Lurking danger and fear-induced political manipulation


Our ducks and geese are about seven weeks old now. They are fully feathered out and could be released onto our large pond, but they won’t be yet.


A few weeks ago Phil removed a rather large snapping turtle from the pond and took it down to the creek and released it.


Snapping turtles will happily eat the feet right off ducks and even eat the whole duck if they’re big enough.  They’ll snap at people too, and have a powerful bite, so I was glad he got it out of there.

However, he later found several more baby snappers in the pond…


…and then a few days ago he saw a huge snapper swimming across the pond.  He tried to catch it with the skimmer net, but the snapper broke it immediately, so he ordered a snapping turtle trap online.  Anybody got a good recipe for turtle soup? 🙂

Then, earlier today, while we were working outside, he suddenly called me over to see something he had caught and put into a bucket at the edge of the pond.


It was a massasauga rattlesnake, the only poisonous snake in Michigan.  Bummer.  He killed the snake and disposed of it.  He felt bad about having to kill it as massasaugas are generally shy and relatively nonaggressive, but we can’t have poisonous snakes living in the pond right by the house (they’re welcome to live out in our marshland so long as they stay there).

I really appreciate my husband handling lurking dangers and scary stuff and killing things that need killing. Fellow blogger Ton used to say that what it means to be a man is the ability to engage in violence, but I think perhaps a more positive way of looking at it is to say that being a man means having the ability to engage in necessary violence to protect one’s own family, animals and property.  But actually I am not really sure you can boil down the essence of masculinity or femininity to just one thing.

But I sure do know the absence of masculinity when I see it.  This description of some journalist getting “a form of PTSD” (lol) from shooting an AR-15 is just cringe-worthy:

Squeeze lightly on the trigger and the resulting explosion of firepower is humbling and deafening (even with ear protection).  The recoil bruised my shoulder, which can happen if you don’t know what you’re doing. The brass shell casings disoriented me as they flew past my face. The smell of sulfur and destruction made me sick. The explosions — loud like a bomb — gave me a temporary form of PTSD. For at least an hour after firing the gun just a few times, I was anxious and irritable.

If the guy has a wife, I feel awfully bad for her.  It must feel terrible to know your man is not just unable but unwilling to be your protector.  But even worse is when he writes:

…if masculinity is defined by the power to commit violence on a wide scale, I proudly choose femininity. At one time, “being a man” meant standing up for what you believe in — and against injustice. By that definition, we need more real men in power taking on bullies like the NRA, which seeks to bolster the Second Amendment by shutting down opponents’ right to the First.

Dude, you’re not feminine, you’re just a coward.   Or as Pancake Loach said:

Kuntzman should shut his trap […] As a member of the feminine sex, I can testify that we don’t want any shrieking eunuchs like him hiding behind our skirts.

But now that we have had a laugh at his masculinity, let me say what I think the real point of this article was. He was clearly trying to write a shock piece to induce fear in people who have never had any experience with any sort of firearm.  You can tell this because of how disingenuous he is with some of what he writes about his experience. For example:

Even in semi-automatic mode, it is very simple to squeeze off two dozen rounds before you even know what has happened.

 Well, no. Actually, a semi automatic rifle can’t shoot a bunch of rounds before you even know what happened. With a semi automatic firearm, one trigger pull equals one bang. If it shoots two dozen rounds, it’s because you pulled the trigger two dozen times. But people reading the New York Daily News will think ARs are basically  fully automatic machine guns and be terrified enough to support a totally unnecessary ban. Kuntzman’s piece was meant to induce fear in readers because frightened people are easily politically manipulated.


