At times, whether through great rage or impossible passion, I allow my temper to flare. It overrides my better judgement and catapults the reason from my perspective, forcefully seizing the helm of my consciousness, degrading my sociability and devolving me into a simple brute driven solely by instinct. Of course, this perfectly captures the essence of the moment for every Man that's undergone a horrendously stressful experience. To eschew ones faculties of higher thought and logical examination is the peak of folly. Yet, should a person, a Man in particular, consider himself above violence as a whole, he risks prancing into the ranks of the effete intellectuals populating our disgusting society in the modern age. As a great Strongman once said, any Man who can fit into skinny jeans is a Woman, which is a belittling insult inward and outward, as I know several Women who squat well over 300 pounds, and proudly own thighs that would obliterate the fragile denim encasing with one mig...