Anybody recall that experiment where they raised the kitten in a world solely composed of vertical lines?Everything was measured vertically, and when it saw horizontally-oriented lines its brain couldn’t process it at all.
That’s what those ladies at the stabbing playground are like. First worlders are so estranged from death, it ceases to exist to them. They could watch a shitskin walk up, making stabbing gestures, and think to themselves “now what’s this fella doing? Some theatrics in the park? Is he doing a little dance? Interesting” right until the blade slips between their ribs.
That’s how blunted their instincts are, how coddled and farm-raised people have become. Their kitten minds have lived among the vertical lines to the point where they can’t even process the visual data when a horizontal line approaches.