Over the past weekend, Mr. Free Market obeyed the BritGov’s stupid social distancing rules in the proper manner:
Yes, I am insanely jealous. Why do you ask?
Also, re: my post about the Beretta 687 a week or so ago, he sent me this snippet:
…and a bonus pic from one of his earlier shoots, this time for vermin:
Because Mr. Free Market is a Foul Evil BastardTM, he decided to send me a few scenic pics from his current sooper-seekrit location in Scottishland. Here’s the general milieu (note the complete absence of freezing rain, for the first time ever in this event I’m told):
(Note that Mr. FM is not wearing a face condom, despite Scottish law.)
Then it’s off to the “boxes”:
Note the careful arranging of reloads in pairs, ready for the old Load & Slaughter routine in his Beretta O/U (gawd help us, but the man has such terrible taste in shotguns).
The group shot down several hundred grouse and partridge, but here’s a pic of one brace, taken by Mr. FM with a single barrel.
When I say “taken”, I mean “shot”, of course, not clubbed out of the sky with his shotgun (which would be poor form, of course).
I am so jealous I could spit.
This story got a lot of attention a little while ago:
A supermarket security guard has won the internet’s hearts as he stood in the pouring rain to shelter a patient dog. Morrisons security worker Ethan Dearman was photographed braving the elements outside the supermarket in Giffnock, Glasgow on Sunday. The picture, taken by Mel Gracie, 25, shows Mr Dearman holding a green umbrella over golden retriever Freddie, who is relaxing underneath.
And the pic:
Several people have commented that this is a typically-British story. I disagree (and my Brit Readers will back me up on this, I think).
What would have made this a typically-British story would have been if the security guard was fired for not doing his proper job — because if there’s one thing Brits excel at, it’s bossing people around just because they can.
It’s precisely the same mindset behind a parking warden booting an ambulance for parking in a No Parking zone while picking up an injured patient, or a pharmacist’s assistant denying a customer a purchase of a pregnancy test kit during a lockdown, because it’s not an “essential” item.
I love Britain and its people, and I have as many Brit friends as American or South African friends, but this is one character flaw I find particularly tiresome.
I see that we’re still not allowed to visit Canuckistan until June, but that’s okay. Montreal is only worth visiting for the three weeks of summer in July anyway.
Here’s a recent pic of same:
I am going to be taking New Wife up there soon. She’s never been to Canada, and I love Montreal — other than the fact that it’s in Canuckistan, I could live there quite easily.
If I may digress for a moment — and I believe I can — there are quite a few places in the world similar to Montreal, where I could easily live but for the fact that the countries in which they’re located are completely fucked up.
The first example is Wiltshire, England, home to Mr. Free Market, The Englishman and a couple of other Bad Influences:
Of course, there’s meine schönes Wien:
…and Paris — the Paris I knew back in the early 2000s, not the refugee-infested shithole it’s since become:
All these places, and so many others, captivated me utterly when I was there and I remember thinking at the time, “I could live here.”
Then I’d come back home, and realize that I loved my freedom more.
And our TV is better.
Don’t get me started on guns…
…none of which I’d be allowed to own in any of the above European cities.
So Montreal can wait.
Over at Instapundit, Gail Heriot has posted a decent summary of the England-Scotland alliance. But then there’s this:
In 1979, an effort to establish (or re-establish) a separate Scottish legislature via referendum failed. It did so, however, only because the Act authorizing the referendum required that at least 40% of the entire Scottish electorate vote in favor. While the referendum got more yes than no votes, turnout was poor. In 1997, another such referendum was held. This time it passed, a Scottish Parliament was established, and the process of “devolution” was begun.
In 2014, when an independence referendum was held, it came a lot closer to passing than union supporters would have preferred. Ultimately, Scottish voters went 55.3% to 44.7% in favor of sticking it out with England.
What interests me, and many others, is the fact that only the Scots voted on whether to leave or stay in the Union, which begs the question: why did not all interested parties — including the English and Welsh — vote on separation?
Had the population living south of the River Tweed voted, you bet there’s have been considerable support behind a “Toss the Jocks” movement — Mr Free Market and The Englishman claim that at least two-thirds of English voters would support expelling the porridge-monkeys in a heartbeat, had they been allowed to do so.
Such ravings should be taken with a grain of salt — especially when expressions like “Can we then finish what we started at Culloden?” and “Rebuild Hadrian’s Wall” are thrown into the mix. Nevertheless, we Murkins should not underestimate the depth of enmity that still exists between the Picts and the Angles even after all this time. It’s most openly expressed by the Scots, such as when supporting anyone playing England in sporting competitions, but the anti-Jock sentiments in England, while less overt, still run pretty deep.
We can talk about the Welsh and Irish situations on another occasion; but in the meantime, think of the situation as a (very) civilized Balkans, and you’ll get the idea.
As the old saying goes: “If you ban guns, can we use swords?” Well, Britishland is discovering the folly of denying its citizens the natural right of self-defense, and especially ownership of guns, as the choirboys just turn to other means:
Knife crime is continuing to rocket as shocking figures released today show more than 44,000 offences were reported last year. The number of offences involving a knife or sharp instrument in England and Wales rose by 7% on the previous 12 months, figures released by the Office for National Statistics show.
The alarming figures also reveal a 4% rise in firearms offences, a 10% increase in pickpock[et]ing, an 11% rise in robberies and a 9% increase in public order offences.
And as you continue to emasculate [sic] your police force:
Worryingly, a breakdown shows just 1.4% of reported rapes end up in someone being charged, just 3.3% of sexual offences and only 5% of thefts.
I’ll bet that the highest percentage of crime categories solved (so as to bring the average up to that 7.4%) is nonsense like “didn’t have a TV license” or “littering” — you know, the serious crimes.
The percentage of cases solved has almost halved in the last four years. It was 14.8% in 2015.
And it was crap in 2015, too. From memory, the number was something like 60% solved back in the 1970s, when Life On Mars policing was reality and not satire.
For my Murkin Readers: remember, I’m always going on about Britishland because it’s an object lesson in what could happen (and in some cases is already happening) Over Here.
Take away the right to self-defense, take away the proper means of self-defense, lessen the efficiency of your police force by means of politically-correct dicta and harassment, and you have… London. And, by the way, Chicago.
Thanks, but no thanks.