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and when our wussininny liberal society uses up all the cannon fodder of "real men" on the field of battle......they'll get their do......to be ruled and enslaved by those who have no time to bother with their nonsense words.
My Boys Like Shootouts. What's Wrong With That? (WashPost)
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GunnySkox
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When I was little, a friend of mine and I had an enormous proliferation of toy guns. Some of them were vaguely realistic (I went through seven or eight of this toy set from the day that included a black and brown 1911 and an AK-47, with the obligatory orange tips) and some were off the wall (I had this maroon NERF Crossbow that made an ideal laser rifle).
I hate people who try to force their children to fit their little bulls**t politically correct adrogynous Jell-O moulds. Trying to manipulate your children to fit what your political ideology says they ought to be (that is, the sexes indistinguishable from one another from the cradle to the grave) instead of what nature has made them and what history and experience have always shown them to be won't result in anything good.
Bastards.
~GnSx
I hate people who try to force their children to fit their little bulls**t politically correct adrogynous Jell-O moulds. Trying to manipulate your children to fit what your political ideology says they ought to be (that is, the sexes indistinguishable from one another from the cradle to the grave) instead of what nature has made them and what history and experience have always shown them to be won't result in anything good.
Bastards.
~GnSx
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Sad times we live in. Even sadder that parents like this aren't a recent phenomenom which means the thoughts and idealogies are deeply implanted in the minds of many.
I remember some 20yrs ago, my friend and I were playing with toy guns in his backyard. Now, these were no where near realistic looking. One was an 'assualt rifle' that looked like something out of StarWars and had a maroon/brick red body (and orange safety tip). The other could have passed for a stapler or a glue gun, resemebled NOTHING like an actual firearm. Both toys 'shot' hollow rubber 'bullets'. They were rubber, bullet shaped, but hollow. Could probably put a good sting on an eye, that was about it. Discharge was obtained by pumping air.
So, two kids, not even teenagers, having a rubber bullet and water balloon fight in my friends backyard. The first instance was a new kid that had moved in down the road from us. We all became friends and he'd be a frequent visitor during our 'battles'. Well, his mother pitched a fit something awful. There was no way she was going to let her child "act like a thug" and "play with guns". So, that was the last time Jimmy got to come over.
So fast forward three weeks from that. Back in the yard, water balloons and rubber bullets. Ya know ya gotta stay cool in Jersey summers. Anyway, now a nieghbor comes out and beckons us over. We then stand through a 10 minute diatribe about how guns are only for bad people and the police and how her brother was killed with a gun and no kids should ever be allowed to play with guns and people who play with guns become criminals....it went on and on until my friends mother came out and got the scoop. So after hearing what went on, she made my friend throw out his gun. Well, he ended up giving it to me but we were never allowed to play with any type of guns at his house. This particular nieghbor even got upset during a HS graduation party he had at his home and we all had brought 'SuperSoakers'. Too much.
I mean, it's just like anything else. You never want someone passing their prejudices off on to you, but what are you going to do? Here's the ironic twist...those two thugs that were playing with the toy guns; I've work a corp job and have been for the past 9 years for the same company and my other friend is a writer for ESPN and has been for 5 years or so I think. Jimmy, whose mother absolutely forbid him to play with guns, is serving a life sentence in Trenton, NJ for multiple armed robberies, eluding, resisting, and drug charges. Funny how things turn out.
I remember some 20yrs ago, my friend and I were playing with toy guns in his backyard. Now, these were no where near realistic looking. One was an 'assualt rifle' that looked like something out of StarWars and had a maroon/brick red body (and orange safety tip). The other could have passed for a stapler or a glue gun, resemebled NOTHING like an actual firearm. Both toys 'shot' hollow rubber 'bullets'. They were rubber, bullet shaped, but hollow. Could probably put a good sting on an eye, that was about it. Discharge was obtained by pumping air.
So, two kids, not even teenagers, having a rubber bullet and water balloon fight in my friends backyard. The first instance was a new kid that had moved in down the road from us. We all became friends and he'd be a frequent visitor during our 'battles'. Well, his mother pitched a fit something awful. There was no way she was going to let her child "act like a thug" and "play with guns". So, that was the last time Jimmy got to come over.
So fast forward three weeks from that. Back in the yard, water balloons and rubber bullets. Ya know ya gotta stay cool in Jersey summers. Anyway, now a nieghbor comes out and beckons us over. We then stand through a 10 minute diatribe about how guns are only for bad people and the police and how her brother was killed with a gun and no kids should ever be allowed to play with guns and people who play with guns become criminals....it went on and on until my friends mother came out and got the scoop. So after hearing what went on, she made my friend throw out his gun. Well, he ended up giving it to me but we were never allowed to play with any type of guns at his house. This particular nieghbor even got upset during a HS graduation party he had at his home and we all had brought 'SuperSoakers'. Too much.
