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I don't think I've ever felt so emotional about a news story. I'm not ginger, nor do I know these people, but the story did make me think about how I would react if I was one of the kids, seeing as I carry a penknife when I go out. I probably wouldn't use the knife though. I'm not one for getting violent unless seriously provoked. But even then I probably wouldn't use the knife. I prefer to threaten than to actually do what it looks like I will do. In fact, I'd probably get into the van which I'm insured to drive, and not actually run them over or hit them with it, but scare the sh-- out of them with it, by driving close to them very fast, or getting one in front of the van, dipping the clutch and revving the engine high (the van won't move because the clutch is dipped). I did that to a schoolkid once. I was trying to get into Norwich, when he crossed the road on a green light (for me), then he stood in front of the van and started doing something retarded, so I revved the engine loud with the clutch dipped. He stopped his retarded moves, but stayed in the road. So I did it again, but this time I quickly raised the clutch a tiny bit, so that the van jerked forward a tiny bit. Then he ran for his life towards the school.
Anyway, your thoughts on this story?
I don't think I've ever felt so emotional about a news story. I'm not ginger, nor do I know these people, but the story did make me think about how I would react if I was one of the kids, seeing as I carry a penknife when I go out. I probably wouldn't use the knife though. I'm not one for getting violent unless seriously provoked. But even then I probably wouldn't use the knife. I prefer to threaten than to actually do what it looks like I will do. In fact, I'd probably get into the van which I'm insured to drive, and not actually run them over or hit them with it, but scare the sh-- out of them with it, by driving close to them very fast, or getting one in front of the van, dipping the clutch and revving the engine high (the van won't move because the clutch is dipped). I did that to a schoolkid once. I was trying to get into Norwich, when he crossed the road on a green light (for me), then he stood in front of the van and started doing something retarded, so I revved the engine loud with the clutch dipped. He stopped his retarded moves, but stayed in the road. So I did it again, but this time I quickly raised the clutch a tiny bit, so that the van jerked forward a tiny bit. Then he ran for his life towards the school.
Anyway, your thoughts on this story?
> seeing as I carry a penknife when I go out. I probably wouldn't
> use the knife though. I'm not one for getting violent unless
> seriously provoked.
Are you in danger of being assaulted by scum every time you step outside your front door or something. If you ever use that thing there'll be no sympathy in court. Penknives are not illegal to carry, but I'm guessing you know that.
The story itself is quite remarkable, almost unbelievable. Persecuted for having ginger hair. What. Then again, thinking about it, it's not so different to being targeted for having dark skin, the only difference being racism usually has a social/political element to its prejudice. Being hated for having ginger hair, actually, that's got to be one of the dumbest things I've ever heard.
Oh dear...
> Are you in danger of being assaulted by scum every time you step
> outside your front door or something. If you ever use that thing
> there'll be no sympathy in court. Penknives are not illegal to
> carry, but I'm guessing you know that.
Actually, I don't carry it for self-defense or anything like that, but that won't stop me using it for something like that. I actually carry it just in case I need it for whatever reason - opening bottles, cutting things etc.
I think the pinkish undertones of the ginger-types are fabulous really. Very Molly Ringwald-esque.