Author: Kim du Toit
Timeless Wisdom
On this website, I have said time and time again that the reason I look so closely at British politics and society is that what happens Over There inevitably follows Over Here.
So I beseech you with all my heart to watch the discussion entitled The Fall Of England, between historian professor David Starkey and comedians (!) Konstantin Kisin and Francis Foster.
It is a very long discussion — over an hour and a half — because to be quite frank, it’s a topic that absolutely cannot be encapsulated in bullet points and bumper stickers.
And you should then understand the absolute magnitude of the task that faces us MAGA folks, because in some regards we are worse off than the Brits. The only thing in our favor right now is the fact that we may have elected our equivalent of Argentina’s Milei — I hope — whereas Britain (England) has no such figure either present or on the horizon. The Margaret Thatchers of England don’t come along that often to save the day, and to be honest, we don’t get them that often either.
Listen, and learn.
Pic Of The Day
Only Three?
Flight Of Fantasy
So what car did Ian Fleming’s James Bond really drive?
Forget that Aston Martin / Lotus / BMW nonsense; Bond was a Bentley man.
And when you have an actual car designer who was a devoted Bond fan in his youth… well, you get this wonderful creature, handbuilt and derived from another Bentley model altogether.
Never mind that Ian Fleming’s description of said Bentley never existed; Our Hero Car Designer (Tony Hunter) just went ahead and designed and built his Bentley pretty much from the writer’s description — and the result is a one-of-a-kind, snorting, roaring beauty.
Old W.O. would have approved, mightily.
So would (the real) James Bond.
TGS Does TGC
…or translated, Jonny looks at one of the latest Turkish Clay Guns, in this case the Webley & Scott ProComp line made by Akdaş — and pretty it is, too:
And he tests it at one of my very favorite clay ranges, Barbury Shooting School, situated but a few miles from Free Market Towers out in Wiltshire.
Enjoy the show; I did. (And bloody hell: that lanky kid is just deadly with a shotgun.)