I tend to disagree with violence but the feeling that you get from watching a righteous but violent act is mildly enjoyable. There must be something chemical in it. I know violence is wrong and I would rather people didn’t but when something like the following happens it is hard not to feel that violence was justified (I still believe it was not, but understand it)
I was in a convenience store the other day and an obnoxious customer was arguing with the owner about something, I can’t recall what, but then this costumer started to spout racist crap, saying “You ragheads are all alike” and other abusive crap. Then this young twenty something jock type, walks up to the abusive jerk and lands a quick left hook on the side of his jaw, and says “say the fucking words raghead one more time and you’ll get another one.” I left before the inevitable fight ensued, but it is hard not to think that the ass deserved it.
Another example of this I saw about a year ago.
A young guy was sitting on the bus with his backpack on the seat next to him, when an old guy gets on. The old guy asks the kid to move his bag, and the kid gives nim a snide look, an leaves the bag where it is. The old guy stands patiently until the next stop and when the bus doors open the old guy grabs the kids pack and throws it off the bus. The kid jumps off to get his bag yelling at the old guy and the driver closes the door and drives away.
Both incidents are probably not the wisest way to deal with things but why does a story like this trigger some sort of positive emotional response when we know violence is wrong?