Failed States

From Reader Tony H. comes this little bit of realism, South Africa’s Brave New World.  It’s a long but very clear-headed look at what has happened in post-apartheid South Africa since the sainted Nelson Mandela came to power, and his political descendants’ activities.  Here’s a brief taste:

That whole “sophisticated economy and infrastructure” that got “handed over intact” now by and large no longer exists. Consider something as basic as running water: in 1994, South Africa had some of the most sophisticated water infrastructure on earth, with a whole system of dams, reservoirs, and long-distance inter-basin conduits working together to conquer the geographical challenges of having several major cities and mining centers located on an arid plateau. All of this water was safe, drinkable, and actually came out of the tap when you turned the handle. This picture was marred of course by poor delivery to black rural communities and squatter camps, but in the early 90s the government was making rapid progress towards serving more of those people too.

That water system is now basically non-functional. It’s estimated that something like 10 million people no longer have reliable access to running water. When the water does run, it’s frequently filthy and contaminated with human sewage. South Africa had its first urban cholera outbreak in the year 2000, and they are now a regular occurrence. Again, this isn’t for lack of money or effort. The state has spent billions on trying to fix the water problems, and the government’s water bureaucracy has tripled in size since 1994. Something else has gone wrong.

And that’s just part of the story.  I urge you to read the whole review.

And now, part 2.  With the above reading in mind, please read Victor Davis Hanson’s Life Among The Ruins.  Again, a taste:

How did all of this so quickly erode our great country? Our crisis was not the next generation of foreign Hitlers and Stalins. It was not earthquakes, floods, or even pandemics. It was not endemic poverty and want. It was not a meager inheritance from past generations of incompetents. Nor was it a dearth of natural resources or bounty.

Instead our catastrophe arose from our most highly educated, the wealthiest and most privileged in American history with the greatest sense of self-esteem and sanctimoniousness. Sometime around the millennium, they felt their genius could change human nature and bring an end to history—if only they had enough power to force hoi polloi to follow their abstract and bankrupt theories that they had no intention of abiding by themselves.

Feel free to draw the many parallels between South Africa and the United States, as the two nations have become similarly degraded.  The methodologies may have been somewhat different, but the outcomes are eerily similar.

And now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to the range.

Indecision

Reader Roger S. sends me this little conundrum he’s faced with:

I recently acquired (through an estate) this 1953 Smith & Wesson K22. A 5-screw, pinned & recessed 6″ K frame .22 rimfire beauty. AKA the holy grail of rimfire revolvers.

I believe that it has been fired very little as it appears to be new all over with just a beginning tiny turn line on the cylinder. No scratches, dings, dents, no worn blue or chipped grips. Like New.

Now the problem I face is what to do with it. Shoot the hell out of it, enjoying as it was intended? Save it as a true heirloom & protect it from fools, idiots and other non believers while NOT shooting it? Sell it to someone that will appreciate it and use the $$$ to buy something to bang away with without feeling guilty?

What to do, what to do?

I know what I’d do, but that’s not the issue.  What would you do, O My Loyal Readers, in a similar situation?

(I’ll post my thoughts in Comments, after y’all have had your say,)

One Forward, Two Back

Loyal Readers will remember that I love the 1970s Ford Capri:

…so one would think that the news of Ford reissuing the lovely thing would have me panting.

Alas, no.

Rather than a petrol-guzzling coupe, it will be re-marketed as an electric sports crossover capable of reaching 0-to-62mph in around 6.4 seconds with zero emissions, a Ford staff member has revealed.

And I bet that the “new” Capri won’t look anything like its predecessor.  Instead, it will look like all the other modern wind-tunnel-shaped anonymities, so in fact the only thing common to the two models will be the name.

Pass, with prejudice.  Fucking morons.

Dry Well

I warned y’all yesterday that there’s not much to write about these days — unless I’m to write about Britishland’s Royal Family and the price of fucking eggs Over Here.

Or maybe I’m just getting jaded, what with all the bullshit that’s been flying around recently.  Sheesh, it’s even difficult to find content for the one-liner News Roundup…

Here’s Uberti’s version of the Remington 1890 Police model, this one in the manly .44-40 chambering (although unlike the original, it’s available in other calibers):

More later, if anything pops up.  Don’t hold your breath.

One Way Or Another

Nothing makes me chuckle quite like this kind of idiocy:

Christopher Woolf Mapelli Mozzi was born in 2016 and is the son of Edoardo Mapelli Mozzi and American architect, Dara Huang. He was recently pictured with his father and step-mother, Princess Beatrice, at the Christmas Day service in Sandringham.

While very little is known about Wolfie, his mother recently expressed her gratitude for her son being educated in the UK, rather than in the US.

Writing on social media, the Florida-born architect said: “I’m glad my son doesn’t go to school in the USA. I can sleep at night knowing he won’t die at his desk tomorrow morning.”

She’s referring to the jillions of American kids killed each year in classroom shootings. [eyecross]

Leaving aside that untruth, here’s something that isn’t untrue:

etc.

Truth is that our precious princeling is FAR more likely to be stabbed to death in the UK than he is to be shot in the US — unless he happened to live in South Chicago, that is.