Too often had we discounted the power of children: their innocence, their beautiful naïvety, their powerful tiny fists.
“In closing,” said the counsel to the jury, “I just hope everybody in the courtroom can overlook the parts of the case where I started settings things on fire and browbeat a woman into a heart attack. And if you don’t I will personally come after you with an electric riding crop, SO HELP ME GOD.”
Violence is never the answer, except in self-defense. Or if the guy stole something from you. Or if he looks at you funny because he’s probably hitting on you, and that’s not cool. That’s gay.
“So long! So long!” she cried to the lonesome man standing on the platform, as the train pulled away, as she shot him.
Maniac Magee sure was a hoot to hang around with. Then the stabbings started.
The neon lights gently flickered on and off, playfully throwing shadows onto an empty night street, a detail lost on the LA riot mob.
We bid farewell to the veteran journalist as he left the offices, us on our knees and crying, him with his semiautomatic and laughing.
Stabby People with Knives is filmed live in front a studio audience and, sometimes, behind.
If you see abuse happening, say something. Maybe a joke, to lighten the mood a little.
