Dana Milbank:
The days are growing colder, and soon millions of American hunters will pursue a time-honored tradition. They will load their automatic weapons with armor-piercing bullets, strap on silencers, head off to the picnic grounds on nearby public lakes — and start shooting.
If you do not immediately recognize this pastime as part of America’s heritage, then you are sadly out of step with the current Republican majority in Congress. On Tuesday, a House panel takes up the “Sportsmen’s Heritage and Recreational Enhancement Act of 2017,” which promises “to protect and enhance opportunities for recreational hunting, fishing and shooting.”
Among these recreational enhancements:
●Allowing people to bring assault guns and other weapons through jurisdictions where they are banned.
●Rolling back decades-old regulations on the use of silencers.
●Protecting the use of armor-piercing bullets.
●Easing importation of foreign-made assault rifles.
●Protecting the practice of baiting birds with grain as they migrate and then mowing them down.
But more and more hunters are finding that conventional earplugs and muffs are not adequate for today’s weapons — for example, quail hunting with an M777 howitzer or grouse hunting with an FIM-92 Stinger missile launcher.
Hmm … Quail hunting with a Howitzer. Poor, poor Dana Milbank. Poor, metrosexual, hand-wringing, paranoid, bed wetter Dana Milbank. Hey, I notice that you have a history of asking people to write your articles for you. Did you get Jennifer Mascia or someone else at Everytown to write this one for you, Dana?
If you don’t know that it’s always time to enjoy the shooting sports in America, you’re not out of step with the GOP. They couldn’t care less. You’re out of step with most of the American public in “flyover country.” You’re a chattering class resident of the beltway. You eat the food that the dirt people grow, so you depend on the dirt people for your very life.
And if you don’t like the idea of killing geese, you can let them ensconce in your yard and foul it up. They can’t walk two steps without shitting. Mean, nasty critters. I hate them.
