Only The Kevin would pretend to “go postal”
When the evening news showed someone burst firing an automatic rifle, I assumed the coverage had turned to one of the umpteen war zones around the world. Then, the shooter pulled off his ear protectors and goggles; there was The Kevin. At a shooting range in the deep South. You can’t make this stuff up; one of the pretenders to the throne of Canada, being a “good old boy”, and tweeting about the fun.
Oddly, his choice to release a video that has (apparently) been knocking around on the ‘tubes for more than a year coincided with a public funeral for some of the victims from the Quebec City shootings earlier in the week. The Kevin should invest in a new media consultant, tout de suite (he doesn’t speak French, so I’m paraphrasing). Perhaps someone that has appeared on the Shark Tank or the Dragons’ Den can give him a hand. Please…
I’ve been tasked with reducing the volume of foodstuffs stored in our basement freezer. Today, a corned beef. I had no idea what to do with the package, but after some lookups, I learned that boiling off some of the salt, followed by a slow bake in a bath of beer might be one way. It’s actually pretty good, but the lack of cabbage and potatoes will have to be fixed before the next meal. The dog is keen to assist. I feel like I’m getting “in touch” with any ancestors I may have that spent long periods at sea, living on hard tack and salt meat.
