“Videogames make people violent!”
“What?” I replied, distracted from two fingers of the finest scotch by a pronouncement of such gobsmacking stupidity it took my breath away.
“Videogames! With all their shooting and exploding and so on. They’re desensitising people!”
He seemed to really be into what he was saying, spittle flying from his mouth, the thousand-yard-stare of the Priest or the Imam flaring from his eyes like a laser beam.
A sip of the scotch and I gave him my most withering of looks. “Apart from you of course…”
“What?” He spluttered.
“Well, obviously you’ve looked into these games for yourself. Otherwise you couldn’t make such a pronouncement. Yes?”
He nodded vigorously. “Filth! Depravity! Gore! Bloodshed! Crime and prostitution! It’s all fodder to these game makers!”
“Yet… you wouldn’t consider yourself to be a violent man?”
“Oh no, not at all.”
“But you’ve examined these games, played them, to come to your conclusion?”
“Right then, shut the fuck up. You know what makes people violent? Patronising arseholes who don’t rate anyone else as having the intelligence or testicular fortitude they do.”
I finished the scotch.
And glassed him.