Violence And Real Life

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I dusted off my violence books to get my mind right about writing violent scenes. I also came across a book I may order, to add some realism to scenes set in slums.

I'd forgotten things I knew. I retired 10 years ago, and haven't dealt with violent people since then. I'd forgotten about something called BATTLE-JOY. Its a feeling akin to what you feel just before you get some pussy....like when you first enter the motel room or her bedroom. I get a kindred feeling just before I lock horns with a piece of shit. I know how its gonna be, and I'm already happy. I could die, but he's fucked. Its like the old Billy Jack movie that shows battlejoy so clearly:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P6ZMeRshPR0
 
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Interesting tension in the start up scene the choreographed fights srr hilarious but that start has the right tricle of adrenaline for my mind. The teitch and the weaker smiling as if to placate as opposed to escalate. Battle-joy is a nrw phrase to me i used to call it "digging it" when i was bouncing in night clubs.
 
Interesting tension in the start up scene the choreographed fights srr hilarious but that start has the right tricle of adrenaline for my mind. The teitch and the weaker smiling as if to placate as opposed to escalate. Battle-joy is a nrw phrase to me i used to call it "digging it" when i was bouncing in night clubs.

I worked at a mental hospital many years, and almost every night we had drunks come in wanting to kick some nurse ass, and one of my jobs was to intervene before it happened. Well, once you've done it a few hundred times its almost fun, cuz you know how its gonna be. People naturally freeze the instant you make contact, and then its over as you increase your control. Grab a wrist, put a leg between his legs.

On the street its a little different but you still gotta get close to grab, and they'll lay right down if you do it right.
 
I worked at a mental hospital many years, and almost every night we had drunks come in wanting to kick some nurse ass, and one of my jobs was to intervene before it happened. Well, once you've done it a few hundred times its almost fun, cuz you know how its gonna be. People naturally freeze the instant you make contact, and then its over as you increaseawere battle testws. your control. Grab a wrist, put a leg between his legs.

On the street its a little different but you still gotta get close to grab, and they'll lay right down if you do it right.

I spent 9 months on the emergency response team in a psych ward after night club work, fucking politics in hospitals put lives at risk. Psych was a whole new ball game for me. look up a guy by the name of geoff thompson he has a book called watch my back and many others. He depicts violence very well and he has some very good self defense tacticts that I adopted myself because they were battle tested.
 
I spent 9 months on the emergency response team in a psych ward after night club work, fucking politics in hospitals put lives at risk. Psych was a whole new ball game for me. look up a guy by the name of geoff thompson he has a book called watch my back and many others. He depicts violence very well and he has some very good self defense tacticts that I adopted myself because they were battle tested.

I know. About the time I left the hospital was into groups hugs for violent patients. I left when they got militant about smoke breaks for patients regardless of what was going on. And patient facilitators....patients selected to mentor other patients.
 
I worked at a mental hospital many years, and almost every night we had drunks come in wanting to kick some nurse ass, and one of my jobs was to intervene before it happened. Well, once you've done it a few hundred times its almost fun, cuz you know how its gonna be. People naturally freeze the instant you make contact, and then its over as you increase your control. Grab a wrist, put a leg between his legs.

On the street its a little different but you still gotta get close to grab, and they'll lay right down if you do it right.

You have fucking got to be kidding me. Chin Na is, IMNTHO, not a good start in dealing with the possibly insane. I prefer to come at them with my one hand held a bit too high and then put a thrusting, no shadow kick into a knee, usually followed by a back elbow into the face, assuming that the knee kick didn't put whako already onto the ground. Once whako is on the ground, I like to use a snap kick to the ribs (possibly preceded by a scooping kick to get an arm out of the way,) then a dropping forearm to the face. (The sequence is a full and final cure for insanity.)
 
You have fucking got to be kidding me. Chin Na is, IMNTHO, not a good start in dealing with the possibly insane. I prefer to come at them with my one hand held a bit too high and then put a thrusting, no shadow kick into a knee, usually followed by a back elbow into the face, assuming that the knee kick didn't put whako already onto the ground. Once whako is on the ground, I like to use a snap kick to the ribs (possibly preceded by a scooping kick to get an arm out of the way,) then a dropping forearm to the face. (The sequence is a full and final cure for insanity.)

Youre talking out your ass. I've seen martial arts instructors get their asses kicked doing what you suggest.
 
