We all have those days. The day in which, NOT using the blunt object on idiot skull is a choice that must be made, over and over again.
It is a shame we can’t warn the unsuspecting “happy people” of the world that today the SheCarnavor is looking to leave scars. In the animal kingdom flashing canines does it, a low growl, ears flicked back sends the herd scrambling out of a shebeast’s way.
Civilization, political correctness, appropriate behavior – these straight-jackets our society requires handicap the people who cling to them most. They become even more obviously clueless when a fully armed she-predator is having a bad day.
Yesterday was that day for me. I'm proud to report that no idiot blood was spilt, at least none that will be found. I watch CSI ya know.