The Steampunk World
So a mob of kids killed a guy, after he punched one of them because they threw an egg at him. The kids ranged from 10 to 18. They beat him with rakes, bats, folding chairs, and just about everything else they could find.
Dumbass.
Kids throw shit at me all the time. Most any neighborhood that has kids, has unattended kids. Many parents sit out on the porch and watch 'em but there are still roving gangs of little punks everywhere who, in order to impress the other snot-and-koolaid-mustached little punks, think it's funny to fling rocks and bottles at passing bicyclists. It doesn't just happen to me. The only reason I've escaped without stitches is that punkass little kids tend to have bad aim. They haven't learned to lead a target yet, like the Jonesboro grade-school killers had been taught to do. So what do I do when somebody throws shit at me? I get the hell out of there!
The logistics of taking on 16 people in a fight aside, what adult hasn't learned that if you fight with a minor, you get in a heap of trouble? I thought every man was taken aside at 18 and told, "listen, if you kick some kid's ass, no matter how much he deserves it, you will go to jail. From now on, you're a man, and you fight other men." Why, there were kids at my high school who had young adults just itching to beat their ass as soon as they turned 18. But the victim made his dumbass mistake #1 by deciding to fight with kids.
His second mistake was forgetting that all kids possess both the desire and the ability to kill. Think I'm wrong, and your little sweetheart is a darling angel? Watch what they do with bugs and frogs and anything else they can find. They kill them, in as many creative ways as possible. I once saw a group of kids come across a luna moth, as big as a handspan. They gasped in awe at its beauty and size. Then one of them stepped on it. Bugs usually get dismembered or suffocated. Larger creatures usually die from anal fireworks detonation. Ever seen a bunch of kids dunk a cat in gasoline and let it go and light the trail? Kids are evil, through and through, because "civilization" is nothing but the foreknowledge of consequence.
The only reason that more kids aren't murderers is that when they're little, they usually don't have the means to kill (unless they have access to guns) and once they get older, most of them figure out the consequences of killing somebody and reluctantly stifle their desire until one day somebody pushes them over the edge. Unless they're too poor to care, or too rich to be held accountable. Just look at Michael Skakel. A teenage Kennedy, American royalty, he beat a girl to death with a golf club (how fitting) because he knew he could get away with it- and he did. Why, he's not even the only KENNEDY to kill!
Of course, this poor fella didn't deserve to die for being stupid. Nobody does. But he had pride, cocky male arrogant pride, and that was his downfall. When I took Taekwondo, the first lesson they taught us was to run the fuck away whenever anybody wants to hurt you. It's served me well many a time. Think I'm a wuss? Well, I'm a living wuss. An old fella once told me why he stopped barfighting- because he realized that dying with a broken bottle in your gut on a nasty tavern floor is a stupid, stupid way to die.
And so is being beat to death with a folding chair by 10-year-olds because you couldn't just let it go when one of them threw an egg at you.
Dumbass.
Kids throw shit at me all the time. Most any neighborhood that has kids, has unattended kids. Many parents sit out on the porch and watch 'em but there are still roving gangs of little punks everywhere who, in order to impress the other snot-and-koolaid-mustached little punks, think it's funny to fling rocks and bottles at passing bicyclists. It doesn't just happen to me. The only reason I've escaped without stitches is that punkass little kids tend to have bad aim. They haven't learned to lead a target yet, like the Jonesboro grade-school killers had been taught to do. So what do I do when somebody throws shit at me? I get the hell out of there!
The logistics of taking on 16 people in a fight aside, what adult hasn't learned that if you fight with a minor, you get in a heap of trouble? I thought every man was taken aside at 18 and told, "listen, if you kick some kid's ass, no matter how much he deserves it, you will go to jail. From now on, you're a man, and you fight other men." Why, there were kids at my high school who had young adults just itching to beat their ass as soon as they turned 18. But the victim made his dumbass mistake #1 by deciding to fight with kids.
His second mistake was forgetting that all kids possess both the desire and the ability to kill. Think I'm wrong, and your little sweetheart is a darling angel? Watch what they do with bugs and frogs and anything else they can find. They kill them, in as many creative ways as possible. I once saw a group of kids come across a luna moth, as big as a handspan. They gasped in awe at its beauty and size. Then one of them stepped on it. Bugs usually get dismembered or suffocated. Larger creatures usually die from anal fireworks detonation. Ever seen a bunch of kids dunk a cat in gasoline and let it go and light the trail? Kids are evil, through and through, because "civilization" is nothing but the foreknowledge of consequence.
The only reason that more kids aren't murderers is that when they're little, they usually don't have the means to kill (unless they have access to guns) and once they get older, most of them figure out the consequences of killing somebody and reluctantly stifle their desire until one day somebody pushes them over the edge. Unless they're too poor to care, or too rich to be held accountable. Just look at Michael Skakel. A teenage Kennedy, American royalty, he beat a girl to death with a golf club (how fitting) because he knew he could get away with it- and he did. Why, he's not even the only KENNEDY to kill!
Of course, this poor fella didn't deserve to die for being stupid. Nobody does. But he had pride, cocky male arrogant pride, and that was his downfall. When I took Taekwondo, the first lesson they taught us was to run the fuck away whenever anybody wants to hurt you. It's served me well many a time. Think I'm a wuss? Well, I'm a living wuss. An old fella once told me why he stopped barfighting- because he realized that dying with a broken bottle in your gut on a nasty tavern floor is a stupid, stupid way to die.
And so is being beat to death with a folding chair by 10-year-olds because you couldn't just let it go when one of them threw an egg at you.
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