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Feb 18, 2013

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29 thoughts on “How good are guns? So good

  1. Ah yes, Mr Dog, we’re on the slippery slope.

    Next thing the POTUS kiddies will be allowed the access code to the Red Button – but they’ll be thoroughly trained (and required to pass a proper test) before programming it.

  2. I think we should allow control of animal pests in National Parks to professionals working for or hired by the National Park services, not enthusiastic amateurs, not the idiots who use road signs for target practice and certainly not kids.

  3. paddy: Leopards..as in the tanks or the spotted felines? ‘Cause if it’s OK by you, I’d prefer the 12 year old shooting at me to be using 12 gauge not 12cm smooth bore rounds.

  4. You won’t see me walking through NSW national parks now that congenital idiot O’Farrell has let loose the dogs of the Shooters Party.

    Where are the Sensitive New Age Cowpersons when you need ’em?

  5. Relax rhwombat. Of course I meant those cuddly spotted felines.

    After all, there’s simply nothing to equal the joys of camping in a National Park.
    You know. That special thrill of waking up to the sound of birdsong,
    untroubled by the nagging whine of 12 year olds.

    And all because a friendly Leopard called by for dinner late in the night.

  6. DROVER’S CAT: What is it about Coalition governments that welcomes shooters and opens national parks to caravans? The midget-brained Ted Baillieu-Premier of Victoria, in lockstep with the National Party-who won him the election-have prostrated themselves in order to accommodate the ‘Shooters’ mob-I will not call them sporting.

    Just when it looked as if VIC might institute a law banning duck shooters there was an election which Baillieu only just won. Now we’re opening our parks to cheap motels and caravans as well as being allowed to shoot anything that moves.

  7. As you say – it’s all fun ’til someone gets killed (even with a cross-bow) – then we can have a game of “Whose Fault Was it Anyway?” – wot cood possumbly go rong?

    [“Deliverance from Evil” …. just in case!]

  8. I like Paddys idea. Lets arm the ferals so they can defend themselves from the shooters.
    Carefully planned and with appropriate funding, they could wipe each other out. A win win for the environment and the rest of us who don’t need guns and who don’t want to hunt in inappropriate places like National Parks.

  9. 12 yr-olds with guns in national parks, what a ripper idea.

    Here’s another one, equally as good: on every public holiday O’Farrell’s cabinet should convene outdoors in one of these allocated parks. That’d test their mettle.

  10. As the description of the grisly deed in frame 5 shows us, it’s not guns that kill, it’s hands. The opposable thumb and the species that possesses it will be the death of us all.

  11. um, so Steve, are we talking Ursus ursus or simply hairy blokes with chaps (so to speak)? Though the thought of koalas with firearms does have a certain fearful symmetry.

  12. Best thing I heard today was on ABC, in an interview with the head honcho of one of the pro gun thingies. He corrected the interviewer when he called guns “weapons” .They are guns. Perhaps shooting implements would be better. I am sure the animals and humans shot and maimed by “guns” appreciate this correction

  13. Hmm, a gentle soul I knew a long time ago had a similar experience to young FDOTM.. Though it didn’t stop him emptying the magazine of a semi-auto .22 rifle into his wife. Last person you’d imagine doing such a thing.

  14. There also used to be a dog food product the shape and size of a small licorice all-sort that fitted perfectly into an air rifle. Rubber bullets for little tackers. Not that I ever . . .

  15. Holden, that’s a ringin’ in mah ears. Working with demented folks myself too, I can hear it. In a way I feel guilty sometimes when a certain patient unloads on me in a mix of ol’ timer slang and the “f” word, it’s a good as I can do not to die laughing.

  16. I only visit occasionally, and have relatives who work in aged care. Delicious, those occasions, and that job has to have some upsides.

    My joy is deciding when to play redneck and when cosmopolitan sophisticate. Nothing like a good clash of cultures to get a dinner party going.