I mean, it's just like anything else. You never want someone passing their prejudices off on to you, but what are you going to do? Here's the ironic twist...those two thugs that were playing with the toy guns; I've work a corp job and have been for the past 9 years for the same company and my other friend is a writer for ESPN and has been for 5 years or so I think. Jimmy, whose mother absolutely forbid him to play with guns, is serving a life sentence in Trenton, NJ for multiple armed robberies, eluding, resisting, and drug charges. Funny how things turn out.
Yea
Those parents who would pull their kids away from this guys kids would have LOVED me. I had my toy peacemaker cap guns. They were real metal, and looked very real. Or, my MAC10 full auto water gun (yea, it was battery operated, and the coolest thing ever)
Beware the jaberwalkie
Those parents who would pull their kids away from this guys kids would have LOVED me. I had my toy peacemaker cap guns. They were real metal, and looked very real. Or, my MAC10 full auto water gun (yea, it was battery operated, and the coolest thing ever)
Beware the jaberwalkie
RandyC
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I can't imagine growing up without the fantasy games of my childhood: playing cowboys or playing army.
And sometimes less is more. A carved out wooden 6-shooter and room to roam can turn into a wonderland of canyons in Apache country, shootouts with desperados and chases on horseback. Far better and more creative than staring into a computer screen, sitting on your butt and interacting in a game someone else created.
In high school, as part of a percussion ensemble, I remember going to the principal for permission to shoot a .410 blank into a garbage can as part of our percussion number before the student body. Can you imagine doing that today? Today I'd be sharing a padded cell with my parents.
The principal decided against it but he did give it some thought.
And sometimes less is more. A carved out wooden 6-shooter and room to roam can turn into a wonderland of canyons in Apache country, shootouts with desperados and chases on horseback. Far better and more creative than staring into a computer screen, sitting on your butt and interacting in a game someone else created.
In high school, as part of a percussion ensemble, I remember going to the principal for permission to shoot a .410 blank into a garbage can as part of our percussion number before the student body. Can you imagine doing that today? Today I'd be sharing a padded cell with my parents.
The principal decided against it but he did give it some thought.
Man! Some of those anti-gun zealots really push the frontiers of idiocy.
Me n' my best friends Geronimo and Cochise fought off a ton of troopers back in the day. We would catch 'em in the box canyons and blast 'em. Sometimes we would wander into a time warp and have to hunt dinosaurs. Life was real exciting as a kid!
Me n' my best friends Geronimo and Cochise fought off a ton of troopers back in the day. We would catch 'em in the box canyons and blast 'em. Sometimes we would wander into a time warp and have to hunt dinosaurs. Life was real exciting as a kid!
Axman
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A little note on cowboys & injuns, cops & robbers, army games.
When playing cowboys & injuns, we never had a big shoot 'em out battle. We always had the cowboys & injuns on the same side. We hunted fictitious buffalo, protected the range from outlaws. No one ever died or became wounded.
With the cops & robbers games we never split up into cop groups or robber groups. We stopped the fictitious robbers and saved the town. No one ever died or became wounded.
Army games were never split up either. We were all Americans and fought against fictitious enemies from countries that didn't exist. Our enemies were from places like Badmanland or something like that. No one ever died. Minor flesh wounds healed immediately. C'mon you can't expect to fight a war without getting shot!
BTW, every now and then I see little kids jackets that look like military fatigues or bomber jackets. Same goes for camouflage clothes. But do you ever see any kids actually wearing them?
When playing cowboys & injuns, we never had a big shoot 'em out battle. We always had the cowboys & injuns on the same side. We hunted fictitious buffalo, protected the range from outlaws. No one ever died or became wounded.
With the cops & robbers games we never split up into cop groups or robber groups. We stopped the fictitious robbers and saved the town. No one ever died or became wounded.
Army games were never split up either. We were all Americans and fought against fictitious enemies from countries that didn't exist. Our enemies were from places like Badmanland or something like that. No one ever died. Minor flesh wounds healed immediately. C'mon you can't expect to fight a war without getting shot!
BTW, every now and then I see little kids jackets that look like military fatigues or bomber jackets. Same goes for camouflage clothes. But do you ever see any kids actually wearing them?
Yeah, the kids across the street wear theirs all the time.
'Course, their dad is an Army dude.
pax
PS Caught my kids playing "French and Indians" the other day. "From the French & Indian war, Mom!" I was told scornfully, when I inquired as to the nature of the game.
'Course, their dad is an Army dude.
pax
PS Caught my kids playing "French and Indians" the other day. "From the French & Indian war, Mom!" I was told scornfully, when I inquired as to the nature of the game.
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LOL, that's funny!
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ummm deavis?
