What is the rudest thing you have ever done?

What is the rudest thing you have ever done? by Petter Brenna Rian

Answer by Petter Brenna Rian:

I mentally annihilated a young woman because I was fed up with her getting whatever she wanted just because she was hot.

We were both working at a restaurant, and she would get anything she wanted. She would simply look at you, smile, stroke your arm, and you’d be smitten. I was witnessing how she ruthlessly worked her magic. So I decided to break her.

I saw her talking to the manager. She was describing this elaborate meal she wanted the kitchen to make her. The kitchen despised making customized meals for us. But, this girl would manipulate the manager to get her way. However, she would need a waiter (like me) to put the order into the system.

I walk by, and the manager stops me. “Petter can place the order for you.” She turns to me, and she starts her routine. Her eyes widen. She is smiling. She touches my arm. Her cleavage is calling for me. She explain her order in a soft voice. She moves closer as she talks. Then when she finish talking, she waits for my response.

“I’m sorry. I can’t do that. You are just not pretty enough.”

I walk away. She is completely dumb-founded. Her mouth is gaping. The manager breaks down in laughter. He can’t believe it.

After that I must have pushed some buttons in her head. First she demanded an apology. To which I told her I had no reason to apologize. Then she would ask why I hated her. I would tell her that I don’t. I’d say: “I’m completely indifferent to your existence”. She was in despair. I was mentally torturing her.

After awhile she would strive for my approval. She wanted me to just say anything nice to her. She desperately needed me to like her. She would do favors for me. She would be extra nice to me. She would praise my work. Praise my looks. But I never showed any sign of remorse. Or approval. I never did.

What is the rudest thing you have ever done?

Why won’t a World War 3 occur?

Why won’t a World War 3 occur? by @balajivis

Answer by Balaji Viswanathan:

Primarily because of nuclear weapons. Without nuclear weapons, WW3 and WW4 would have started & ended in Korea, Vietnam, Cuba, Czechoslovakia, Ukraine or even India.

The great thing about nuclear weapons is that it gives people the chills. Imagine all the people talking about Hiroshima-Nagasaki even though it is well less than 1% of all deaths in that war. As though the 99% of other deaths from bombs and bullets were from showering roses.

People talk so much about nuclear weapons, because in their mind the conventional bombs are not that dangerous. These conventional weapons don’t scare them to death when it actually should. Since the populace is not scared, they don’t stop their governments from fighting silly wars.

The beauty of nuclear weapons is that it makes people really worry about the consequences of war. They cannot just send their young boys to war while they sip their coffee [like what the Americans are doing while fighting half dozen wars right now]. The nuclear weapons promise total destruction. Someone could bomb their home right there in the middle of the US or China or Russia or India and instantly vaporize them. They could “enjoy” the same consequence as their brave lads on the frontlines that they have sent to fight [through voting].

This bone-chilling fear of personal harm keeps us from being too irrational. Not trade or prosperity. There was enormous world trade before WW1, but they didn’t have a deadly weapon to scare the people.

However, there will come a day when the danger of nuclear weapon will peter off. We will find a way to disable or destroy nuclear warheads in a consistent way. At that point, the public will once again lose this fear and plan of delivering vengeance. The leaders merely reflect the public opinions and they might act irrationally too. That is when the WW3 occur. Or there might be a party that could lose a nuclear weapon when a third party could steal and use against another nation. That will start a major war.

Until that time, the present nuclear weapons regiment provide a sufficient protection against a war. Fear works.

Why won’t a World War 3 occur?

What is an incident that changed your life?

What is an incident that changed your life? by Anonymous

Answer by Anonymous:

Meeting Him!

It was 1980, Guwahati and I was the 15 year old daughter of a rickshaw puller – Actually a school teacher who was forced out of his town, profession, lineage, country by ’72 war and took to the job of a rickshaw puller like many other teachers, bankers, businessmen who had lost everything to the war. The slums of Guwahati were brimming with “Bangladeshi” immigrants who took new jobs, degrading jobs, quickly forgetting who they were. Hunger does it to you and when it does, trust me, it takes just a few minutes to accept your new life.

My father died; tuberculosis coupled with inhuman labor took just five years to reduce him to a tiny skeleton, and in a way his death was a relief for me. I could not see him struggling to carry fat aunties to the Mandis coughing blood. But the relief was short, so was the grief because hunger subdues all other emotions a person can have and reduce him/her to an ‘it’- an animal. I was not good at house hold tasks and my father had me read books than cleaning utensils back in Purbabanga (Thats what we called Bangladesh back then). My aunt, a cousin of my dead mother, slowly began to refuse the single bowl of rice she used to offer. I was helpless, I was clueless and I let myself being guided by the only emotion I knew- Hunger. Sheikh bhai took me to Nasima Begum who ran a brothel in paltan bazaar area.

When I realized what was that, I was horrified. I was just fifteen and knew nothing about sex. But looking back, I feel grateful, for Nasima in her own ways consoled me. She helped me with the tricks of the trade and the first night of that dark journey began. I sobbed as day after day, men after men paraded into that tiny bamboo chamber – drunk men, men stinking of potatoes, perfumed rich marwaris, and it went on and on. Nasima was kind to let me keep 40% of the money I earned, 20% of which I paid back as rent and catering charges. But I had no family, no future and no dreams to live for, so I spent my remaining 20% on things that I loved most – Books. Books of Shankar, Sarat Chandra, William Golding etc. filled my shelf, watching over my sweaty body which I used to buy more of those. The customers that came to me, all frowned at me for my “nasty” habit, and I kept on ignoring.

