If only they knew how many hours he’s spent debating Eddie Bravo over the question of flat earth.

And yet, they somehow manage to remain friends even though they vehemently disagree on such a fundamental issue.

Amazing what is possible when two men know if it really mattered they’d fight to the death over it and neither one of them give nearly enough shits to die over such silly arguments.

That’s the real problem with the pussification of the culture. Men know how to fight without crossing the line. They know the difference between hurt feelings and risking death. They know that if they impose their will via force they are risking their own death even if they are the biggest baddest mother fucker in the room. The biggest baddest mother fucker can’t beat an entire group of men that all decide they don’t like being told what to do or think.

The ancient philosophers were right to mix combat sports with intellectual debate.