For those who’ve read my screeds via TownHall.com or via my own website, ClashDaily.com, you know that I’m an unapologetic cheerleader for hunting. It’s not the only thing I write about, but OMG when I do, boy … do I gush like a schoolgirl.
However, not everyone is cool with hunting like the planet's population used to be since the dawn of man. Hunters are becoming a rare breed in this increasingly wussified, paranormal culture of political correctness. Thanks to Disney movies, hunting nowadays is about as popular as a bacon sandwich is to a Boko Haram.
Yep, that which used to be a given within our American milieu is barely tolerated by the intolerant “tolerant” amongst us. If you’re a hunter, or a non-hunter who gets the role of hunting for the conservation of both land and species, then you’re looked upon by the ubiquitous bunny lovers with a glare that is one part bewilderment and one part disdain.
So … why do the anti-hunters and those who’re punch drunk with their propaganda hate hunting and hunters so much? Heck if I know. But I’m pretty certain it has not as much to do with actually killing and eating animals as it does with owning firearms. Sure the PETA freaks will caterwaul that it’s all about them not digging us putting the bam to Bambi, but if you follow the money you’ll probably find out that they’re funded by a Leftist agenda that has a bigger game plan in play.
The control freaks, you see, aren’t comfortable when the people they are trying to oppress own weapons, so they have to whiz on activities which afford these serfs the skill and the tools to say, “Back the blank off.” But that’s a topic for another book. (Matter of fact, I covered that topic in my last book, The Sandy Hook Massacre: When Seconds Count, Police Are Minutes Away. What a coincidence.)
The group that I do not get, who should know better, who’re becoming increasingly anti-hunting at the speed of sound are … Christians, or at least those who call themselves Christians.
You’d think that Christians would have as their guide the Scripture framing their life’s glide path but alas … nah. The reason being? Well, it’s primarily predicated upon Christians not reading the Bible, in its entirety, but rather getting their worldview from some metrosexual pastor who takes his cue from Shakira, or some hipster twit that has a fawn for a pet, or some commie running their Poli-Sci class at Tallahassee Junior College, or some lesbian misandrist who’s decided she’s going to rail against everything Rosie O’Donnell doesn’t do. In my humble opinion, it’s a shame and a sin that Christians look to Justin Bieber more than Jeremiah for life’s answers.