a drunk with nunchucks is probably more likely to knock himself out or break some fingers than anything else. even someone proficient in their use would be a danger to themself using them while drunk. i'm a danger to myself with them period. hah, reminds me of the time i seen a guy lose a lot of blood and nearly a finger while trying to show of his leet butterfly knife skills.
and Orph, i don't know too much about dr. spocks methods, but "they must be permitted to express themselves" has a fairly familiar ring to it. roughly translated as 'we're going to bring up a pair of spoiled little brats that think they can do what they like all their lives'. not that i'm against individuality, but is teaching children how to express themselves acceptably such a bad thing?
things really started going pear-shaped in schools here when they banned the belt*. i was no angel at school, but i never done anything with the intention of being a bad person. the time i set the little girls hair on fire was an accident. honest. but mostly getting into trouble for playing the fool out of bordom. i knew the consequencies, and had to be prepared to accept them. but i also knew there was a line that had to be drawn, because in special cases, the teachers were allowed to call on the services of one of their larger, hairier, slighty more skilled in the art collegues. a frightening enough prospect to keep 99.9% of the pupils (myself included) from going too overboard.
is it just not 'cool' these days to be a nice person? but hmm, don't ask one of those townies/scallies/neds/whatever that, or you'll get done over.
*the belt was normally a pliant leather strap about 18 inches long, 2 inches across, 1/4 inch thick, with the end 6-10 inches cut into three long tails. the recipient would stand with both arms streached out in front, hand over hand, palms facing up. oh, and fingers together. (cant have a misguided swing taking a finger of now, can we?) good ol' Teach would stand directly facing the perpitrator of whatever terrible crime had been commited, and place the thonged end of the belt on their palms. shuffle back slightly, untill the distance was just right for a full over head swing of the belt (some even had names) to arc perfectly onto the waiting palms. there was a maximum limit of six lashes. though the minimum time limit between seperate punishments was never clearly defined. i think they had to let you have a seat for a little while between them. it never really got that bad for me.
that is, unless i've supressed more horrible memories than i care to remember.
anyways, "BRING BACK THE BELT FOR SOCIAL REFORM!!!"
and maybe national service. and and and ......public floggings. and... uhm.....yeah, you know. 