Which Reminds Me

Yes, that is a heavy expectation that you are throwing upon me, that I am always going to be so sweet and nice to you, always walk the extra mile, always give you my coat if you ask, and never complain, never put up my dukes in self-defense, never resist the devil's oppressive demands, so that you never have to admit any mistake. Obviously you don't care what happens to me, you could not care less about whether or not I may be swallowed by this one-red-eyed amoebic dirt monster that is peeking over the ledge to watch the commotion. Philosophically speaking, at what point does it become fair to return these one-way punches? This is a question to which the answer is not clear. And then there is war. And if you must have war, well, war is war.