This is why I don't own a bar anymore. You get these guys coming in looking to fight, they aren't loud, etc. They do shit to egg people on. Maybe throw ice at someone. Not one piece, but constantly. Bump into people to make them drop drinks, etc.

As the owner, you always need to be the one to keep your cool. You always had to be polite in asking a complete asshole to leave. Then maybe one day, that guy sitting at the bar calling girls Caller Bobs as they walk past, won't leave and you need to remove him from the bar stool. He doesnt really fight you at this point, but he isnt cooperating either, he is looking at you like a serial killer. You finally get him off the bar stool, start pushing him out the door and as soon as you get him outside the door, he turns around and takes a swing at your face.

The maybe , just maybe, the neanderthal gene snaps and you grab the little shit by the throat and slam his head down on the car parked in front about 10 times while he says "stop...OK..stop" and you take about 5 more shots "to the ribs rock, to the ribs", as you then come back to earth, ask if he is OK, walk him down the street and maybe, just maybe you take one more shot right to his face, just as he did to start the issue.

Grab his wallet, take his ID, tell him it will be sent to him, thank him for the generous tip he just left the bartenders and make sure he is aware he is never allowed back in your bar again.

Of course, this story was told to me by some other bar owners and I don't believe any of it.

The victims are the American People and the Republic itself.