And Then, Assisted Goodbye…

   I see from a brief glance at the ‘news’ on our televisual receiving device that the assisted death bill is up there again.
   May I humbly suggest that if this divisive billy is turned down and you really, really want to exit this mixed up, muddled up world wot you’re in, for reasons, there’s a simple way round a ‘no’ vote.
   Firstly, do a little research and locate the most criminally iffy area of the place wot where you live then, one fine mid evening, dress up smartly, roll up your sleeves so as to expose your posh wrist watch or gold bracelet, put your wallet, partly exposed, in your hip pocket, or handbag, dependent on your chosen pronoun, loosely hold your ‘smart’** phone in your hand and go for a wobbly walk in that iffy area. When, not if, when you’re confronted a naughty boy, offer pretend resistance to aggravate the confrontation and make the aggressor reach for their pointy stabby thingy. These daze, that should see you off pretty quickly. Bu-by.

**Addendumadodad: Again, watching the recent ‘news’ and what folk are doing with ‘em, it would seem smart phones will soon be rebranded as smut phones.

Quote: Anthony Liccione.

“These days, it's better to look poor and be safe, than look rich and be a victim.”