"you know it's not crap" - or so says Husband with mind-numbing repetition (and a fair Scottish accent, I have to admit): it's his new favorite thing to say. But this should stop him in his tracks: it's Scottish and it's an entire mountain of crap:
You have to stop and watch the video - see the cheering crowds and waving flags as Lockerbie bomber Abdelbaset Ali al-Megrahi gets off the plane in Libya. He's on his feet, arms held over his head like a prize fighter - but don't forget, he's "terminally ill". Sure he is. And what do the politicians say about this: "distasteful", "distressing", and, in the words of our own dear leader, "displeasing". Strong words, those are.
It's all Scottish, and it's all crap - from the release to the cheering homecoming to the tepid responses of pathetic politicians.
The next time I hear Husband say "Scottish", he's getting such a kick.
HT: Ann Althouse