Comes to us, via Wirecutter's blog, the happy tale of adolescent angst that induced some accident of breeding to give himself a chainsaw haircut. Because of a video game.
Some may come over all sad at the news.
On the contrary, we are heartily amused and encouraged.
Any kid who could be induced to commit suicide via chainsaw because of a video game, proves the worth of distributing exactly that sort of video game to kids, as a service to the species. They should, in fact, be bundled with chainsaws in the toy department.
Like kids past the age of 6 who manage to blow their heads off with pa's pistol, there's very little chance that some budding Mozart or Einstein was ever one of the casualties.
Some kids will play hopscotch in a minefield, despite the signage, and the best thing for humanity is to let 'em. Second best would frequently be to send their parents in after them, if they don't off themselves by parking on railroad crossings or driving across 15' deep rain-swollen flash-flood creeks first.
The biggest problem with progress in modern life is the dearth of enough saber-tooth tigers presently to cull the herd like it needs, so anything handy will have to suffice.
I'd stop short of giving live grenades to babies, but being left alone in a locked room with one for half an hour should be a graduation test for middle school, to a certainty.
Gotta go now; I'm trying to find out what video game that was, whether there's an American version, and how much it will cost to donate one to every local public library.
Philanthrophy and misanthropy are not always diametrically opposed.