Oh gawd… it’s St. Patrick’s Day (a.k.a. “St. Fat Prick’s Day” to us non-Irish), which means that there will be green foolishness all over the place, even at Cheltenham:
…not to mention that tonight there’ll be a whole bunch more amateur drunks falling all over the place, even here in north Texas.
It’s ironic that this bullshit is also happening over in Britishland today:
Military veterans have slammed a decision to charge a former British soldier with the murder of two men in the Bloody Sunday shootings nearly 50 years ago. The man, named only as ‘Soldier F’, is one of 17 former members of the 1st Battalion Parachute Regiment who were investigated over the violence which left 13 people dead in Londonderry in 1972. The ex-soldier, who is now thought to be in his 70s, faces trial for the alleged murders of James Wray and William McKinney and the alleged attempted murders of Joseph Friel, Michael Quinn, Joe Mahon and Patrick O’Donnell.
The landmark decision to prosecute him has angered Armed Forces groups, who contrasted his treatment with the many IRA terrorists who have been let off during the peace process.
Critics of the probe point out that around 200 IRA fugitives, thought to be behind a series of terror attacks during the Troubles, were sent so-called ‘comfort letters’, assuring them they were no longer suspects.
Needless to say, Mr. Free Market (who is ex-1st Paras himself) is not in a good mood today, and he informed me earlier that there are a WHOLE lot of angry ex-airborne types running around, e.g.
And so do I. Anyone who guns down a bunch of terrorists has my complete approval.
As Mr. FM adds: “This will run for a bit, a lot of people will get pissed off & the Irish will not be happy. They never are.”
I have to admit, going back to Cheltenham for a moment, that this man is showing The Right Stuff:
Yes, he’s wearing a green jacket, but the orange (Protestant) trousers and tie are guaranteed to set off the Micks. Definitely a little needle, there.
Gah. I think I’ll just stay with some of the proper Cheltenham totties, to keep my spirits up.
And now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to the range. All that new 9mm ammo isn’t going to shoot itself, despite what the Gun-Fearing Wussies think. And for once, I’ll forego the usual silhouette target type and go with this one:
He looks sufficiently IRA, don’t you think?