blog nr 50

Today I want a fighter. Someone who fights for me. Not in the sense that he doesn't have me, cause he does, but in the sense that he'll join a barfight, fight club or the army if needed to rescue me or defend me. I'm a pacifist, but surely I want to be worthy a fight if necessary. Its the chivalry of it, I guess, that gives a fist in the face a certain grace. Am I being oldfashion today? Guess so. Loosing principles? debatable.