Oh wait. It's the British subjects that are reloading. Again.
This seems to happen to the banger noshers on a sodden if regular basis.
Why the fuck would these pasty fucks hire an American to advise them in the kind of response that we Americans never had to formulate because our long term memories don't predate the strike of writers than led to our current addiction to reality programming.
Reality programming is based on the idea that every fucking idiot in the country with a cell phone is as important as a registered voter in determining the fate of this grating nation of miserable fucks, a premise I championed a few decades ago when most idiots had to include a self-addressed stamped envelop to have their piece of shit offerings rejected by morons and faggots.
Anyone remember Watts, Detroit, the south Bronx? How about Rodney King? While Americans have turned into wimpass pansies, English youth have finally got a sense of their place in the history of impotent rage.
Here's hoping they've got somebody working to bring on the bomb.