Readers of my blog would have noticed that I've stepped on the gas of late. That's because the heat is on, I got h*ts out on me from white clowns, idiots, and also from one who I would rate as one of the top-five most dangerous men in the country, a “so-called professional” uhmm... you-know-what. My pursuers are all psychopaths in varying degrees, cooked. As so often previously stated, I fight my wars alone. And so we play the game of survival of the adequately fit and beyond.
No details (and no persecution complex this) the other day I got electrocuted. 5mm-thick steel cord, it burnt my right arm (from the right hand upwards, the shoulder joint was the worst part) so hard I could smell the stench of burning death. It was bloody painful for a few hours. I had to wrest my hand from the contact because high-current electricity also creates a STRONG MAGNETIC contact with the body (we're 70-80% water, you know), i.e: you must PULL yourself off the contact else... you just die. Notwithstanding my inbuilt high pain-threshold I screamed bloody murder for at least a few minutes. I watched the moisture bubble and frazzle on that live cable directly afterwards but was just so happy to be okay, NAZNAROVA!!!
If your kid had made contact with that cable (or worse, got entangled) I can guarantee you that he/she would have been finished.
This was a set up. No details. A close shave (should I be telling you this?)
Hence the expletives on this blog a few days ago.