Fact: I am arrogant.
I'm arrogant because I know the odds.
99.9% of "men" in this world have never been in a fist fight in their lives.
Of the 1/10 of 1% of those that have, 99.9% of those - the last time they were in a fight was the 3rd grade.
99.9% of "men" bluff, BS, and play tough because their ego depends on other people thinking they are some sort of tough guy.
So, all being said, there are less than 2 dozen men on this entire planet that have the experience and the machismo to actually make good on their threats against all the things I say that hurt their precious little feelings. I'll meet any man, any where, any time, and I'll give him 24 hours to draw as big a crowd as he can muster to document our battle on whatever social media his ego depends on. Until then...and it's been over 20 years since I've met a "man" who would do anything but bluff like a coward...I will continue to speak my mind, and you "men" will continue to puff up and talk smack because that's all you can do. I'm not scared of pain. I'm not scared of jail. I'm not scared of prison. I'm not scared of death. I'm definitely not scared of a "man" who is taller than me or outweighs me. I've trained attack dogs and horses. You ain't nothing. The more you try to puff up and tower over me, the worse your embarrassment will be. Ever poop your pants in front of all your friends? It's a pinch to a nerve bundle. Ever cry out in agonizing pain in front of all the people you worked so hard to earn respect from? It's a quick jab with a knuckle to a joint. Ever been at the total mercy of someone no matter how much bigger you are than them? Joint locks.
Sad too, because I'm not anymore than a below-average fighter. But, It doesn't take much with most of you blowhards. Most of you "tough guys" are a two hit fight. I hit you in the chest hard enough you think your heart will stop, you hit the ground and panic because you're attached to this life and all it's trappings. Gotcha. Granted, I brought a lot of the crap I had to deal with from "men " upon myself, but I never dealt with it back then because I knew how fragile most peoples' egos were. If I had turned a "man"'s rectum inside out like a tube sock, it would have destroyed his reputation. My reputation never depended on what other people thought of me. Still doesn't. That's why I say what I will, when I will, and how I will.
...it's not who will let me...but who's gonna stop me?
P.S. Yes, I'm off the wagon tonight. So what?