Have you noticed there's this weird axiom or principle. Viz. Don't go to war against Russia."Ha, ha!" you say, "We are so powerful now that we can defeat that puny 13 time zone state, with its peasant ways and backwards obsession with artillery." Like how weird, here's a country which actually makes shells for its guns, how primitive and stupid.
Then there's Western Europe, which has gambled for decades on never, ever having to fight another kinetic war. You know, with guns and missiles and actual soldiers. Oops.
In other news, the Eagles are gearing up for an RV in London. This means, for me, revitalizing club memberships. Witch one? I hear the yuck Reform's going cheap. Then there's the nasty National Liberal Club. Abhorrent, but think of the reciprocity.
The Bangalore Club, the Bermuda Yacht Club, our very own Petroleum, and on across the world. And you get a beautiful Thames Embankment terrace, which we love. And reciprocal at the good old East India and the nasty Army club in DC.
Ad pursuit of happiness,
LSP
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The question is who is joining the club. Is it the 'right sort'? I leave it to LSP and his readers to decide for themselves who the right sort might be. In England can you restrict membership or is it sort of like the Royal Air Force where one gender and racial group who is being purged?
That's a very good question, LL, and it goes without saying that there's clubs, and there's clubs.
For example, when a member of the illustrious Boodles invites a tranny to lunch they have to go to the "Ladies Side," which is a dismal basement cut off from the rest of the club. Likewise, Whites resolutely stands by its name and the Savage is for men only, though widows of members, "Rosemaries," are invited to yearly club functions.
Now, when it comes to the National Liberal Club things are less stringent and the dining room suffers under the gaze of a larger than life marble Gladstone. Not easy, but reciprocal rights are something to be conjured with.
Of course you have Special Forces, which is a level above.
I'll just leave this right here.
“I don’t want to belong to any club that would accept me as one of its members.” Variously attributed to Groucho Marx and Oscar Wilde, take your pick.
Wild, there's always that. And let's thank God someone had the sense to lock Oscar up.
But I'm tempted to rejoin clubland, in a small way. It's been a while. Mind you, more helpful in the UK than US, but still.
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