Still A Hero

Here’s both a quote of the day:

“We will get through it in the end but it might take time, but at the end of the day we shall all be okay again… the sun will shine on you again and the clouds will go away.”

…and the story behind it:

A 99-year-old World War II veteran has completed his quest to walk 100 laps of his garden in eastern England and raised 13 million pounds ($16 million) for Britain´s National Health Service.
Tom Moore’s humble mission to support health care workers during the coronavirus pandemic became a national rallying point. Tens of thousands of Britons pledged donations as Moore pursued a goal of finishing the laps before his 100th birthday on April 30.
With the aid of a walking frame, he reached his target Thursday. Nine soldiers from the Yorkshire Regiment, a unit linked to Moore’s former British army regiment, lined the paved walkway in his Bedfordshire backyard, forming an honor guard for the veteran’s final laps.
“I´ve fought so many battles and we´ve always won, and we´re going to win again,” Moore told British broadcaster ITV.
He added that health workers on the front line “deserve everything we can give them.”
Moore started the fundraiser as a way to thank the doctors and nurses who cared for him after his broke his hip. His family initially set a target of raising 1,000 pounds. The campaign went viral after Moore appeared on national television, and millions were raised within a week.

Here’s the timeline:

April 9: Captain Tom Moore and his family launch the ‘Captain Tom Moore’s 100th Birthday Walk for the NHS’ fundraising on JustGiving with a £1,000 target
April 10, 2pm: Fundraising reaches £1,000 target in 24 hours, and family set new £100,000 target
April 11, 7pm: The £100,000 target is reached and a new aim of £250,000 is set
April 12, 2.30pm: Fundraiser hits £250,000 after Captain Moore appears on BBC Radio 2 and talks to the singer Michael Ball
April 14, 12pm: Captain Moore’s donations hit £1million
April 15, 10am: Donations get to £5million
April 15, 5pm: Health Secretary Matt Hancock praises him as an ‘inspiration’ as donations get to £8million
April 15, 11pm: The fundraiser reaches £10million
April 16, 7am: Donations get to £12million
April 16, 12pm: The fundraiser hits £13million
April 17, 3pm: It gets to £14million three hours later

Bravo, Mr. Moore.  I see the Brits are probably going to give the old man a knighthood.

We are not worthy, to have such men among us.

Compare and contrast:

Dept. Of Righteous Shootings

Heheheheh… from the City of Brotherly Love:

ABC6 (Philadelphia) reports a would-be robber was shot and killed on Saturday, after violating the city’s stay-at-home order and, you know, the laws against robbing people.
The shooting happened just before 4:30 p.m. at the Star Wear store in the 2700 block of Germantown Avenue.
Police said the man was shot at least five times by an employee while he trying to rob the store.
The man was taken to the hospital and died a short time later.

Five times?  Dude.

Excuse me, I think it’s time for a

(I know, I shouldn’t go outside with all this “social distancing” stuff going on, but I’m assuming that people are going to stay well clear of a naked old fat man dancing crazy and shooting an AK-47 into the air.)

Dept. Of Righteous Shootings

Try not to giggle like a schoolgirl when you read this report:

An intrusion suspect in Fredericksburg, Texas, was shot dead by a homeowner’s fiancee Saturday morning after he allegedly choked the homeowner unconscious.

I won’t spoil the fun by adding the final touch.  Go and read it.

My only question is:  what’s with this “intrusion suspect” bullshit?  Little fucker broke into the house, attacked the man and then got shot dead.  It’s all as clear as daylight:  there’s nothing “suspect” or (my favorite) “alleged” about this.

Anyway, it’s all academic.  One less choirboy for us to worry about here in Texas.

Ahead Of The Game

Clearly, someone — doesn’t matter who — in the Trump administration saw something coming when the Chink Wuhan virus started to spread back in November 2019.  But that’s not as important as what POTUS did — and over at the Treehouse, Sundance explains how lucky we are.

In early 2017 President Trump and his administration coined the phrase: “economic security is national security”, and the economic team set about starting a very complex process to ensure the past three decades of trade policy was reversed.

Because the Left controls the history books as well as the media, it will never happen;  but in a saner world, Trump may well prove to have been one of the most successful U.S. presidents ever.

Once again, something to remember come November 2020.

En Passant

In an otherwise-unmemorable piece on woke-scolds ending Comedy As We Know It, NRO mouthpiece Jay Nordlinger says this:

I received a note from my old friend Larry Shackley, a longtime NR reader and a great admirer of P. G. Wodehouse. In fact, Larry is reading through the complete Wodehouse — complete — right now.

…as though this were somehow unusual.  Maybe it is, for Murkins who — for shame — don’t know who Pelham Grenville Wodehouse was.

To call P.G. Wodehouse one of the most-read humorist writers of the 20th century is to understate the thing — he is quite possibly the greatest humorist writer, ever.  Here’s a personal indicator.

When I left South Africa in 1986, I brought with me three suitcases of clothes, my cameras and a few other things I couldn’t bear to part with.  I brought only two books with me (from a library of well over a thousand), and those were The World of Psmith (a compendium of three books) and The Jeeves Omnibus (another compendium).  Both were written by P.G. Wodehouse.  I reasoned — correctly as it turned out, in those pre-Amazon times —  that I wouldn’t be able to find them here.

And there was just no way I was going to live in a house without Wodehouse.

Now, a lot of people don’t “get” Wodehouse because most of his situations are concerned with utterly trivial concerns — trivial maybe to us, nowadays, and certainly only non-trivial to the English upper classes circa 1928.  (One story involves the “theft” of a wonderful cook by one titled twerp from another titled household.)  But that doesn’t stop the brilliant writing from making one burst out with uncontrollable laughter occasionally.

And it should be said that Wodehouse himself was very much a fervent socialist — his take on the peccadilloes of the English upper classes is almost invariably satirical — yet his satire is not the bitter waspishness of Private Eye  magazine, but gentle and almost indulgent.  Look at these idiots, he seems to say, see how foolish and inconsequential they are.  One of my favorite lines from the Bertie Wooster stories comes when Bertie is beset with looming trouble and catastrophe, and says to his long-suffering “gentleman’s gentleman” Jeeves as he is being dressed for dinner:

“At a time like this, Jeeves, I wonder whether the length of one’s trousers actually matters,” and receives the gentle rebuke:
“There is never  a time, sir, when the length of one’s trousers doesn’t matter.”

Wodehouse left England for a career as a Hollywood scriptwriter, only to become embroiled in the Cold War-McCarthyism of the Fifties.  How ironic, then, that he, the one-time socialist, should write of that time:

“Humorists have been scared out of the business by the touchiness now prevailing in every section of the community. Wherever you look, on every shoulder there is a chip, in every eye a cold glitter warning you, if you know what is good for you, not to start anything.”

What was practiced on the socialists of that era is being repeated with even more venom and coldness by the P.C. (and mostly socialist) tribe of today.

Anyway, enough of that.  I think I’ll marmalade a slice of toast, and go and read A Pelican At Blandings, featuring the wonderfully-named Galahad Threepwood of whom it was said (and I paraphrase) that he was so ardent a party animal that he hadn’t slept till age fifty.  And if anyone should think that I resemble Galahad’s elder brother Clarence, the Earl of Emsworth, who looks with utter bewilderment on the modern world and prefers to retreat to his library and read — well, you’d be absolutely correct.