Meanwhile, while I read all this self-congratulatory bollocks about how much more violent Americans are than the peaceful gun-loathing British, I am sitting somewhere in Tower Hamlets, one of the world centres of ISIS recruitment. One of Britain's most important exports right now is young men who are performing beheadings and crucifixions, for fuck's sake, in the cause of committing actual genocide. They are killing and torturing and enslaving innocent people by the tens of thousands.This is from a Brit, looking at his countrymen with a (rightly) jaundiced eye. What was most memorable from my year living in Blighty was the uniiversal, casual assumption by the Brits that they were smarter than we Colonials. And the assumption that they all had better taste. Buried in Squander Two's excellent post was this line that made me smile:
But yeah, nine people dead, and it's America that has the big violence problem.
In short, it should occur to you that American laws might to some extent be based on American votes, and that Americans might know just a teeeensy bit more about living in America than some wanker from Haringey who once spent a week in Orlando but doesn't want to go back because he found it crass.I spent a weekend in Weston-super-Mare once, and found it a bit tacky. Ya know, if you go to tacky touristy spots, you might find a tacky touristy spot.
RTWT. It's a refreshingly sane view from the far side of the Pond.