Lol,youll be wanting to take that post back now Laser with my above post
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Not a bit would I take back
My father was an officer in the British Navy. He could box Queensbury rules. He could fight dirty. I remember when we were young, he habitually got around with a short-handled axe, a gun and for some reason a spear-gun stuffed under the front seat of his van (this was before, like the UK, a mossad-sting posing a 'crazed lone gunman' massacre was utilized to seize guns from the populace here)
Suffice to say, no-one messed with our family, courtesy of our father's preparedness and warning that if anyone attempted to monster us, he wasn't going to go down without a fight, nor would he be the only one to get hurt. Everyone was very polite towards us. We lived a charmed life. For this reason, most natural women prefer alpa males as fathers for their children
My mother had been in the British Army, and she was quite handy in a crisis too, although generally speaking, my parents were both affable, popular and physically very attractive and intelligent
This world is a jungle, a zoo. Some of us are fortunate to live in the pretty, peaceful regions of that jungle. Others are not so lucky. You deal with what confronts you and you protect the family you create
Facing beasts with a smile and open hands might work in a Lennon song, but then in real life, old John wasn't averse to kicking heads. Nor was Christ
