Debate: Violence never serves the cause of justice
Side: agree

It never is something i would like to have to do. Unfortunately i have had a lot of violence in my life , i have also unfortunately witnessed i lot of violence (but i am lucky , i was born and live in Australia), and i unfortunately have caused violence or been violent to various degrees. Sometimes , even worse than this , sometimes i have been violent with no real cause to be so . Sometimes , this has been in the heat of the moment , sometimes out of jealosy , and when i was younger , usually because i was feeling sorry for myself or was rebelling ; On those grounds , the after taste of that violence was of regret or shame. Sometimes i have been violent and thoroughly felt victorious and glorious for the outcome and Sometimes i feel bad inside for feeling those feelings over a violent situation , which i think could be a moral hint that violence is never justified . Sometimes i have just copped the violence because of being , either outnumbered or overpowered . In the case of outnumbered , i just approach each person individually later on , or if i have no choice to take flight , i give it all my best. In the case of overpowered , in one messed up point in my life , i relied upon some even nastier knights on shining armour , they were a little hard core and i regret ever having that gang in my life , talk about grossly violent , ( at one point i actually considered killing two of the people from this gang out of fear of them and their "ownership" on me )(this was a seperate incidence to that in my above post ) im just glad they are out of my life. Also another rival gang to this , i copped a flogging and a half , the guy tried three times to punch my nose through my brain , stuck a bottle in my leg after missing my you know what , he was taking these swings at me as i leant to pick up my bag , kept smacking me back to standing point , once knocking me on my arse. The other burly hard mugs watching couldnt believe i was still standing , between each hit i would say to him " name , dont hit me " , and each blow would get harder as he got angrier that i wouldnt go down. Then he said he was going to kill me , i just grabbed my bag , looked at him and said "on that note i will be leaving , i got 4 kids that want to see me tomorrow." then i legged it out of there. And left them all , these big hard arse mongrels , standing there dumbfounded. Later i bumped into one of there guys and was invited back for an apology ...no doubt i declined. Once i was in a violent relationship , three weeks into moving to a remote town , my then partner got drunk and after watching "once were warriors" forgot he was halfcast kiwi and decided to do the haka on my head. He had me pinned down , sitting on my chest with his knees pinning my arms he just kept hitting and hitting and smashing my head into the slate floor. I just told him to kill me... he stopped long enough for me to escape him , i ran thru bush to the neighbours , who called police . But i had to go back because my kids were there. The police still hadnt arrived , as i was just getting to the kids room he jumped out and kidney punched me , but despite the 30 odd now welts to my face and head and that i was dropped like a bag of shit , i saw my then two young sons and suddenly this surge of agression gave me enough strength to push him backwards from the room and shut the door , barricade it , throw the pram out the window , grab the boys , and hightail it . the cops finally showed 40 minutes later. I still have this gross aftertaste at the thought that i at one point gave up and told him to kill me. That feeling is more gross than the aftertaste of the violence ive caused and regretted. You know i have just realised that i have far too many accounts of violence to recall , if i dont stop writing now then the page will run out. I just want people to be nice , OR ELSE. I dont need pity for any of my experiences , they have all been learning ones , regardless of being bad or good experiences . Here is a funny violence in my life , just to end this post ,on lighter notes. My grandfather use to get all his grandkids in a broken circle ,each end would hold a wire on this little black box contraption that he made. We would wait eagerly as he wound up its handle , then he would let it go and a bell would ring and the handle would unwind and an electrical current would shoot round the circle through the lot of us. Sounds nasty...but we would always go back for more.