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Brave Dame Caryn

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Samizdata:

…Boldly and without fear, favour or concern for mixed metaphors, I sing of arms and the editor:

(To the tune of Brave Sir Robin Ran Away)

Brave Dame Caryn hired a gun
She bravely hired a gun, a gun
When danger reared its ugly head, she left her principles for dead
Yes, brave Dame Caryn turned about, and gallantly she chickened out
Bravely cringing at a tweet, she thought it best to pack some heat
Bravest of the brave, Dame Caryn!

You see, it doesn’t count as being armed so long as you are rich enough to hire someone else to hold the gun. Anyone can see that morally that is completely different to actually, you know, touching the thing yourself.

If this makes no sense, read this.

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Moral Duty

Since everyone else seems to be having at Piers Morgan, shoot, I’ll have a go as well. Here’s Piers at his old pre-CNN job in Merrie Englande doing pretty much what he seems to be doing here:

Back in 2004, Piers Morgan was axed as editor-in-chief of the Daily Mirror, a British tabloid, for publishing photos of British soldiers who appeared to be abusing an Iraqi prisoner. They turned out to be fake.

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Morgan also says he feels “vindicated” and that he has no regrets: “I feel like it was a moral duty … Sometimes you have to make a stand as an editor.”

Nice guy. Hope you never need for those fellows to have your back, Piers.

In all fairness, though, I disagree with those who want to deport him. For one thing, a vocal group from across the pond have started their own petition to please not send him back, they don’t want him. Also, there is that pesky First Amendment- I mean, what’s good for us should be good for him as well.

It also seems to be a good thing, to me at least, to have him around to remind us of why those shots were fired at Concord not all that long ago.

via the Blogfather

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A Football Fantasy

Suppose that, instead of the traditional blimp circling the stadium providing aerial views of the football game, instead you had a Predator drone prowling above. Broadcasters could marvel at the quality and detail of the pictures, and discount the fact that the picture contained a crosshair. “Why, you can count the fillings of their teeth!”

For halftime, small Toyota pickup trucks, called ‘technicals’ the world over, would be brought out on the field to serve as targets for the Predator. For authenticity actors dressed as terrorists would be riding in the trucks carrying AK-47s. We could then demonstrate the swiftness and accuracy of the strikes.

Any craters that could not be leveled by the end of halftime would serve as natural hazards a la golf for the second half of the game.

What could go wrong?

N.B. In cities with particularly rowdy fans such as Philadelphia and Oakland the Predators could serve as crowd control.

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Gawd love the Brits

It appears that not everyone is totally enamored with the creeping socialism afflicting Great Britain, and resistance against it can take some, er, charming forms. First, a little background from S. Weasel:

The Brits are a contradictory lot. In some ways, privacy obsessed. In others, right up in each others’ bidness.

Take the Planning Notice. If you want to make changes to your property, you have to file an application. That info then goes into the local paper, and on a printed notice, which is stuck up on a light pole or something near the scene of the proposed change. And then your neighbors can complain about it and try to get it blocked, if they like.

It’s more intrusive than building permits in the States. You see Planning Notices for things like replacing a broken gate or changing the sign over a shop. And the process applies to rural areas, too. I’m not entirely agin’ it — a lot of the charm of this charming place we live depends on keeping things just exactly the way they are forever — but it does make my libertarian bone itch.

So a right creative fella decides to have a bit of fun with it-

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More of his efforts are documented here. Passive resistance at its best.