Epic WTF

TB12, or Tom Brady.

I wondered if that was him and have just been down a mini rabbit hole about him and was shocked to learn that a middle aged Texan holds right wing opinions.

Hank Hill is a reality cartoon.

Why superman?

Caitlin Clark

Galil ACE SBR

I reckon that's a winner. That distinctive foresight clinches it and the smoothed down handguard. You could happily mince* about with that under your jacket and pull it out without catching on your clothing.

*Covert carry.

But is it real? Maybe it's down to poor quality video but the shroud has no ridges and the Piccatinny rail has no slots. Every part is smoothed, like a cheap plastic toy.

Those seagulls want your chips.

Spongebob's boss is a crab. That's Squidward, who is merely an employee.

Also visible is Naruto. And Ben Shapiro, who I chose to believe is also a cartoon.

Piccatinny

Decision paralysis at the offie?

That's the MGM lion.

I doubt he'd have lost his job over an Airsoft gun

Also it would make no sense to be carrying a fake assault rifle in narco heavy states.

Definitely the ACE SBR as @nick_h. stated earlier. If you see the still of the ambassador, his thumb is right by the cocking lever.

still of the former ambassador

FTFY.

He would’ve had to flag the driver, presumably also the person issued with the rifle, in the head 6” away. Then the woman recording laughing… Bizarre behaviour all around.

Maybe the victim thought it was real and had a panic? I suppose we'll never know, but the whole thing is a bit strange. Why wasn't the bodyguard holding the gun? Why did he let the ambassador play with it? Why is the ambassador sitting in the bodyguard's seat?

https://www.theguardian.com/media/article/2024/jun/02/rupert-murdoch-marries-elena-zhukova

Insert Mrs Merton Paul Daniels quote here

You'll like this, not a lot? ;)

Why wasn't the bodyguard holding the gun?

This is an old tale from the Constable Savage files. We did a Category A prisoner escort from Milton Keynes HMP Woodhill to Birmingham Crown Court. During this we were in three "full dress" traffic Vauxhall Omegas escorting the prison wagon. Anyway we delivered the prisoner to the court shaken but not stirred and went for brekkie at the big Brummie post office distribution centre. Because we had traffic cars and not ARVs there was no facility to lock the Glock 17s and MP5s away. This breakfast stop was a regular occurrence for our teams on this run. We went up in the lift to the dining room and got our "tray bender" breakfasts. We sat in there with the staff and ate up. We subsequently went down to the police cars parked out the front and got ready to leave when my sergeant said "Fuck! Where is my fucking H&K?". Suddenly the blood drained from his face "I've left it on the floor by the table!" and he ran to retrieve it. Thankfully it was all intact and no one need ever know about that.

You can trust posties! Did you ever put your guns on the floor in a public place, like a transport caff? In restaurants in Kabul there'd often be a table of bodyguards with rifles at their feet. Made me very nervous. Such a juicy target for a passerby with a grenade.

A friend was out drinking with belgian 5-0, quite a reasonable session and one of the belgians left his gun behind. Apparently it was a common enough occurrence for them to stick it behind the bar for him to collect the next day.

MP5s, LMT M4s and baton guns were almost always boxed up in the safe. We were permanently armed with our Glock 17s as our primary function was patrolling and visiting vulnerable locations like MPs and Royal residences on our area. You wouldn't want to be caught with your pants down and no shooter to hand. It was just this one series of Cat As where we had to eat tooled-up. I suppose having your gun on your feet is quite a good method of remembering it's there.

You wouldn't want to be caught with your pants down and no shooter to hand.

This actually reminds me of another Savage tale. Quite a few years ago the Royal Windsor Horse Show was held on Home Park Public on the rugby and football pitches alongside the river. In those days the elsan toilets provided for the visitors were made up of 8 triangular shaped cubicles attached to an octagonal tank full of elsan/shit/piss. My armed protection colleague, "Sarah", needed a wee so went to the toilets (her description follows) as she readied herself to sit upon the throne her Glock slipped from her pancake holster and plopped into the vat of e/s/p. Luckily for her, there was a gentleman on standby for pumping out duties and he was able to don some super long rubber gloves and do a lucky dip in the vat. A thorough rinse under the tap and it was back in service. Again as a footnote- Thankfully it was all intact and no one need ever know about that.