People die from splinters. Splinters kill.
I assume we have all had them. When I was a child and got a little, tiny piece of wood under my skin my mother would be forced to remove it in the face of my squirming and screaming at the torture. Now if I get one I usually dig it out myself, or if it is too awkward, I have someone else do it with no drama. Maturity does wonders.
Still, people do die from splinters.
We are all different. We respond differently. Our hygiene and immune systems are different. The probability of infection is a big issue. There are so many weird bugs out there. They all seem to be out to live off of us even if it kills us in the process. What do we do?
Should we mandate a national program to prevent splinters? We could have inspectors going around looking for objects that might make a hole in us. We could have subsidies for varnishes and paints to cover over dangerous surfaces. We could require a daily inspection in elementary school to make sure that the innocent children are not at risk. Maybe home visits to insure that parents are keeping the home environment safe. Perhaps we could require the purchase of splinter insurance by anyone wishing to leave their home.
Or maybe we could just learn to remove them and wash the wound. It is something called personal responsibility. Sorry, I know those are obscene words in some circles.
Be alert. The world is out to get you. Don’t give it any help.
homo unius libri
Saturday, January 6, 2024
Opus 2024-007: Killer Splinters
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