16 thoughts on “Lurking danger and fear-induced political manipulation

  1. Yeah, you have to wonder. My late wife, who was never physically large, had a .243 rifle and an automatic (actually a semi-automatic) Browning 20 gauge shotgun. She shot many ducks and geese, but clearly preferred others did the killing. Likewise she only ever killed one deer, but faithfully bought her licenses and hunted with me with the knowledge that I would kill them. Because that girl loved wild meat, particularly liver, and especially if I cooked it with onion gravy and mashed potatoes. And, she had no problem whacking fish on the head in our boat, but hey again she loved eating fresh fish. So maybe, just maybe, girls really, really, really like good tasty provisions ;-D

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  2. I don’t know how you are going o get the snapping turtles out of your pond other than over a long time with patience and diligence.
    Any good recipe for turtle soup is going to be very old. As a kid, we did eat a t Trader Vic’s and that’s what we had. Try there?
    About the PTSD victim, I think that he is trying to sell a bill of goods. The natural response to firing a weapon like that on full rock and roll is that it is, in the words of Gene Stossel, “A blast!”
    When he was still working for ABC. Colt took him to their downstairs firing range to test an old model M-16. That was his reaction. The “PTSD victim” is not a coward, he is worse, corrupted by politics.

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  3. Again you have to wonder. My wife moved across more than half a continent looking for her “cowboy.” Her idea of fish were fish sticks on Fridays, our real first date was to go fishing in my mountain lake…yeah, okay, it is now a damned provincial park ;-D

    Anyway, I advised her to show up at my place so she could have a good breakfast. But hey, in those days, few girls ever admitted to any strong drives…and none have ever have listened ;-D

    So anyway I put five pounds of spuds, a can of Danish bacon, plus a can of good pork and beans with molasses in the jeep, fishing gear, and the canoe. By about eleven she was starving, so we went to the shore, started a fire, fried half a dozen bacon slices to get the grease, gave her most of them, got her to help slice the spuds, and heat the beans, then started cooking the fish. Well, she had her first high quality fish with a touch of salt, pepper, and a squeeze of lemon…and then that girl had the world with a downhill pull, she already liked me, but I always think she first loved me from that day on ;-D

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  4. Here’s a copy of my comment on the matter at Dalrock:

    “From my first read of the original article, it never occurred to me that this was cynical propaganda piece. It seems to me that these kinds of articles are written by people who, at the very least believe that this is what they are supposed to say, and probably actually experience what they are describing

    That is to say, they have never fired a weapon of any kind and so having no frame of reference the slight bump you feel on your shoulder from an AR platform rifle should be quite harrowing.

    It is also a function of low insight. In therapy, we often ask patients to rate their internal discomfort on a scale of 1-10, sometimes called “SUDS” (Subjective Units of Distress). Patients who have a very low internal locus of control and poor coping mechanisms often rate everything as a “10.” This is because they have never been asked to introspectively rate and perceive the difference between a 3 and 5 for example. The writer here is doing something similar. In fact, he was primed to experience this at first sight of the weapon.

    The article also appears to be an attempt to say “anyone who enjoys this sensation must be a violent psychopath.” This is also part of the now defunct narrative that anyone to the right of Oliver Stone is crazy, paranoid and stupid.

    Finally, there is no such thing as “temporary PTSD.” I have spent an entire career trying to “guard” the diagnoses in that spectrum from this kind of nonsense, because the credibility of the profession and the term itself is at stake. There are those who actually have PTSD from real trauma and are entitled to our compassion.”

    Also, you and Mychael need to compare notes on the duck thing.

    We now have quite a little hobby farm going.

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  5. “…if masculinity is defined by the power to commit violence on a wide scale, I proudly choose femininity.”

    Uh no, we’d rather not have him either! We girls grew up killing chickens, rabbits, salmon. I’ve totally slaughtered more than a few fish before. We used to call it light work, as in the women take care of the small game, the men’s light work, while they bring home the bigger things, deer, elk. Except for snakes and rats. Girls don’t do snakes and rats, and probably not snapping turtles either.

    My husband is very good at bringing calm to storms and easing our political fears. All our fears, really.

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    • I don’t do snakes, rats, or snappers, but one of our daughters finds the snapping turtles quite interesting. She helped her dad to get rid of the first big one, and I have caught her down there with a net trying to fish out little ones herself.

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  6. LOL. I was 12 when my older brother took the family shooting. I shot an AR-15 and a 30-06 and a few handguns and a shotgun.

    It was quite a rush. I was surprised at the recoil and it did lightly bruise my shoulder. But PTSD? Come on.

    BTW, my mother turned out to be an EXCELLENT shot.


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