Libercontrarian

Crushed between the wheels of capitalism and big government.

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Gun owner. Married. Ex-Navy.

A Christian, but not too sinless. Foul-mouthed, sarcastic, a little self-righteous. Sometimes angry. Jocluar. A bit of a crusader. A great friend. A pretty decent American.


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Sunday, 18 September 2005
The Mark Of The Fuddite

Are you a Fuddite?

This guy sells to Fuddites (taken from article about Sarah Brady's troubles):

Meanwhile, John Massey, owner of Shooter's Supply in New Castle, is doing a brisk business -- in hunting equipment, not quasi-military rifles.

"We do a little bit of [business in assault-type guns], but it's not our main deal here," said Massey, who will order such a weapon if a customer asks.

"We prefer to carry the higher-quality guns," he said.

Found in the gunshows all across America, the Fuddite pursues his bolt-action, wood-stocked 40-year-old Remington with a zeal known only to a few gun owners. He can be seen on the range in October, often firing 3 -5 rounds, then packing up and heading for home, confident "his rig" will bag him a deer or an elk, and that nothing will go wrong with the rifle on the shoot. Often, the Fuddite can be found staring diconsolately at other gun owners who have weapons he disapproves of, like self-loading arms. "Whatcher need all dem bullits fer, son? Cain't you gits him onna' firs' shot?" he'll ask, a barely contained sneer apparent to all on his face.

The Fuddite is a steadfast defender of The Second Amendment, in which the government gives hunters the right to take game every October and November. He also drives $35K trucks into the woods, wears Blaze Orange and Camo "like they wuz goin' outta style," and can sometimes be found in a state of inebrieation, if a hunt is not yielding game.

As it is near fall, keep an eye out for the elusive Fuddite. He should appear at your local Gun Scam Show any time, now!

posted by: underwhelmed at September 18, 2005 19:34 | link | comments (2) |


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#1  24 September 2005 - 09:51
 
You can call me Ray, or you can call me Jay, but you doesn't has to call me Elmer Fudd.

You wascally wabbit!

How's that for mixed metaphors!
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#2  27 September 2005 - 18:45
 
Freakish, but kinda funny.
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