Lottery Dream #14

If I had the dough, I might buy this place:

Up for sale, this near-8000 square-foot property has five bedrooms and six bathrooms.  It was custom-designed and built in 2016 and sits on nearly 400 acres of rolling countryside.

The Arkansas house has a huge warehouse for parking cars, with more car spaces than bedrooms for people.  But the most amazing feature is a 1.2-mile race track that threads through the countryside around the property.

…as long as there was room left on the property for a 100-yard rifle range.  And I’d convert one of the larger garages into an indoor pistol range.

But that’s just me.

Simple Solution

Then we have this lovely little tale:

A 15-year-old boy has been locked up for 15 years for murdering a father of three who was stabbed to death on his doorstep after confronting a gang who verbally abused his daughter.

The teenage killer, who cannot be named for legal reasons, was ‘out of control’ when he murdered stonemason Jamie Markham, 45, after spending days shouting and swearing outside the victim’s home in Chingford.

He had been caught in school with a knife when he was 12 and Mr Markham believed the boy, then 14, and his friends had broken into the shed at the back of his flat in Old Church Road, where he kept his tools.

His killer was well known as a trouble-maker and had wrecked the local branch of Morrisons by hurling red wine and eggs down the aisles.  He was caught on video spitting in his mother’s face and breached a criminal behaviour order five times by being in the area where he killed Mr Markham.  He has appeared in court 12 times and been convicted for 22 different offences since June 2020, when he was 13.  His previous convictions include battery, criminal damage, using threatening, abusive words and behaviour, sending threatening messages and theft.

I have a simple solution for this kind of thing.

The evil little shit should be hanged in public (not hidden away in some prison), and the gallows should be set up right in the area where he and his little friends terrorized the residents.  The body should be left dangling for a week.

That would take care of his worthless ass, and it might make his gangster buddies think twice about perpetrating similar shit in future.  (And if it doesn’t, repeat the process until they all get the message, or they’re all dead.  Either outcome is acceptable.)

None of that will happen, of course, so the Reign of Terror will continue.

Ah Yes, Those “Youths”

Several people have sent me this little snippet (in which, by the way, we can play our “Guess The Race” game):

Videos posted to social media show a mob of young Black men, teens and children violently attacking a Hooters restaurant in Plano, Texas on Thursday, according to posters of the videos. Customers and staff were attacked at the entrance and windows were smashed. A woman inside the Hooters can be heard off camera exclaiming, “It’s over a f***ing chocolate bar!”

The videos show what appears to be staff retreating to the entrance from a dispute outside in the parking lot that turned violent. The staff is attacked in the vestibule, with one male staff member assuming the BLM kneeling position to no avail. [well duh — Kim]

For those who are going “Huh?” at this happening in Plano of all places, I should point out that like so many otherwise-idyllic places, Plano has its dark side [lol], which is a couple square miles straddling the Central Expressway (U.S. 75) and is home to all sorts of evil scum and wretched villainy.

To we residents of the ummmm tonier side of Plano, the Third World begins east of Alma Drive. Here’s a map, with the Hooters location marked towards the south end:

What’s interesting is that literally a parking lot away from Hooters is a redneck restaurant called Love And War In Texas, which features live country music and exotic meats on its menu.  Had this little “chocolate war” threatened this restaurant, there would have been gunplay, from both customers and staff.

My place is way off the map to the west, by the way, closer to the “corporate executive” part of Plano.

Anyway, there is a bright side to this little tragedy.  As Jim notes:

Fortunately, the Hooters calendar models event was held a few days before.

Given that this event typically features an audience of 90% truckers and rednecks (some overlap), it was fortunate indeed.  For the youths.

My Kinda Guy

The Kim Award for Honest Speech and Straight Talk goes to Sheriff Grady Judd of Polk County FL for this outstanding comment:

People have a right to be safe in their homes… I highly recommend, if a looter enters your home, you grab your gun and you shoot him, you shoot him so he looks like grated cheese.

I bet he drinks straight bourbon with a vitriol chaser.

No doubt some fainting goats will have a problem with his fine suggestion;  just nobody on this website.

“Dear Dr. Kim”

“Dear Dr Kim:

“Walked into one of my local Merchants Of Death recently. On the wall they had one of the Enfield Mark IV’s you listed in your blog the other day.

“Asked the counter guy if I could walk back there and handle it. His response was yes, and he went with me.

As he watched me handle the ABSOLUTELY buttery smooth action and the beautiful peep site, he said,
“You know the only problem with that?” to which my response was
“.303 ammo” and he nodded his head.
To which I responded:
“I have an Ishapore Enfield in .308, and I love historical firearms.”
He said, “I’d rather have the Ishapore than the Mark IV”. (I’m assuming because of ammo.)

“I don’t have a point. I didn’t walk out with the Mark IV because of $$$$.

“I just wanted to say:

“Fuck the ATF, Fuck the Tax man, Fuck anyone who makes such a wonderful piece unaffordable, Fuck the ammo manufacturers. Basically Fuck Anyone who makes it impossible for me to own such a wonderful piece of history.

“And Fuck You Dr. Kim for letting me know such things exist and now I can no longer live in ignorance.

“And I guess Fuck Me for being too poor to play in the game.”

— Frustrated in Boise.

Dear Frus,

That’s the most interesting request for a loan I’ve ever had.

— Dr Kim