Let's go down your imaginary rabbit hole even further, shall we, garnabby?
Sure, why not?
I was one of the bullies in junior high who snapped my towel at the nerds in the shower; hell, I even locked one weak specimen in his locker on occasion.
Back when the blacks rioted in Plainfield I was up on the roof of the liquor store, passing bandoliers of ammo to the owner and his sons as they did all they could to protect their business from the hordes of black assholes trying to steal that which was not theirs: we collected a shit-load of nappy scalps.
Deifinitely not a "nice guy:" more like a disenchanted asshole with an attitude.
"Know thyself" said the long-dead philosopher.
Wicked world.