On Proportional Responses
When I was 5 years old, there was a little boy about my age that would punch me in the nose. He never said a word to me, I had no idea who he was. He would just walk up, punch me in the nose and run off.
I don't think it was a crush gone terribly wrong.
The first time it happened, I told my dad. My dad told me that I would have to handle it myself (with the hindsight of adulthood, I realize now that he couldn't very well go out and beat up a kindergartner for me). Soooooo, anyway, the next two times this obnoxious kid walked up I did try to talk to him. I DID try to make a friend out of him.
Without saying a single word, he would punch me in the nose and run off.
The fourth time this serial nose-puncher walked up, though...I snatched up a two-by-four laying on the lawn and - without saying a word - I clocked him. BLAM, laid him out on the front lawn. The little bully went running off after I went inside to tell my parents what I'd done (my dad, in a very bemused way, was rather proud of me after he determined that I hadn't killed the little snot - mom was pretty much appalled all the way around).
The point is, the nasty little gnome never bothered me or came near me or even looked at me again. Overwhelming, aggressive force and superior weaponry had convinced him of the error of his ways.
Moral of the story: If you can't make a friend out of an enemy, then whack the bastid on the head with a mighty 2x4.
Reason for the story: GO ISRAEL! Break out the adult version of a 2x4 and clock the bastiges.