One day when I was waiting for my first customer of the day, I saw him walking hesitantly inside the rickety house. I knew he was a first timer the moment I saw him. He was tall and like all tall boys back then he wore a bell bottom. He was accompanied by his friends, 3–4 boys of the same age. One of the boys, his friend, who was acting very smart pointed to me and said,

“****** get her, you deserve the youngest tonight”. He shoved the tall man whose name I learnt to be ****** towards me. He was unsure whether he wanted to do this and I lost no time to pull him to my cottage. Such customers were most sought after as in most cases they did not harass you and were way gentle than the regular street thugs that frequented the brothel.

“You have read Fountainhead?!”

He asked with wide eyes eyeing at the copy of a book I got two weeks back. I nodded and proceeded to undress. He stared at me with lust if I remember correctly and suddenly that expression changed into something else. He asked me to sit beside him and he started asking questions about me. I said things, about the slums and my father, and he kept pressing for more information. He could not believe that the daughter of a rickshaw puller would spend a fortune to get a book mail delivered from abroad.

He just set there and spoke about himself. That day was his first day in the job and hence the celebration in a ‘brothel’. But there was a guilt in him for having to pay money for sex.I wondered what was the source of the sudden guilt. I thought it could be the realization that there was a prostitute in the brothel who understood the moral dilemmas, ethics and principles of the world that belonged to the rich and the educated. But surprising me, he visited again a week after. Then he visited more frequently, always looking for me. And we talked all night. About his family, his father struggling with cancer and my life back in Purbabanga. Nasima became anxious as I was not earning her much. So he paid the balance to buy my company. Somebody paid for my company and not my body, and that realization made me feel for him in a different way. I was even bold enough to call it love but it would not take seconds to dismiss it. What right to love does a prostitute have? By now you must have predicted, one day he proposed and married me after a long fight with his family. I tried my best to fit in a society long forgotten. I had issues, pity, sympathy, even abhorrence from people for my past. But I moved on. I completed my education and am now teaching English in a government school. Right now, I am typing this answer from a tablet gifted to me by my daughter, sitting in the patio of our own house in a respectable neighborhood. I owe this future to my husband and that evening when he met me. *******, I hope you can read this answer from amidst the sky and know that I Love You.

What is an incident that changed your life?

How do you fight an enemy who is not afraid to die?

How do you fight an enemy who is not afraid to die? by Roland Bartetzko

Answer by Roland Bartetzko:

The ones that are not afraid to die are usually the first who will get killed in battle. It’s actually easier to fight against persons who are not afraid to die.

Let me explain: A good and experienced soldier is a careful one. And it’s not a shame to be careful on the battlefield! A careful soldier is very,very difficult to kill, whereas someone who is not afraid to die is often careless. Fear is a very important factor in combat. Too much of it is paralyzing, but the complete lack of it is also very harmful.

Chechen mujahideen giving “The One” signs

I saw that during my own time in combat. When I joined the Croatian forces in Bosnia I first felt pretty invulnerable and always wondered why everybody is taking cover and hiding out in the trenches all the time:”There’s no danger” that’s what I thought. I was lucky that I had some very good comrades who were patient with me and after the first battles I was starting to become a lot more careful (and afraid!) myself and started using the trenches all the time.

Then you have people like ISIS or similar groups. These people want to die.

Last year I interviewed several ISIS members for a study about radical Islam and one of these guys told me that he cried in anger after a battle-because he survived!

You often can see that these guys go to battle without taking any cover, just waiting for a bullet to kill them. They constantly shout”Allah u Akhbar” and lift their finger in the “The One!” sign (meaning “There is no God but Allah and Muhamad is his prophet”), because they believe that it’s very important what your last words and doings on this planet are. These kind of dedication might impress a less experienced adversary and can cause panic. But if these guys face well trained soldiers they will have a problem.

To fight them you simply stay calm and do your job.

How do you fight an enemy who is not afraid to die?

Do special forces and regular soldiers shoot at the heads of dead enemy soldiers or insurgents to verify if they are still alive?

Do special forces and regular soldiers shoot at the heads of dead enemy soldiers or insurgents … by Roland Bartetzko

Answer by Roland Bartetzko:

This is a big NO. No soldier would do that. You have to respect your enemy when he’s alive and also when he’s dead.

During my time in Bosnia and later in Kosovo we only made a quick inspection when we found a dead enemy soldier. You take their weapons, ammunition and radios, then you look for military ID’s and other documents which might contain valuable intel. If the enemy soldier is injured you give him first aid, water and a smoke, then you call a medic.

We usually left the dead bodies just where we found them. Then we retreated a little bit to give the enemy the possibility to recover their dead comrades themselves. This is much more practical than retrieving the dead bodies of the enemy yourself: This way the dead soldier is much quicker back with his family and they can bury him.

In Bosnia we once lost a comrade we couldn’t recover from the battlefield. The enemy took his remains. We then had to wait almost a year before his body was handed over to the Croatian military. This was a great burden for his family.

Now imagine this soldier comes back with a (post mortem) bullet in his head. Most countries do not use closed caskets during the funeral and if you’ve shot that guy in the head the whole funeral party will see it. This will make people angry, incite hatred and won’t help your cause.

Anyway, shooting enemy combatants in the head who seem dead and don’t resist is a war crime and this alone should refrain any normal person from doing such a thing.

Do special forces and regular soldiers shoot at the heads of dead enemy soldiers or insurgents to verify if they are still alive?