I used to be a pacifist. I was robbed at gunpoint in my home in the middle of the night, And I told them to take anything they wanted, but they stabbed my girlfriend anyway.

I was no longer a pacifist. She was cooperating, she was quiet, none of us were armed, but one of those wannabe thuglets still put a knife into her arm.

I was unable to continue rationalizing pacifism if it meant the people around me got hurt. I took that kids eye out with my bare hand and tore the door off my stove ragdolling his friend.

Violence doesn’t solve many problems, but it’s one of the only things that can solve violence. I don’t regret using violence to protect the people I care about.