I have a huge discovery to share with you: Scotland is Pakistan.
consider:
The mountainous hinterland is filled with angry, bearded men dressed in women’s clothing who appear suspiciously close to their livestock. A delicacy based on mutton that the sheep didn’t know they had. Centuries of clan warfare and a “culture of honor” seemed to boil down to fratricidal violence and a perpetual dissatisfaction with everything. It was only under British rule that it excelled. A language equidistant from English.
The only significant difference is that, most importantly, the Scots are drunk.
