violence-in-society

A normal fighter in the street fights in a different way than a disciplined boxer, but a boxer is from the other world, it__ a big difference. A boxer can throw a six-inch punch. A six-inch punch can knock you clean down. I__ very wary of those boxers, I can tell you. If you get a boxer that can street fight and he mixes it together then it makes a lethal combination! I mixed boxing and street fighting in to a cocktail and when I knocked them down I kept them down by use of the boot.

In a dancehall in Kendal, I chased the bouncers out of the fucking dancehall, they were wearing white coats and they took these coats off, put them on the floor and jacked; Ginger Harris and me, we put the white coats on and took over for the night!

On this world you have the animals and they have as much right to be on this world as us; and it__ man who is the reason they are pushed to extinction. They__e killing them for their tusks and their horns, and these fucking idiots, they think claws will give them sex appeal and they get all fucking sissy on you.

I__e had guns pointed at me, and I can tell you that it__ not the right place to be standing if some is really mad at you!

I believe in most men there is a certain amount of violence. Every man has a bit of fight in him, but some of them have to look deeper within themselves, further than most. The fight is there if you search for it; people don__ think they__e got it at all, but they have got it, like the weakest fucking crony you could see on earth. If someone broke in to the house, I believe he__ fucking have a go rather than somebody hurt his wife and kids; it would press him to his limits. If he__ not going to defend his pitch, he__ not worth a cup of cold fucking water.

You know, the Lord said to Adam: __ome forth, come forth,_ and he came fifth and won the fucking apple, do you know what I mean. If you can walk away, walk away but it__ hard to do

Dicing with death is one man__ cup of tea, but another man__ poison. I just didn__ fear anything.

One lesson I learned from all of this, and that was a hard one, for all of the good I did people, it was never remembered. I was the one doing jail, not them. Apart from a small circle of close loyal friends, I was and am on my own.

Someone once asked me if I knew the feeling of fear. Oh, I knew fear. Well, really speaking I never feared any fucker at that time; I__e got to be honest. But I knew fear, the fear of losing! There was never any fear of combat! My father instilled that fear in to me and that was what drove me on to win _ the fear of what was to come after you went home saying you__ lost!

The truth is, it is the younger inexperience gangsters who often cut down the older original gangsters. The best way for this young thug to prove himself to others, is to simply cut down an established gangster. Thus, this cruel cycle of senseless violence repeats itself, with the younger being more vicious and rootless than his predecessor. It__ the dog, who kills the lion, and once he has killed the lion, he__ no longer a dog; he__ now a lion himself.

When we allow violence against some, we enable violence against all.

There__ no respect for older people at all today, and that__ saddening. Look at the way crime against older people has risen! You know, there__ no calling people __r_ or __rs_ now, they just call you, and it__ all __uck off_ and the likes of.

If your religion requires, as an article of faith, to hate people of other religions and faiths, you and your ism are screwed up, mate.

A world that denies _ or worse, downplays - the existence of child soldiers, honor killing victims and parents forced to commit infanticide is a world in denial. Gross incidence such as these will only persist for as long as people choose to turn their faces away.

On average, around 500,000 people die on the planet every year as a result of intentional violence and homicide. These acts span domestic violence, war, terrorism, infanticide, gang violence, honor killings and state executions. Many of these deaths pass relatively unnoticed while some attract attention.

It's terrifying to think you could become the next statistic.