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Thursday, June 23, 2016

I Now Understand That I'm the Enemy

A group of men in their mid-30s, dressed in biking shorts and jerseys, stood around a gazebo built for travelers on the 300-mile trail, discussing where to end their day. The gunfire horrified them — but not in a duck-we're-under-attack way. Their reactions ranged from ridicule to misunderstanding to disgust and concluded with an assumption that they were unsafe around “these people” and it was time to move along.

In truth, the shots came from a local sportsmen's club. Most people around here consider the club members to be among the region's premier conservators; they stock the river every spring, lead clean-up crews along the trail, keep the deer population contained with their hunting and donate venison to needy families who can live off the meat of one buck for more than a year.
Oh, please read the whole thing.  If politicians were serious, they would do this.

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So, what are we left with?
Grandstanding by the liberal political class, a widening gulf between them and the “otherness” of gun owners and so much politicking over a tragedy that Americans turn away in disgust.

Yep.
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