Fan Support: Over There

Last week we studied the fan support of football in the Western Hemisphere, so now we’ll cross the Atlantic, starting with mid-Atlantic Iceland:

I know these ladies are somewhat more demure than the average we’ve seen up till now, but let’s not forget that it gets kinda chilly in Iceland.  Staying with the Scandinavian types, there are the original Vikings in Denmark:

…followed by Sweden:

I know Swedes all speak English, and there’s proof.  Anyway, let’s move a little south:

And across the border:

Over the Pyrenees mountains:

While over the Channel, we have the English roses:

[insert]  Longtime Friend and Reader TrueBrit sends me the following, to highlight England’s winning spirit (and if it makes you giggle, you’re not alone):

Back over in Euroland, there are the Low Countries (Belgium and Holland respectively), who despite their diminutive size, always seem to punch well above their weight class, so to speak:

And lurking just over the Rhine, the Old Enemy (in so many ways):

…and their cousins-in-crime, Austria:

But let’s not talk about The War.  The Swiss were neutral, in any case:

Moving south, there’s the confusingly-named Azzuri (despite having national colors of green, white and red, Italy plays in sky-blue jerseys because Italy):

Okay, you can all stop panting now, and vote for your favorites in Comments.  In two weeks’ time:  Eastern Europe.

Gratuitous Gun Pic: Beretta BM62 (7.62x51mm NATO)

After WWII came to an end, the Italians needed a locally-made self-loading rifle for their Army, and rather than reinvent the wheel, Beretta simply took the excellent Garand design, modified it to take a removable 20-round magazine (as opposed to the top-loading 8-round en bloc clip of the Garand), gave it a select-fire (full auto) switch, and called it the Beretta BM59. The BM59 was Italy’s battle rifle until 1986, when it was replaced with a poodleshooter-type “assault rifle”, the AR-70 in 5.56mm NATO.

Shortly afterwards, the semi-auto-only civilian version (BM62) was released, with a 19” barrel, and would still be an excellent choice as a citizen’s battle rifle.

Here’s a close-up of the action:


Unfortunately, not many of these beautiful rifles were made, so their prices are typically in the nosebleed range, generally well over $2,500. As with so many rifles of the post-WWII era, it’s just a case of there being more buyers than rifles, so if you find one and really want it, you just have to grin and bear it grimace and sacrifice the kids’ college fund.

Speaking personally, I would rather have one of these than an M14 of the same era—in fact, I would rather have one of these than an M1 Garand, come to think of it. The design is robust and reliable, the caliber excellent (and recoil more manageable than that of the .30-06), and the mag capacity quite acceptable.

Going All The Way

In our continuing saga of “Teachers Shagging Their Students”, we come to this guy in Florida — of course — who despite having a hottie wife, managed to tap not one but two underage female students concurrently.  The twist?  He ended the thing when each of the girls turned 18.  Needless to say, when the spurned [sic] Lolitas found out he’d been cheating on both of them, they decided, in typical catty teenage-girl fashion, to tell his wife (pictured below).

Proving once and for all that women just don’t have a sense of humor, Wifey tossed Hubby out of the house and then called the school principal to rat on him.

He’s headed for jail, of course, despite neither of the teenage totties wanting to press charges  — but I’ll be really surprised if he gets the token sentence that a female teacher in the same situation would have received.

Freaks

Until now I have gently poked fun at vegans on this here website because I find them amusing, with their “be kind to all Earth’s creatures” belief system, and their endless earnest attempts to persuade the rest of us that if we only try their silly lifestyle and diets, we will See The Light And Become Better People.

In this regard, vegans are very much like cyclists, libertarians and Rush fans, whom I likewise regard mostly with amusement.  (I have a post on Rush brewing and it should appear next week.  Try to contain yourselves.)

But of late, vegans seem to be joining the Perpetually Aggrieved Nation (e.g. feminists, LGBTOSTFU, social justice warriors, Democrats, Black Lives Matter! etc.), the first step of which is that they’re losing their sense of humor.  Here’s a great example.

William Sitwell is a serious foodie;  he’s a Masterchef critic and editor of the Waitrose in-house magazine for foodies.  Of late, however, he’d been becoming irritated by vegans:

Earlier this year, writing about 2018’s “foodie trends” in The Times, Mr Sitwell slammed an “avalanche” of vegan cookbooks.  “Then, like an avalanche of Tory ministerial resignations, came the vegan snowball,” he wrote.  “It had slow beginnings among shampoo-averse hippies in the 1970s, but now vegans are parking their tanks on all of our lawns.”

