Britain getting Screwed

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Umm... er... well... see, I got this shiny brand new Black Rifle. It's never really been stress-tested, so I'd have to put a little stress on it and test it, just to make sure it's fully functional. Purely Quality Control testing, I assure you - and that requires a bit of stress to bring out it's best, and show any failures that may occur in materials and workmanship.

This why certain rural areas of the United States get a bad name, yer' know.
Ever since you decided to no longer be a colony, this focus on firearms seems to have become part of your
heritage and in my view, that's fine... property is property and must be cherished.
As a side-note, this type of weapon-brandishing at the drop of a hat also continues over here in the UK,
primarily with the farming community.

But what about the Ramblers...? the country walkers who leave the hustle and bustle of the cities and come
out to soak in the rich tapestry of the places politicians don't know exist?
What about them?

Oh, it's noble to stand guard at the entrance of one's home and warn passersby that you'd prefer it if they
didn't trample across your crop or scare your livestock. Just as it's perceived as just and valiant for a land
-owner to clear unwanted predators from his patch too.

But announcing with the serious tones that a problem you're dealing with in regards of a new rifle, can only
be alleviated by suggesting one of these gay, light-hearted travellers of the byways taking a step onto your
property o solve said-dilemma, is -in my view, brusque to say the least.

Blowing holes in tourists is bad, Ninurta... you should say it to yourself once a day.
But to be candid, the delight you seemed to have mustered when contemplating doing this on horseback
makes me wonder if this may be a chant without conviction.

I cede that it is private property and I understand the need to maintain one's own, but chasing down
city-folk on a horse -just because they jauntily romped across your land singing 'A-rambling we will go'
and then executing them with a 'shiny brand-new black rifle' doesn't exculpate the excuse of trespass.
It's just not cricket.

Well, uh, yeah... there's nothing else to do after the shooting, and there might be something good on the telly, y'know?

I will not favour this caustic comment with a reply... Well, okay then.
'Detente, middle-ground' do these words mean anything to you in the 21st century?

Again, this is why people-of-society from the suburbs could be seriously believing that the majority of
those who don't enjoy exhaust fumes, scrawled graffiti and urban foxes, are 'red-necks'... brambly and
rugged villagers who see a simple error of taking a short-cut across a field as a prime reason to contemplate
loading nails in with their buckshot.

My God, man... whatever happened to civility, your flippancy about watching television instead of burying
the poor soul that dangles from the fence you blasted him against, isn't something the EU or the United Nations
would applaud, I can assure you.

I see what you did there - "quick second" - as in "the quick and the dead". I like that!

You're mocking me... I can see that now.
It's either that or your view of life tends to lean towards seeing your surroundings down the barrel of that
ominous firearm you boasted... the shiny black one that's probably near your laptop as you're reading this.

This isn't the way to enter a new era, a century where we will go to another planet and look back at our own
fragile blue one. What sort of message are we sending to those we haven't met yet?
How will a species see us when we will place a human footprint into the cosmos for the first time?

What...? 'Mess with me and 'ah'll gun yer' down like a dog'...?? How about 'We come in peace and I'm gonna
count to five, now get runnin'?'
And on horseback -to boot! It's enough to make Nancy Pelosi swoon.

Yuh huh. I like it a little zippier than most. Looking at getting an old black powder revolver, so I can pack it to order as the occasion arises.

I'm not convincing you, am I?