Make Everyone Dangerous
Everyone should learn how to punch.
Every man, woman, child.
Every disabled person.
Every crackhead.
Every preacher.
Every teacher.
Everyone should learn how to punch, kick, claw, elbow, knee, bite, grapple, and throw. Martial arts should be taught in school right beside math, history, geography, science, and art.
And not for the philosophy.
Not for the discipline.
Not for the health benefits.
But because if everyone knew how to fight, everyone would move through the world with caution.
Martial artists respect each other because they know exactly what they’re capable of — and what they’re not. You train long enough and you learn your strengths, your weaknesses, your blind spots. That’s the easy part.
The hard part is this:
you never know what the other person can do.
What if that old grandma is an absolute menace?
What if that teenage girl can fold you in half before you even blink?
What if that quiet accountant is a black belt with a temper?
You can’t just attack first — you’d have to stop and think:
Am I fit for this fight?
Do I have what it takes?
Do I really want to find out?
Guns level the playing field.
You might be good with a gun — but if I have one too, what does it matter? Skill doesn’t matter. Training doesn’t matter. All that matters is who fires first and who misses least.
And don’t even get me started on the guys at the range.
Rolling around in their tactical cosplay,
pretending to be Jason Bourne or John Wick.
But those guys aren’t real — and if they were,
they’d also be able to fight you, you fat fucks.
That’s the whole strategy of modern militaries:
Out-gun your enemy.
Make sure you have more bullets, more firepower, more everything.
You might get a few of us, but we’ll get more of you.
Hand-to-hand is different.
When it’s fist to face, knee to groin, shoulder to jaw… everything changes.
Because in that world, it’s not about the weapon —
it’s about who trained more.
Who spent more hours suffering.
Who has more grit, more skill, more experience bleeding for it.
You could outnumber us two to one.
Doesn’t matter.
If each one of us is worth four of you, the math flips fast.
And here’s the thing —
you don’t know who’s worth what until you start the fight.
So maybe… you don’t start it.
Maybe nobody does.
Because when everyone is dangerous,
everyone becomes respectful.
Fact check me.