Why we like the Brits

This is good stuff: the commentary by UK Maxim editor Greg Gutfeld on what he did on the day al-Qaeda attacked London [poor editing in original]:

With the exception of the bombs and the carnage, everything’s is fine here. Bombs go off around the corner and the Brits do what they do best - they go to the pub and get drunk and make the best of it . . . My managing editor, Eoin, a Millwall football supporter with the name of his favorite team tattooed on the inside of his lip, says, “we fought Hitler! it’ll take a bit more than some sh*ts with carrier-bag bombs on a tube to put us off. It was a bit of a piss-poor effort. Shall we have another pint then?” . . .

Brits are used to this terrorist crap, with the IRA, and they pride themselves on carrying on as if nothing happened. Every one here is scared, but no one shows any fear. that’s a British thing. they are tough little bastards. everyone feels bad about what happened. but they don’t let that interfere with their resolve. they figure the enemy should be really scared, not them - which is always the way to think, I think. I love these people.

they aren’t like the f**king Spanish.