Selective Violence
We can respond to threats with fight. Or flight.
A man should be capable of extreme violence, as needed. But he should avoid gratuitously or randomly engaging in violence. Or refrain from engaging in violence when this presents significantly higher risk than acting on the other instinctive response he has evolved for: Flight. This self-control, and risk assessment capabilities under stress, are what separates men and warriors from psychopaths and hysterical vaginas. A man should essentially always keep it under control. A similar behavior is also prevalent in nature, with wolves or bears with cubs or pups avoiding unnecessary risk when faced with a threat so the offsprings do not end up in a more threatening situation.
I have been exposed to my share of psychopaths so far in my life, military and otherwise: ISIS, Ukrainians, North Koreans, Chinese, and the average Canadian. Including, for the latter, earlier today.
I was minding my own business, driving on Vancouver Island, and wishing I was already back in Norway, in part due to lack of snow. Those who have driven in southern BC know that people can’t drive in rain, can’t drive in snow, and can’t drive at more than 30kmh below speed limit. I just have come to terms with this reality, and pass at first opportunity. But Canadians, for the most part, are not right in the head, as they have demonstrated during COVID. They are nasty, vile, psychopathic, and they really like to make other people’s life miserable. In this case, looks like the driver I passed got gratification from impeding traffic. So, when I started passing him, he started preventing me by suddenly accelerating from 50kmh in a 80kmh zone, to… 120kmh. I still managed to pass him and avoid a head on collision with a dude coming in the other direction. This was bad enough. But the driver, then, literally lost in mind, and decided to go on a chase, while trying to drive me off the road. Actually. We both were driving Toyota tundras. Powerful vehicles at 5.7L. His was full size. Mine was regular cab. Meaning I was lighter and therefore able to go faster. Not to mention better skills when it comes to evading techniques on the pretty bad, windy and bumpy road. Although these skills were originally learned in the context of terrorist attacks rather than encounters with Canadians. In that part of Canada, like most of the country actually, there is no cell coverage. So, no cops to call (who tend anyway to never act on actual threats). So, I had the option to drive back to cabin and and have the guy engaged (fight). By me or bros. Or to turn around, and drive back towards town and civilization to avoid direct engagement (flight).
I had pups on board. That I couldn’t reasonably expose to any risk. In addition, while I have no doubt about my capabilities to neutralise the threat the driver(s) posed, in a country like Canada, I would be the one ending up charged. I wanted to fight, out of personal satisfaction, but this was not a factor considered in my decision, as purely an emotional response. The fight option, therefore, didn’t look great. I therefore concluded flight was a better approach, with a higher likelihood of resolution.
So, I kept driving, and evading the psycho. I reached up to 180kmh at some points on a windy BC mountain road. I didn’t go towards our turf, instead staying on the main road. When I saw an opportunity to turn around, I suddenly seized it, with the guy attempting to block me, but failing. Now going back towards town, faster than him, and with much better skills handling a vehicle at high speeds on difficult roads. He soon realized he couldn’t keep up and that I would drag him all the way to town where he would probably be picked up by the RCMP. So, he abandoned the pursuit and turned around. I kept going and hid somewhere for a while, to make sure he was gone. During that time, I also took other steps I cannot really discuss, just in case.
Pups, of course, loved it. Going that fast on this type of road with a 4x4 was a lot of fun. Including several spots where we got airborne for a couple seconds at a time, due to the condition of the road. It was like a roller coster.
Ultimately, the situation was better handled by flighting rather than fighting, even though I would have gotten great gratification beating the shit out of the moron. And this was a reminder that we should always engage in violence selectively, and when it is the best course of action under the circumstances.