Mad Sweeney :
Simplest Trick in The World.
Shadow Moon :
How'd you do it?
Shadow Moon :
Tell you what.
I'll fight you for it.
Shadow Moon :
Yeah?
Yeah.
Ahh.
Come on.
Shadow Moon :
I'm not fighting you.
Mad Sweeney :
Real gold, if you're wondering.
Win or lose, and you're gonna lose.
It's yours if you fight me.
Mr. Wodin'sday :
He said he doesn't want to fight you.
Mad Sweeney :
Come on.
Big fella like you?
Who'd have thought you'd be a fucking coward?
(SNIFFING)
Whiff of death on the page.
(CHUCKLING, SNORT)
Laura Moon.
Oh.
Is Is this your old lady's obituary?
*SMACK*
She was a fine piece of -
!!THUMP!!
Mad Sweeney :
Hey, everybody!
There's gonna be a lesson learned!
Watch this.
(GRUNT)
(PANTING)
Atta boy.
Now you're fighting for the joy of it.
For the sheer unholy fookin' delight of it!
Raah!
(SHOUTING)
Raah!
Ha ha ha ha ha!
Can you feel, The Joy rising in your veins
like The sap in The Springtime?
Shadow Moon :
We're done.
Mad Sweeney :
It ain't over till I say it is.
Raah!
“ My daughter used to be really irritated about that because she, like most people, was the target of feminine conspiratorial bullying at one. . . She’s no pushover, my daughter.
So it wasn’t like this was a continual thing or that she didn’t know what to do about it.
But she had observed these girls conspiring against her and blackening her name on Facebook, which is part and parcel of the typical female bullying routine, which is often reputation demolition.
There’s a good literature on that. And then she’d watch what would happen if my son would have a dispute with his friends.
And maybe they were drinking, and there was a dispute. They’d have a fight, and the next day they were friends again.
That’s another thing that’s strange is that men have a way of bringing a conflict to a head and resolving it.
And it isn’t obvious to me that women have that same, perhaps you might call it, LUXURY.
But it’s also the case that men don’t know what to do when they get into a conflict with a woman.
Because what the hell are you supposed to DO?
Mostly what you’re supposed to do is AVOID it...”
- Peterson
‘Gilgamesh has gone into the marriage-house and shut out the people. He does strange things in Uruk, the city of great streets. At the roll of the drum work begins for the men, and work for the women.
Gilgamesh the king is about to celebrate marriage with the Queen of Love, and he still demands to be first with the bride, the king to be first and the husband to follow, for that was ordained by the gods from his birth, from the time the umbilical cord was cut. But now the drums roll for the choice of the bride and the city groans.’
At these words Enkidu turned white in the face. ‘I will go to the place where Gilgamesh lords it over the people, I will challenge him boldly, and I will cry aloud in Uruk, ”I have come to change the old order, for I am the strongest here.’”
Now Enkidu strode in front and the woman followed behind. He entered Uruk, that great market, and all the folk thronged round him where he stood in the street in strong-walled Uruk. The people jostled; speaking of him they said,
‘He is the spit of Gilgamesh.’
‘He is shorter.’
‘He is bigger of bone.’
‘This is the one who was reared on the milk of wild beasts.
His is the greatest strength.’
The men rejoiced:
‘Now Gilgamesh has met his match.
This great one, this hero whose beauty is like a god, he is a match even for Gilgamesh.’
'Kick his ass!'
In Uruk the bridal bed was made, fit for the Goddess of Love.
The bride waited for the bridegroom, but in the night Gilgamesh got up and came to the house.
Then Enkidu stepped out, he stood in the street and blocked the way.
Mighty Gilgamesh came on and Enkidu met him at the gate.
He put out his foot and prevented Gilgamesh from entering the house, so they grappled, holding each other like bulls.
They broke the doorposts and the walls shook, they snorted like bulls locked together.
They shattered the doorposts and the walls shook.
Gilgamesh bent his knee with his foot planted on the ground and with a turn Enkidu was thrown.
Then immediately his fury died.
When Enkidu was thrown he said to Gilgamesh,
‘There is not another like you in The World.
Ninsun, who is as strong as a wild ox in the byre, she was the mother who bore you, and now you are raised above all men, and Enlil has given you the kingship, for your strength surpasses the strength of men.’
So Enkidu and Gilgamesh embraced and their friendship was sealed.
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