...Especially after you subtract out how many of those hits are bandwagon journalists or 'Progressive activists' like SPLC checking on the Dread Enemy.
Let me tell you my experience with these groups.
I would run into them at the firing range at the sports club I belonged to and was not impressed, just sad that they really believed they were protecting the country but scared shitless of my dog.
We don't have groups like the Weatherman today, so far, YET.
Most of these weenies are in the groups as a hobby. Most started out playing war games with the paint ball, but, darn those balls HURT when they hit you in an unpaded place.
One group of people pulled up one day when there was just about 4 people including me and hubby at the range. An out of state expensive SUV pulls up with 5 people in it.
First out was a woman with a fanny the size of the back end of a school bus. She gets out, shucks off her jacket and is carrying 3 or four holsters with arms all nicely tied down.
The driver and 3 young men get out, all have there heads shaved as clean and shiny as a new baby's bottom. They proceded to unload a darn arsenal of gun cases and the weapons were awe some.I had never before seen weapons like what they were toting about.
At this point Hubby mentioned it was time we went home, but for some reason I was getting interested in this tribe.
The woman was out there shooting hand guns with both hands like in a western movie, the men kept glancing at my Rottie tied to a tree 30 feet away.
One of the boys/men came to me and asked me to put the dog in the jeep, I told him the dog was in training not to react to sudden noises. [FACT].
WELL. that woman who turned out to be their Mother put the boys and her old man ? to shame, she reminded me of the folks that live in TNN. that can shout the eye out of a crow at great distance. She was very good, much better with her hand guns then the men with these very expensive weapons----Darn a few of them looked like they were something out of Star Wars and the rounds were huge.
By now Hubby who was raised on the streets of a nasty town was getting itchier to go home. Me, I was having the time of my life, I sat with my dog under a tree with the shot gun I was learning to controll with the leash in my hand.
Poor Hubby, he was about to crap his pants everytime I walked down to talk to these people about their arms, taking the dog with me.
I had got there first with my dog I was training to handle sudden loud noises, if the dog scared them, what the heck if they had shot my dog I would have shot them the creeps.
I have no fear of these collective so called patriots, it is the single person that goes nuts that scares the knickers off me.
Any group of people armed to the teeth that becomes uneasy when an old lady and her dog show up at a firing range are not going to bother anyone, just keep blasting away at stationary targets and keep one eye out for a hoard of old folks with frothing at the mouth Poodles and calm, trained big dogs.
Darn if I can find an Attack rabbit----Run away, Run Away.
The most dangerous people are the lone or semi-lone nut case that takes things into their own hands.
