Here’s another reason, as if you needed one, to eschew tattoos: the FBI and several other bureaucracies are researching software that can identify us based on such markings.
I remain baffled about the popularity of “ink.” What, life isn’t painful enough? Worse, I recently read a novel in which one character, submitting to this barbarism, sees rags—plural—turning red from his blood after the guy wielding the needle wipes the spot he’s tattooing. Good gracious, and you pay for this?
Speaking of which, why is it that the poorer the person is, the more tattoos he sports? Ditto for overweight: the more excess pounds, the more tattoos. Sure, go ahead and call attention to your four chins with that garish and ghastly green snake writhing up your neck; otherwise, we might not notice your extra 300 pounds.
And, as a bonus, ink makes it easier for the police state to identify you. Worth all that money and pain, right?
(Thanks to Mark Luedtke for the link.)
10:35 am on June 6, 2016
