One of the key skills in being a Scottish male, and more importantly a Glaswegian male, is being able to go full-tilt loony. Lots of ways to do it. Start talking to yourself. Stand up suddenly and make with a Sioux incantation. If you want to go all in, crap your own pants while making a face and yipping at the head asshole.
This skill was honed somewhat in the Bronx in the late 90s. Basically, the only way to look like someone who is willing to maim someone for no reason at all is to be willing to be that person. Not a great feeling in truth, but nobody’s ever quite laid a hand on me. Worked in B’more too, and a few other places.
These guys are frauds. Actual hard men don’t act out, don’t get carried away over shite they’ve read on the internet. These pricks are all carrying around garden variety neuroses that have been monetized by hate-preachers. They are high on ego, and dumb enough to be led by Trump. They are video game Nazis and unimpressive to my mind.
Imagine how far up the Grand Concourse they’d get.
Bing.