But

When I was growing up, there was a theory.

That a guy needed his butt whooped to truly be a man.

His arse need kicked.

It was just a rite of passage.

And you could mostly tell, from their actions and/or attitude, whether said kickage had taken place in their lives.

It, to me, is a measure of character. Of respect.

There's a lack of respect these days. Particularly self-respect. Self-pride is off the charts. But self-respect is in a recession at best.

That person needs their whoopin'!

I suppose I still say that today.

As a man of peace, this is more a fleeting thought in a glimmer of flame.

I don't really say it.

I'm a pacifist, man. 

Truly.

Peace. Love. All that ess.

Next time, though, you see someone acting a fool, remember my wisdom.

It really eliminates 99% of your outrage.

Should you have any. 

As a man of peace (have I said that yet?), I have a little (out)rage.

Yang to my yin, as they say (no one says that). 

Have I told you I'm going for absurd?

Nailed it.