"You can skip the rest of what he wrote after reading this. He will merely try to rationalize his own shortcomings as a person and conclude that for some reason he can't figure it out. He simply projects his own issues onto the issue of children with guns. The problem isn't the children, it is him and every person like him who wants to live in a false reality that they must control to the last detail."
you might wanna take time to read what he wrote before posting. someone looks a lil silly.
contempt prior to investigation can do that
"You can skip the rest of what he wrote after reading this. He will merely try to rationalize his own shortcomings as a person and conclude that for some reason he can't figure it out. He simply projects his own issues onto the issue of children with guns. The problem isn't the children, it is him and every person like him who wants to live in a false reality that they must control to the last detail."
you might wanna take time to read what he wrote before posting. someone looks a lil silly.
contempt prior to investigation can do that
toivo
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We were a little more antisocial when I was a kid. We'd go into the woods with our toy guns and split up and stalk each other: Start from a central point and all head in opposite directions for a count of 100 or so, and then start sneaking back around. If you saw a guy before he saw you, you yelled "Bang," and he was dead: Back to base. Sort of like hide-and-seek meets "last man standing."
And none of us became serial killers.
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lil girls too
my 5 year old girl likes guns some not as much as some boys but she uses sticks and has bought her own toys with birthday money. and she is all about defending her pony goats and chicken from yotes bears (we had one pass through) and all the other wild animals. of course her idea of defending them is for me to sit up with night vision binocs and a 10-22.
my 5 year old girl likes guns some not as much as some boys but she uses sticks and has bought her own toys with birthday money. and she is all about defending her pony goats and chicken from yotes bears (we had one pass through) and all the other wild animals. of course her idea of defending them is for me to sit up with night vision binocs and a 10-22.
Reading this thread I really feel sorry for kids nowadays. I guess I was lucky living on the outskirts of a small but military town in the late sixties thru the seventies as a teen. Later on I got to know what east 9th street was all about. Playing army, riding dirt bikes, going fishing and hunting. Especially the inner city kids who have never been fishing or all the other things we did as kids. I was fortunate enough to move 30 miles away and raise our 4 kids in a similar fashion in a small town. Hell when the boys were old enough to drive by themselves "16" they would go shoot bluerock after school between sports practice. I wonder for example my youngest daughter who shot a 45-70 and several other guns under supervision when she was 13 and is now trying to balance college, cheerleading and a job. I hope I was able to help her understand the deference between fantasy, reality, responsibility and balance. I'm blessed to have 4 wonderful kids. But I do know that sometimes you have to let them experience on their own. Do I want them turning out like clones of myself. Absolutely not. I want them to be independent thinkers and be who THEY want to be. With just a little guidance.
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Cripes.
When I was a kid, we played "guns" all the time. Any manner of toy gun, squirt gun, whathaveyou would suffice. We even had rules for wounding, range, etc. Kind of like deathmatch, but more work.
Nowadays...I don't know. Heard a radio commerical for the "safe kids fair" where a presumably 1950s mother was letting her daughter ride her bike across town to get some "penny candy".
"What were we thinking??" the commerical cries after the skit ends.
In a lot of ways I was sheltered growing up, I guess. I never got involved in drugs, alcohol, or even tried a cigarette. Didn't start swearing until the 7th grade. But I had a lot of independence, too. No bedtime, no curfew, no restrictions on where I could go provided I informed my mom about it. When I was seventeen they let me road trip across the state by myself to visit a girl.
You know what? I'm better for all of that. I learned that if I kept out of trouble, my parents wouldn't hassle me with rules, restrictions, etc., and I'd have more personal freedom. Of course, when I *didn't* stay out of trouble...my mom was (is) a tough old broad. Got an arm on her, too...
EDIT: Little shop in a littler town called "Copper Harbor" used to sell, years ago, the finest hand-made toy guns I've ever seen. You know those M1903 Springfield drill rifles? I had one, about 2/3rds scale, of higher quality than the actual drill rifles used today seem to be. Leverguns, too.
*sigh*
When I was a kid, we played "guns" all the time. Any manner of toy gun, squirt gun, whathaveyou would suffice. We even had rules for wounding, range, etc. Kind of like deathmatch, but more work.
Nowadays...I don't know. Heard a radio commerical for the "safe kids fair" where a presumably 1950s mother was letting her daughter ride her bike across town to get some "penny candy".
"What were we thinking??" the commerical cries after the skit ends.
In a lot of ways I was sheltered growing up, I guess. I never got involved in drugs, alcohol, or even tried a cigarette. Didn't start swearing until the 7th grade. But I had a lot of independence, too. No bedtime, no curfew, no restrictions on where I could go provided I informed my mom about it. When I was seventeen they let me road trip across the state by myself to visit a girl.
You know what? I'm better for all of that. I learned that if I kept out of trouble, my parents wouldn't hassle me with rules, restrictions, etc., and I'd have more personal freedom. Of course, when I *didn't* stay out of trouble...my mom was (is) a tough old broad. Got an arm on her, too...
EDIT: Little shop in a littler town called "Copper Harbor" used to sell, years ago, the finest hand-made toy guns I've ever seen. You know those M1903 Springfield drill rifles? I had one, about 2/3rds scale, of higher quality than the actual drill rifles used today seem to be. Leverguns, too.
*sigh*
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