People seem to figure out all the ways they can be oppressed, all the ways they can be victimized, just so they can have some kind of status.
Once upon a time, a guy cams walking toward me opening a switchblade. I positioned my walking stick (it used to be a fashion statement, but now is a utility) in a way that caused him to pause. I said to him — yes, really — “Go ahead, make my day,” That’s when he realized I was planning to take out one of his eyes. If you’re coming at me with a knife, I have no reason to be nice to you. He folded up the knife, turned around, and walked away.
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