What Is It?:
A sharp, metallic disc of Indian origin used as both a melee and throwing weapon.
Who’s Used It?:
Why Am I Not Cool Enough To Carry It?:
Because you’re not a Warrior-Fuckin’-Princess.
Oh yeah, and because you’d probably cut your own damn fingers off the moment you put your hands on a chakram.
That’s all besides the point though.
Like seemingly everything Indian in origin, I think of a chakram as being one of the most blatantly hipster-y and silly weapons I could imagine a person of the Western world to carry.
Well, outside of an Atari 2600 controller at least…
Seriously man, when you sit down and really think about it, a chakram is a pretty fuckin’ goofy weapon to walk around with.
I mean, who the fuck wants to walk around with their bad-ass Xena weapon, only to have everyone around you thinking that you’re some hippie/hipster heading to the park to go play so Ultimate Frisbee with the bro’s?
Functionally, I guess a chakram makes some sense as a self defense weapon, being that it’s made of metal and could very easily be used to brain someone without any sort of technical ability.
Then again, virtually every practical application it holds as a weapon go flying out the fuckin’ window the moment you even think of throwing it.
Xena was a Grecian Warrior-Fuckin’-Princess.
Her superhuman powers were many and varied, ranging everywhere from a lesbianic conversion aura, to a magical, and intensely demoralizing battle cry:
On top of all this though, her amazing chakram (no idea how she got that all the way from India) handling skills allowed her to “boomerang” the weapon and have it return to after every throw.
What I’m trying to say is:
The entire point of having a chakram, is to hurl it at stupid bitches like a bloodthirsty Warrior-Fuckin’-Princess.
It’s not a self-defense weapon, it’s a bladed metal wrecking machine that’s meant to be planted in people’s brains for the purposes of one’s own amusement; typically while screaming like a fuckin’ banshee she-devil.
Unfortunately, unless you happen to be bred from warrior and/or royal stock, chances are you lack the ability to throw a chakram with any sort of accuracy.
Oh yeah, and unless you’ve got Harlem Globetrotters-esque ball/metal hoop twirling skills, once again; you’re likely to lose some fingers in the process.
While it may not be a chakram, here is a visual representation of you, trying to throw and/or recover your goddamn “counter-culture hoop weapon,” AKA chakram:
Basically, if anyone tried to start shit with you and your chakram, you’d probably chuck the damn thing at their head, and like a chump; you’d miss by a country mile and end up looking absolutely pathetic in the process.
We’re talkin’, Star Wars Kid pathetic.
Bottom line is:
Unless you’re a Warrior-Fuckin’-Princess, live in the world of Tron, or are so fuckin’ Indian (“Dot,” not “Feather”) your name is Krishna McIndia-Face; any effort you make to wield a chakram with any sort of dignity will result in you looking like a chump, an Ultimate Frisbee playing hipster, or a Dungeons & Dragons player that’s stuck in the 90’s.