Only fought over over politics twice, and to my great shame, lost spectacularly one of them.
Was discussing ... Can't rightly remember what, something about unions, with my brother at a bar, just normal banter, some colorful language about walls and who should stand before them, but it did piss off some Finnish guys in the other booth, and one of them, this tiny, bald man, squared up as we were leaving, talking about what communists did to his country. Got real close, you know like some guys do when they're acting big, so I thought he was just posturing, then I came to on the floor a few seconds later.
According to my brother, he'd given me this straight up textbook uppercut. Dude was so short he could get full power off well within my effective reach. I'm lucky I had my jaw clenched at the time.
The other time, I went to a karaoke with a mate, and despite the booklets having these old punk songs, the regular clientele really didn't like it when we drunkenly belted out Staten och Kapitalet in their bar, and really didn't like it when we kept singing loudly in the face of one of them who came up to tell us to leave, so it turned into what was mostly drunken shoving and some badly thrown punches before the bouncer broke it up and kicked us out.
Honestly, at protests I'm mostly trying to Prevent fighting, because I'm way too fucking careful. And people generally don't start shit with me. And that not me acting tough, it's just that I've rarely been in the company of anyone who saw any reason to start anything.
Only fought over over politics twice, and to my great shame, lost spectacularly one of them.
Was discussing ... Can't rightly remember what, something about unions, with my brother at a bar, just normal banter, some colorful language about walls and who should stand before them, but it did piss off some Finnish guys in the other booth, and one of them, this tiny, bald man, squared up as we were leaving, talking about what communists did to his country. Got real close, you know like some guys do when they're acting big, so I thought he was just posturing, then I came to on the floor a few seconds later.
According to my brother, he'd given me this straight up textbook uppercut. Dude was so short he could get full power off well within my effective reach. I'm lucky I had my jaw clenched at the time.
The other time, I went to a karaoke with a mate, and despite the booklets having these old punk songs, the regular clientele really didn't like it when we drunkenly belted out Staten och Kapitalet in their bar, and really didn't like it when we kept singing loudly in the face of one of them who came up to tell us to leave, so it turned into what was mostly drunken shoving and some badly thrown punches before the bouncer broke it up and kicked us out.
Honestly, at protests I'm mostly trying to Prevent fighting, because I'm way too fucking careful. And people generally don't start shit with me. And that not me acting tough, it's just that I've rarely been in the company of anyone who saw any reason to start anything.