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In defense of AR-15 Bushmaster 'assault rifles'

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We’ve had to listen ad nauseam to the anti-gun mob whine endlessly how so-called “assault rifles” can’t be used for hunting.

Says who?

I readily admit that I’m no hunter, but I never knew deer were so discerning in regards to what type of weapons caused their demise.

Seriously… if a 5.56mm/.223 caliber round is speeding at 3,100 fps toward Bambi’s noggin, I doubt it’s going to magically stop inches before the Pink Cloud.

Will it say to itself “HEY! I’m not a 300 Winchester Magnum… I’m not suppose to whack this buck!”? Will the deer be somehow less dead if it’s shot by an AR-15?

We’re Suppose To Listen To Liberal, Why?

I’ve already pointed out that these anti-gun doofi (plural for doofus) don’t even understand the bare basics of what exactly constitutes an assault weapon and what doesn’t.

Those jokers don’t even know the difference between a magazine and a clip.

While I’m At It…

Why can’t I have a 30 round magazine?

Counting the single round I have in the chamber, I have 31 copper jacketed drops of love that need to make their presence known. You never know what may be in the general area after any given hunter blows Bambi’s brains out.

If it were I with shoulder firmly placed into the butt stock, I have a split second to place the below listed in my sight alignment/sight picture and start squeezing out rounds before they scurry off:

  • Other deer.
  • Squirrels.
  • Bushes.
  • The sky.
  • Big Foot.
  • My foot.
  • The Abominable Snowman.
  • The Loch Ness Monster.
  • Eight tiny reindeer.
  • Al-Qaeda.
  • Crack maniacs.
  • A rusted out 1972 Ford Pinto.
  • Empty beer bottles lined up on a fence rail.
  • Trees.
  • Pooh Bear.
  • Tigger.
  • Eeyor.
  • Hello Kitty.
  • The Constitution (why not, ours isn’t being used).

Tim Whiteman is a retired Master Sergeant of Marines who writes this commentary with tongue firmly placed in cheek.

His hunting experience consists of freezing his derrière off in a South Carolina tree stand during the Winter of 1984.

After missing a doe with a 7mm Chilean Army surplus Mauser bolt action rifle, Tim threw his rifle in the doe’s general direction and scared off the rest of the herd, thusly ruining the hunt for all concerned.

T. Kevin Whiteman is a retired Master Sergeant of Marines. He is the founder of the blog Unapologetically Rude and has written for Examiner and other blogs.

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