These days, there's guys out there who've been using steroids for years, and shouting 'light weight, light weight' in the gym for years, and who're burning on ice...

This is when a machine gun comes in handy.

And I think that would be the minimum you would need.

...If - you were getting anywhere near a 'situation' in which violence was possible.
 
Here is a guy with some 'Battle Joy' . . .

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G0iumyAGVOY



On a side note, this term 'Battle Joy' put this scenario in my head ...

Battle Joy: The act of coming during an intense rape.

Rapist One: Did you get any battle joy?

Rapist Two: I sure did ... Oh, and I might be going a way for a while. My ski mask was ripped off and the condom broke. #SadRegrets.
 
I don't know whether I would call it 'battle joy' but maybe 'battle calm'. I saw several instances of it in service in the Malaysian insurrection and later ('60's) in the independence fighting in Aden(now Yemen).

The best example I know was from a Scottish soldier a sergeant, medium height medium build, nothing special in appearances. We received a radio call to assist his patrol which had a broken down vehicle. Friday prayers had just ended, often a time when there was trouble, the mob having been stirred up by the Iman.

We arrived just in time to see what happened, A mob of Arabs about 60 or 70 strong emerged into the street, yelling and shouting, about 30, mebbe a few more were armed - a few shots were fired, mainly in the air, but too close for comfort.

What did our Jock do. He picked a heavy tyre iron from his vehicles toolbox and walked steadily towards the advancing mob - picked out the leader - walked calmly up to him and with one blow from the tyre iron splattered his brains in the road

Instant and total silence. Then suddenly the mob started running - every which ways - but all ways were away from Jock.

Jock turned back to the broken truck and spoke for the first time, "Are you fookin' bastids gunna be all fookin day fixin' this fookin truck."

In a crisis some people just know what has to be done and they do it.
 
I don't know whether I would call it 'battle joy' but maybe 'battle calm'. I saw several instances of it in service in the Malaysian insurrection and later ('60's) in the independence fighting in Aden(now Yemen).

The best example I know was from a Scottish soldier a sergeant, medium height medium build, nothing special in appearances. We received a radio call to assist his patrol which had a broken down vehicle. Friday prayers had just ended, often a time when there was trouble, the mob having been stirred up by the Iman.

We arrived just in time to see what happened, A mob of Arabs about 60 or 70 strong emerged into the street, yelling and shouting, about 30, mebbe a few more were armed - a few shots were fired, mainly in the air, but too close for comfort.

What did our Jock do. He picked a heavy tyre iron from his vehicles toolbox and walked steadily towards the advancing mob - picked out the leader - walked calmly up to him and with one blow from the tyre iron splattered his brains in the road

Instant and total silence. Then suddenly the mob started running - every which ways - but all ways were away from Jock.

Jock turned back to the broken truck and spoke for the first time, "Are you fookin' bastids gunna be all fookin day fixin' this fookin truck."

In a crisis some people just know what has to be done and they do it.

Of course!
 
I finished my reading. The expert discredited plenty of myths about violence, and discredited the contributions females make to military and police units. He stipulates a few females have the right stuff but not most. Even when theyre trained thoroughly they lack the natural warrior spirit males have. Combat gets the same enthusiasm they invest in laundry, cooking, and mopping floors. For them its a chore.

The writer has no enthusiasm for martial arts experts or white men from middle income families. These guys have the same WHATEVER attitudes the girls bring to violence.
 
Don't sound so excited, Johnson. Violence is not a good thing.

Personally I don't even like to put myself into those situations where it is a necessary thing.

In literature (of any and all types) there is sometimes extremely ugly violence, and sometimes there is extremely thrilling violence.

'V-I-O-L-E-N-C-E...'

Sirens, crunching, moaning, sharp CRACKS!

A figure moving with pain, slowly, out of the darkness of the narrow alleyway.

...The trouble with this is it's just the Six Thirty News. Every day, over and over and over again.
 
Don't sound so excited, Johnson. Violence is not a good thing.

Personally I don't even like to put myself into those situations where it is a necessary thing.

In literature (of any and all types) there is sometimes extremely ugly violence, and sometimes there is extremely thrilling violence.

'V-I-O-L-E-N-C-E...'

Sirens, crunching, moaning, sharp CRACKS!

A figure moving with pain, slowly, out of the darkness of the narrow alleyway.

...The trouble with this is it's just the Six Thirty News. Every day, over and over and over again.

Its more fun than fucking.
 
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