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The Secret Footage of the N.R.A. Chief’s Botched Elephant Hunt
Weapon Advocates Maintain That Gun Control Is Hitting Your Target!!!
People who have reviewed secret footage of NRA executive vice-president Wayne LaPierre's alternately disgusting and comically pathetic attempt at playing Great White Hunter are either outraged-- or falling-down beside themselves laughing. For this post I'll set-aside the genuine issues over elephants being an endangered specie and concentrate on how the hell a guy who looks on the verge of a panic attack, a man who seems viscerally frightened with a large caliber weapon in his hands, can be a face of the National Rifle Association?
Reviewing the video I've made a couple of observations. Number One: It's obvious Wayne LaPierre has spent too long at the banquet table and not enough time at a gun range or reading the chapter "six easy ways to tame long gun recoil." He reminds me of one those old B & W sci-fi movies where a patrol of explorers on a tropical island accidently meet-up with a T-Rex. The low-budget actors of the early 1960s were evidently given no instructions how to hold a weapon or take a secure crouching stance before firing. Even when they shot blanks their guns changed direction up to 30-degrees. A viewer could be excused for thinking they had aimed at the T-Rex and accidently hit a pterodactyl that happened to be flying by. Wayne LaPierre was told to aim at the elephant's brain. Instead he may have hit Dumbo's testicles and trunk on his first and second firing attempts.
Number Two: Wayne LaPierre in the video is palpably nervous, tense, even frightened at the situation he finds himself in. To paraphrase Tom Wolfe's book The Right Stuff: to be frightened you gotta be scared!!! So much for the man in-charge of protecting this nation's macho gun advocates. A supposed champion for those who have posters hanging up in their shops and rec-room walls with a slogan of an heroic soldier's final words as he went to battle: If not me, then who? Their hero has turned-out to be nothing more than Barney Fife.
Back when men were men:
Weapon Advocates Maintain That Gun Control Is Hitting Your Target!!!
People who have reviewed secret footage of NRA executive vice-president Wayne LaPierre's alternately disgusting and comically pathetic attempt at playing Great White Hunter are either outraged-- or falling-down beside themselves laughing. For this post I'll set-aside the genuine issues over elephants being an endangered specie and concentrate on how the hell a guy who looks on the verge of a panic attack, a man who seems viscerally frightened with a large caliber weapon in his hands, can be a face of the National Rifle Association?
Reviewing the video I've made a couple of observations. Number One: It's obvious Wayne LaPierre has spent too long at the banquet table and not enough time at a gun range or reading the chapter "six easy ways to tame long gun recoil." He reminds me of one those old B & W sci-fi movies where a patrol of explorers on a tropical island accidently meet-up with a T-Rex. The low-budget actors of the early 1960s were evidently given no instructions how to hold a weapon or take a secure crouching stance before firing. Even when they shot blanks their guns changed direction up to 30-degrees. A viewer could be excused for thinking they had aimed at the T-Rex and accidently hit a pterodactyl that happened to be flying by. Wayne LaPierre was told to aim at the elephant's brain. Instead he may have hit Dumbo's testicles and trunk on his first and second firing attempts.
Number Two: Wayne LaPierre in the video is palpably nervous, tense, even frightened at the situation he finds himself in. To paraphrase Tom Wolfe's book The Right Stuff: to be frightened you gotta be scared!!! So much for the man in-charge of protecting this nation's macho gun advocates. A supposed champion for those who have posters hanging up in their shops and rec-room walls with a slogan of an heroic soldier's final words as he went to battle: If not me, then who? Their hero has turned-out to be nothing more than Barney Fife.
Back when men were men:
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