“how many chimpanzees can dance on the head of a pin?!”
A guy carried a flick knife into my class the other day. He sat next to me and set it down on the desk as I had done with my phone and packet of mixed fruit mentos. “Why the f**k have you got a flick knife!” I lambasted, assertive with my tone as I count the guy as a friend of mine, oh and because he had a f***ing flick knife!
His excuse was that he mostly he just uses it as a tool. I was dumbfounded, “A tool!” I couldn’t help but shout, “What do you mean a tool? Do you bring unsliced salami in to university or something? Do you carry it in the off chance of encountering a cheeseboard with no means of cutting a slim slice of cheddar?”
Apparently it was neither of these two things and frankly he looked confused. He told me that where he lives is not a great part of town and he might need it on his way to or from uni. Being from the ghetto of St Margrets I completely empathized with him. Oh wait no I didn’t! What did he expect would happen if someone tried to rob him with a knife? Would he pull out his own blade, then what? Would they duel? A gory shank battle till what? One parties death!? Surely as a society we are past this aren’t we? isn’t that why we have the police, so that there’s no need for vigilante knife wielding crime stoppers.
This is exactly comparable to the current attitudes regarding the debate on needing guns for protection. I’ll leave that battleground to Pierce Morgan’s twitter which is currently fighting the good fight (though at this precise moment it’s sidetracked with getting angry at David Beckham. Something I wholeheartedly disagree with in every circumstance).