Then came the killer.

Food journalist Selene Nelson had written to William Sitwell with a pitch for a “plant-based meal series” for [Waitrose’s] magazine featuring recipes, commentary and news.
Mr Sitwell replied: “Hi Selene. Thanks for this. How about a series on killing vegans, one by one.  Ways to trap them?  How to interrogate them properly?  Expose their hypocrisy?  Force-feed them meat?  Make them eat steak and drink red wine?”

Needless to say, someone’s feewings were hurt.

HuffPost [uh-oh] and Food Republic writer Nelson said she had never experienced such hostility when pitching to a media platform. “I was just shocked because I had never had a response like that,” she said. “I said to him that it ‘seems like you have some strong opinions on this’.”
She told BuzzFeed News [uh-oh x 2]: “I’ve never seen anything like it. I’ve written about many divisive topics, like capital punishment and murder cases and domestic violence [uh-oh x 3], and I’ve never had a response like that to any of my articles or pitches. And he’s the editor. He’s representing Waitrose and he’s talking about ‘killing vegans, one by one’?”
She added: “If William Sitwell wants to continue eating meat and hating vegans, that’s his prerogative, but to have this attitude towards others when he’s representing Waitrose is seriously bizarre.”
On Instagram [uh-oh x 4] she wrote: “I’m a vegan because I don’t support the torment and slaughter of 156 billion animals each year, nor the catastrophic devastation it causes our planet [oh FFS].  “Belittling and mocking people who care about animals and the environment is neither edgy nor cool.” [oh yes it is, especially when they react like this bitch]
Nelson stressed she was not telling him to become a vegan [of course not] but instead asking him to include more plant-based recipes.  [for “asking” read “demanding”]

This despite the fact that Waitrose has just this month opened a new vegan section in their supermarkets.

Of course, Sitwell has been pilloried, flayed alive, had salt poured on his exposed quivering flesh and his head stuck on a pike [some hyperbole there].  And of course he’s had to apologize profusely — and unnecessarily — but he’s been fired by Waitrose nevertheless.

Like libertarians and trannies, vegans account for a miniscule proportion of the general population, and just like libertarians, vegans can’t see why everybody just cannot see The Truth of their belief system.  Unlike libertarians, however, vegans don’t have a sense of humor, but very much like trannies, they want the majority of the population to kowtow to their fucking pathetic lifestyle — hence the moral blackmail of terms like “the torment and slaughter of 156 billion animals each year, nor the catastrophic devastation it causes our planet”.

Fuck you, and your tofu cutlets.

Last night after I wrote this, I had a delicious lamb vindaloo curry.  This morning, I had my normal breakfast of boerewors and a boiled egg followed by some Noosa yogurt.  Tonight I’m going to have the largest ribeye steak in the Western world, and this weekend I’m going to go to Hard Eight and consume twenty lbs. of BBQ (try to avoid drooling when you open that link).

And for that mass slaughter of pore lil’ helpless animules, you can thank Selene Nelson and her ilk.  (I’ll also have cole slaw, mind you, but with creamy sauce.  Can you hear the cows screaming?)

Do I hate vegans?  I’m starting to, so are many others, and especially so when they act like this.  Like the toothy Janet Street-Porter, I wish that vegans would just get a sense of humor / develop thicker skins.  That, or kill themselves (ditto all the other Sensitive Snowflake groups out there), because like William Sitwell I’m getting sick of all their bullshit.

Let’s look at this in terms of another kind of belief system.  I’m an atheist, but I don’t spend all my time trying to convert religious people to atheism, and I think the atheists who get all bent out of shape by “In God We Trust” are stupid assholes.  I don’t care that society doesn’t cater to atheists, with all that “So Help Me God” stuff and swearing on Bibles etc.  I don’t ask for special atheist services [sic] nor do I get mortally offended if someone says “Bless you” when I sneeze.  I could, but I don’t, because these are inoffensive gestures and rituals.  If vegans adopted the same attitude, everything would be fine;  but noooo, make one silly vegan joke (like Sitwell’s) and it’s Teh Holocaust and Hitler and boo-hoo-hoo.

And if you want to know who people mock vegans, it’s because they’re ridiculous and so is veganism.

And then there’s this:

Perhaps a breed facing extinction because of their hyper-specialized diet and low birth rate is not the best example?  Just a thought.