“In what has got to be the coolest job in the history of jobs, American firearms engineers took the belt-fed mechanism from a captured German MG42 and grafted it onto the action of an FG42 paratroop rifle.”
If that sentence did not give you just the slightest hint of a woody, we are not the same kind of people.
“It’s like asking Iron Maiden to play jazz.” — Chef for Prince William’s eco awards, in refusing to prepare a vegan menu.
Now let’s do away with crap like “eco awards” and we can all be happy.
From Insty, responding to this report:
“And if you do move to the States, whatever you do, do not move to Tennessee. Guns everywhere, drunken rednecks in pickup trucks, rattlesnakes, murder hornets — be smart and stay far away.”
Ditto Texas. We’re moar gunny, moar drunken, moar pickups, moar rattlesnakey, dunno about murder hornets but we got fire ants. Go to New York or California, which have none of the above. Tell them that both Insty and I sent you.
Germany edition:
From SOTI:
“Honey, just ’cause you’re singin’ songs with a Southern accent, don’t make ’em country.”
Brilliant.
“For too long, corporate strategies were warped by the delusions of green ideologues who neither understand basic economics nor the fundamental science behind energy production. Once the mandates and incentives were stripped away, demand recalibrated to match affordability, reliability, and everyday practicality, which are values far more enduring than climate cult slogans.” — Leslie Eastman