Can’t have a pocket knife, have to use certain words, forced to show favoritism based on invalid factors.
I don’t recall how old I was. Grade School/Grammar School age. Probably 8 years or so. My parents presented me with a pocket knife. It was kind of like a minor ‘coming of age’ moment. There were the usual exhortations about being careful & not losing it.
How dreadful that boys are evidently prevented from carrying them now. Oh, forgot—boys aren’t even supposed to be boys any more. The elite shills for hell have sure done their jobs well toward destroying cultures, values & nations.
May God have mercy on those remaining of good heart.