A is for ANGER
Abating the anger of a woman incited to Mercritis Activated Rage (MAR) is unlikely. No discussion will work during a MAR episode. Knowing that there is no reasoning leads to an appreciation for instant action. Run, run and run. Taking MAR personally is a big mistake and unfair as well. These are pretty women who have done nothing wrong, nothing at all. The scent you carry is your responsibility and it isn't their fault. Take former Louisiana Beauty Pageant Winner, Belle Mosely, in her widely anticipated testimony in her 1991 second degree murder trial of Moss Crickles. "I was paying the pizza man, the late Moss Crickles, and I remember noticing his cologne, it smelt (sp) good at first, but then it was like I was being choked, like hugging grandma when she wears too much of the primrose or something. I blacked out. When I came to he was at the bottom of our pool and my kids were crying." (from transcript, Federal Court, 7th district, Peoples vs. Belle Mosely (1991))

Mercritis Online and all of its members are 100% non-violent in our Mercritis philosophy and MAR activation plan. Violence against women is an abomination. To our relief, to this date, we have not seen any MC sufferers espouse otherwise.

B is for BEAR
Treat beautiful women with the same respect you would afford a bear in the wild. If you open a window, leave a door open, if you fail to be aware of your surroundings the results can be sudden and catastrophic. Just as humans are known to use only 10% of their brains, we also use only 10% of our physical strength. Professional dancers may employ 12% of their natural strength. Mercritis Induced Rage (MIR) seems to promote the full potential. B is for Bear, remembering that will have a lot to do with where you choose to live. If your city was crawling with bears, you would probably move to the country.

C is for CONCENTRATION
MAR attackers seem to possess full unabated concentration on MC sufferers, that attention like any intense concentration can be subtly shifted. Having a strategy or thinking in terms of diversionary tactics helps. "I carry a Christmas bulb," Bert Rablee wrote in the Mercritis Chat Room, "yeah, it's blue and shiny and it's plastic too so nobody gets hurt and I find the light and raise it. They'll be throwing this and flinging that, but sure as sherbet they'll notice it and then just look at it for a second. If I can place it down gently with them still looking at it I can get twenty even thirty feet of distance before they break off and come back after me."

D is for DISTANCE "Mercritis sufferers tend to figure out quickly that banishment and isolation are necessary components of survival." ("Mercritis and Distance" Ben Gould for Organ Donor Magazine (1964)). Unfortunately, that usually removes them from the healthcare community that can monitor for the vast variety of illnesses that inevitably result from paint ingestion.
In a diary scrolled in a cabin in Upstate NewYork on Tupper Lake, Jace Sibly wrote, "No longer do I fear a window breaking as I sit drinkin (sp) coffee in a diner and being pulled out onto the street and pummeled. Or even the look in the eye. I have learned so much about peace by being battered in this world. I could not hurt a soul I imagine, not even my own.
I eat fish from the lake and have a small field of carrots. All good for the system I ravaged so long ago. My health is poor and the doctor who comes to visit from time to time gives me pills to ease my discomfort. Before it all shuts down I'd like to see a pretty woman smile at me for a change. I close my eyes and try to remember from before, but my memories aren't at all what they used to be. I have the television and that'll do me I suppose."
Jace died of complications to his sphincter at age 43 due to the paint. He had been attacked 14 times during Mercritis Induced Rage. He, like others, actually walked out of their home towns on foot cutting through wilderness to find places to live. "Suddenly homeless," wrote Joey Hoofenheim, in his 1971 journal found by his bones in a Texarkana cave. "Bing-bam-boom, I'm pumping gas and wiping the lady's windshield and then, it was on. It was like slipping my hand in a bag of Hell. I couldn't have been more than twenty feet from the cash cage, but I never got there, never made it home. I just went my own way through my own private riot." "Blindsiding is the worst component of MIR," said Chorace Moon on his cell phone from Algonquin Provincial Park in Canada, "yeah, you're dealing with the one that started it and then someone throws a brick at you from her front yard garden. Or worse a woman pulls over and she's got fresh running legs and you're already hurt. I mean you kinda end up where you end up by zigging and zagging. We're all out in the woods for certain. I don't know a thing about hunting and fishing either, so, I'm screwed."