Annie Oakley was an exhibition shooter with a difference—not that you’d know it from the coverage given the recent sale of one of her shotguns. It’s all about the money, money, money. As it is here. “When Queen Victoria celebrated her Golden Jubilee after 50 years on the British throne, famed American sharpshooter Annie Oakley impressed her with an unforgettable marksmanship performance,” history.com reports. “The shotgun Oakley may have wielded on that European tour sold for $143,400 at a Dallas auction on Sunday.” (BTW: the American media’s sycophantic coverage of the Queen’s Jubilee made me want to hurl; when did it become OK for Americans to kiss a monarch’s ass?) The thing that set Ms. Oakley apart (in my mind) is that she championed gun rights for women in the days when they were subjected to unfathomable, unaccountable cruelty . . .
I would like to see every woman know how to handle [firearms] as naturally as they know how to handle babies.
La plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose. Alternatively, roger that. Now about that scattergun . . .
According to Heritage Auctions, which handled the sale for Oakley’s descendants, Oakley became disenchanted with the Parker Brothers shotgun midway through her overseas stay, later presenting it as a gift to her husband’s brother.
I wonder what went wrong with the gun.
Wait…she was allowed to wield a gun…in England…in the presence of a monarch. That’s the real story.
RF, it has always been fine, perhaps even amusing, for an American to kiss a British Monarch’s ass, though the opportunities are certainly rare enough. It is the circumstances which determine whether opprobrium or accolades are due. How old was the Monarch? Was it simply something which occurred during sport f’g? Was the fellow simply marking the spot he was about to kick? Without context we cannot judge. And by the way, those ‘founding fathers’ from your proper liberty-loving New England sooner kissed gold than liberty at times. They welcomed back to Boston those scoundrels who spent the revolution abroad, but who wanted their mortgages enforced once the shooting was over. Their wish was granted. See, e.g., any detailed account of Shay’s Rebellion. Hancock et al wanted more gold in circulation and at loan…justice be damned. Kissing Monarchic ass is small beer, Sam Adams or such.
(BTW: the American media’s sycophantic coverage of the Queen’s Jubilee made me want to hurl; when did it become OK for Americans to kiss a monarch’s ass?)
I know. It drives me CRAZY!
At least you have the Atlantic Ocean between you.
I, too, have an instinctive revulsion toward the British royals. We spent the blood of good men to banish that crap. Yuck.
“when did it become OK for Americans to kiss a monarch’s ass?”
Whether it’s to a queen or a president, many unfortunately weak people have and still do kiss their master’s ass, cementing their comfort as softly-chained subjects. Given the voting and thinking tendencies of many fellow “Americans,” it’s no wonder they swoon at royalty.
Americans don’t kiss their asses, they kiss their arses.
La plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose
Since when did it become ok to speak french?
Probably the last time you had ham instead of pork.
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