Today is a terrible day to get stabbed in Britain. I mean, assuming you want to live. Which, if you’re in Britain, may not be the correct assumption. Actually, I can understand the upside to suddenly seeing the quick glint of a blade and then a fade to black, with the comforting realization that you no longer need to waste time in that gray, vomit-encrusted hellhole they pretend is a civilized country. Plus, you know how the whole baby thing turned out, so, really, you’re not waiting around for anything else now. Come to think of it, you’re probably better off going out there to get stabbed today. The best part is, it won’t be very hard.
