“I can’t believe my friend recommended your site. Okay maniac, you posit the knife as a defensive weapon, and my experience as a police officer has proven it to be an offensive weapon. Might you address my experience honestly?”

-David Duke’s Boyfriend

Certainly, Officer.

I am sure your experience is real, and that when you try and arrest a man for your masters and he in his mind is defending himself with his knife, that you, in your mind, see his defensive action as an attack on an officer of the ZOG Matrix. In such a case both of you have framed yourselves as the moral defender, he of himself and you of society. However, I examine such things biomechanically and behaviorally, with no concern for your or his dignity or morality. My examination of 1,675 acts of violence documented via interviews between May 1996 and June 2000 showed that roughly 70% of knife, shank, razor and sword use was offensive [with shanks almost entirely offensive and swords mostly defensive] with 28% defensive and 2% mutual combat, or duels. Even with mutual combats, there is a defender and an aggressor, determined biomechanically, as the initiator of contact. In case you are a boxing fab, look at it this way, every time Mike Tyson defended his heavyweight title he did so as the behavioral and biomechanical attacker. On the aggression scale, when examining action, I bump aggression like so:

-Moral aggression is trumped by

-Behavioral aggression, which is trumped by

-Biomechanical aggression

I have prevented dozens of attacks from going to contact by getting a knife into my hand, not brandishing it, but getting it ready in the unseen hand. On every such occasion I broke at least one Maryland Law.

But that is not the reason why I sometimes carry a knife as I have discouraged attacks with the same method using pens, razors, canes, sticks and umbrellas and ground litter.

My staying free of contact with hoodrats is not worth me going to prison under your supervision.

Nothing is worth arrest, not my grandchildren, not my worn out ball sack, not my misspent life, nothing.

I will not be arrested so long as I have a knife.

I carry a knife for two eventualities, usually as a backup weapon, in case:

1. I have been overrun, put down and am in danger of being stomped out by the urban thugs whom you protect from my defensive agency by harassing me and insuring that I am either disarmed or punished for being armed.

2. So after I manage to cut my way out of such a situation as described above [a situation which can only occur where I have been banned from strapping on a sword or bowie knife as a defensive measure as I mind my own business], so that I can defend against the arresting officer, who seeks to take away my dignity and humanity by chaining me up and throwing me in a cage. I’m thinking, if I’m on the ground, when the cop shows up, I’d drag him down into the gut pile with my left hand and stab-ripcut his inner thigh or groin, then use him as a human shield to get close enough to the next pig to do an effective charge, preferably entering the subclavian cavity above the vest, heart and collar bone and dish-slicing around the neck and detaching the sternomastoid muscle and opening the windpipe. I think that would earn me an impromptu firing squad.

Thank you, Officer, for rebooting my most common combat visualization.

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