:

[quote]TheBodyGuard wrote:

[quote]Captnoblivious wrote:

[quote]DBCooper wrote:
I have a story to tell about those who would not jump in and help because they think of themselves and what they have to lose first.

Back in, I believe it was 2005, I went up to Seattle with a bunch of my family to visit my cousins who had just moved there from Houston. We’re all huge 49ers fans so we went to a Niners/Seahawks game. It was a Sunday Night game in a howling wind and rain storm and the Niners at the time were only two games behind the Seahawks with three to play, and Alex Smith led the team down the field for the go-ahead TD late in the game. Except I didn’t see any of this.

My uncle, John, who had moved to Seattle, was sitting at the end of a long row of seats that we all were occupying. Three of my aunts, two of my uncles, my mother, my father, my grandmother, two of my cousins and myself. My dad and I were the only ones sober. John starts egging on these fans in front of him, since the Niners were winning. He touched one of them and the guy turned around and said “you touch me again and I’m gonna beat the shit out of you.” My uncle played Div I college football as an OL, so he’s pretty big. Well, he touches the guy again and the guy turns around and starts bashing my uncle in the face. His buddies jump in (keep in mind, my 75 y/o grandmother is sitting right next to him and my other uncle, Ken, is next to her) and within a second or two it’s three on one and my uncle isn’t even fighting back.

Well, Ken didn’t do shit while John is getting pummeled, so my dad and I both jumped over everyone and took on all three of these guys ourselves. I broke my hand and my dad busted up his shin, but other than that we came out on top. My dad surprised the shit out of me with his lightning-quick reflexes and I was surprised, but proud, when he literally knocked this guy’s teeth down his throat while his buddy was trying to rear-naked choke my dad, which didn’t work out since my dad just hip-tossed him down the aisle. My other uncle was at the other end of the aisle and by the time he fought his way past Seahawks fans who were trying to keep from joining in the fray, it was over and everyone was in handcuffs.

None of us ended up getting arrested aside from the Seahawks fans, especially since the cops realized right away that we were the sober ones and were simply trying to protect our uncle and also the women sitting next to him, my grandmother especially.

The point of the story is this: ever since then, everyone loves talking about the “football game incident” as we call it. Except that no one says shit around my my uncle Ken or his wife, my aunt Melissa. For the record I am not blood-related to Ken. You see, in retrospect it was an exciting time for everyone since none of us were arrested and my uncle just got his face beat up a little. Hell, as scared shitless as my grandmother was at the time, she loves talking about it the most and my dad and I both love hearing her exaggerate our heroic actions. But when it comes to Ken, no one says anything, and there has always been this weird dynamic whenever we all watch a Niners/Seahawks game together.

You see, my uncle told me and my dad, separately, that he didn’t do anything because he felt he had too much to lose. I assume he must have said something along these lines to my other uncle and perhaps my aunts and grandmother as well. I don’t talk about it with anyone else other than my dad, but the two of us have both lost ALL respect for Ken since then. You see, my dad and I also have a lot to lose, especially my dad. But in situations like that, there are those who instinctively act to protect someone in danger like that, especially when it’s family, and there are those who think of themselves first. I suppose what my dad and I really heard when Ken gave his explanation is this: “I care more about myself than others and when someone is in trouble, I automatically think of how helping them might hurt me.” And my uncle certainly has a lot to lose as well. But when the shit goes down, there are those who try to help and those who don’t. To me, those who don’t just use the whole “too much to lose” argument as a convenient fallback to excuse their cowardice. I think everyone in my family still likes Ken and all that, but none of us have any respect for him as a man anymore. Not that it’s manly to get into fights at football games, it’s just that the image of my uncle covering himself up while my grandmother is flipping out, my uncle is getting fucking annihilated and my dad and I are taking on three guys all our size or bigger at once, has forever eliminated the possibility that either myself or my dad can count on Ken for anything at all.[/quote]

Cool story, but for one your talking about family.

And two your uncle should have kept his hands to himself. He instigated the fight.

[/quote]

Both points are fair.

Family and friend are different. But right or wrong, you support them. You can argue about right and wrong when the trouble is over. I’d wouldn’t think twice to support my uncle. I can be pissed at him later for instigating when the shit is over and we’re home safe. And yes, I’d be pissed at any family member of friend that obligated me into some shit by starting some shit when I was around.

I had a friend do this to me a few years back and I was fucking amazed. He calls me and says, come on over to such and such bar. We down here having a few. Such and such is here, bitches, bla bla bla. So I go,I walk in, and the town thug is sitting there with my buddy and sees me and nods his head smiling and saying “yeah, steve is here…it’s on now”. Turns out there was some trouble there with some guys from a neighboring town and they were coming back. I was recruited without actually knowing it. I’m thinking what-the-mother-fuck - you can’t tell me or ask me first? I didn’t say anything (I made my decision to stay) but I wasn’t really pleased with my “friend”.[/quote]

I agree close friends and good family members are backed up even if they did something stupid.

lol, I wouldn’t have been happy with your “friend” either. Bars are bad news. Throw a bunch of horny men, manipulative women, drugs, pride, and alcohol in the mix the outcome isn’t favorable. [/quote]

Sounds like a bloody good night out to me!

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[quote]DBCooper wrote:
There’s a lot of ninjas on this site.[/quote]

It’s a damned if you do damned if you don’t situation. I guess it’s best to leave it where it’s at and let them use the women’s restroom but you can’t tell me if your girl or wife or mother or sister complained about some dude with a buldge in the bathroom you’d be TOTALLY ok with it. That doesnt mean you would attack said person, but you wouldn’t understand why they were uncomfortable?

And oh…I came before alot of the other Ninjas…hahaha

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I think it’s unlikely that most bystanders present in this video and other’s like it made well-reasoned, considered decisions not to help the person being beaten. The “think of my family” type of rationalizations come later when people are trying to process the events and their own responses or lack thereof. This is not to say by any means that some people don’t think it through logically and decide to stand aside for many different, potentially valid reasons. However, IMHO the vast majority people are quite simply sheep who either freeze or flee in the face of real violence without ever having undergone a decision making process of any kind. Furthermore simply having a dick in no way makes you immune to this. It is the natural response for an overwhelming majority of the human population.

As for those who would jump in, I think a good guideline is if it’s not worth dying for it’s not worth fighting for. Because that’s how every fight can end up and you never know. You lay your life before the threat every time, and there are never any guarantees. In this case, for example, any or all of those chicks might have a blade, or a thug who’s carrying just a phone call away, or even right out in the parking lot. To think otherwise is kidding yourself. So, if you can’t live with the idea of standing by while a stranger is beaten senseless, then you know what you need to do, but accept the risks like an adult before you climb on your white horse and charge in.

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HE got what HE deserves. If you have a cock you are a MAN and do not belong in a bathroom with a 14 and 18 year old girl. The grown MAN got his ass beat by a 14 and 18 year old girl.

If he were in the bathroom with my wife or daughters he would be dead.

Only in this messed up society is this perverse pedophilic behavior accepted. We celebrate people with mental disorders as models and heroes of behavior.

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Is now a good time to mention that my uncle in question, Ken, is also black, a former Marine and stood by and did/said absolutely nothing when the people around him were calling him a n*****? I don’t know about you guys, but if I was black and some mid-twenties punk starts calling me a n***** and a f***** (based on the fact that I am a fan of a San Francisco sports team) and then he starts beating the shit out of my brother-in-law, regardless of what my brother-in-law did, I’m stepping in and I’m throwing down with reckless abandon.