42 Replies to “The Children Are Our Future”

  1. It isn’t an knife fight if one person has a knife and the other is unarmed. In that case, it’s a knife attack,..

    1. Yup. Giving people something to strive for from an early age is racist and discriminatory.

      I recall when I was finishing elementary school, one of my buddies at the time was allowed to join the “smarter” group and I wondered what I had to do to qualify. Did I feel intimidated or diminished because he was in that group and I wasn’t? Of course not, partly because I didn’t think I would ever be good enough. We remained pals for a few more years until he moved away because his father, a clergyman, accepted a call to a different congregation.

      It wasn’t until a few years later that I started showing some academic prowess.

      3. Kenji

        The lowest common denominator.
        Kinda Like “common core” no..??

        Although we did not have a dedicated name up here in Chinada , that is precisely what our UNIONIZED Teacher Federations have rammed down our Kids throats.

        No ZEROS allowed..
        No one allowed to WIN or FAIL
        Participation Medals all round.

        MARXISM

      4. No one is more inferior than those who insist upon being equal – Friedrich Nietzsche

  3. In my day we used .22 rifles for shooting gophers. That’s why in WW1 and WW2 we were the best soldiers on the battlefield. There were some rare pre-teens who shot at each other but we considered them a bit wonkey.

    1. My preference was a 22 magnum when out on the trap line. You could pop off a Partridge by aiming at its neck(a little lazy in the sighting distance for head shot) and still can knock down a Bear.
      Just make sure when it falls from a tree, it doesn’t have a y in it…takes more work chopping down the damn tree then.

      And your right, the Military weapons were not difficult to get used to.

      1. I didn’t carry any firearms out on a geological job. A rock hammer was just as effective thrown sideways, neck high at short range worked. Frankly, I’d rather eat Pike than Spruce Hens, though. They tended to taste like the trees they hung out in. A strange tasting, sprucey, liver-like flavor. And tough, even after letting them hang a bit.

  4. What decent Beotch fight doesn’t end in a good stabbing?

    OTOH … Beotches are only 11% of our population, but commit 35% of all stabbings (65% of all MacDonalds lobby stabbings). The racial disparity is troubling. Dem white girls are weak ass punks.

  5. That was some of the better mockery I have ever read. But seriously, the only question any of us really ask; is getting stabbed as painful as it looks?

    1. Yes. But it only hurts when you pull the blade out. Shock is a wonderful thing.

    1. Most probably it was that West Side Story “knife fight” scene that scared Canadian politicians into banning switchblades.

      Not unlike when they watched Enter the Dragon, freaked out in their living rooms and then banned nunchucks and throwing stars. Two of the most useless personal “weapons” in existence.

      1. They saved us from all the drive-by nunchukings and assault ninja starring. If they haven’t everyone would be throwing ninja stars at everyone else.

        Don’t forget butterfly knives (the most useless knives in existence) are banned too because Hong-Kong action cinema.

  7. Massachusetts. 1969. Me and friend, 13-14?, walking down the road with .22′ rifles.
    Cop car comes other way, stops, cop asks from window where you boys going?
    The pond to shoot frogs.( poor things thinking of it now ).
    OK, just shoot low. Drives off.

    1. The cop didn’t hang around because he was probably in the process of chasing Ted Kennedy.

  8. 1965, October…12 years old, Smokey the dog, the trails around the family cottage and the old man’s 20 gauge Mossberg. Memories were made from moments like this. Damn, I miss that dog.

  9. What happened? When I was 11-12 my Dad bought me a Cooey single shot model 75. My brother and I could cut off wooden matches stuck in fence posts with that thing. That was 60 years ago.
    I taught my kids to shoot with that gun, gave it to my one son and he taught all his kids. Thing is still deadly accurate and 2 weeks ago I shot a gopher with it with iron sights at 75 yds. They are just starting to come out around here.
    What happened? My Father taught me gun safety, and responsibility for my actions. We knew not to touch any firearm without permission, we knew never to touch his straight razor it was not hidden it was always in the same place in the bathroom cabinet, beside his shaving brush and shaving mug.
    We knew to never touch his personal axe, so sharp you could literally shave with it as well.
    What happened is a couple of generations were raised with out respect or responsibilities, and when he taught us these things we somehow knew we were being welcomed into the beginning of manhood, and did not want to betray that trust or responsibility..
    Pussified

    1. Yes, I agree…
      Kids today, if the internet went off or a power outages go into pure meltdown.
      Can’t take them anyplace without addiction generating negative behavior when away from it even for a few minutes.
      Try to get reality back in is a real bitch when our media and politicians want the opposite.
      You start questioning your own reality at times until our government keeps doing stupid stuff.
      Even when you show the errors or mistakes, your still starting to look like the nutbar.
      And they keep following the media and governments narrative.

  10. Growing up in the late 50’s I graduated from BB guns, to pellet guns to 22’s. Never forget the day when my buddy and I came out of the bush next to our house and I proudly walked up to my uncle and said that I had bagged 11 birds that morning. My uncle, who I loved so much, looked at me, and quietly said that was 11 birds we would never hear sing again. While I continued to hunt birds for a while longer my heart was no longer in it. I inherited my Dad’s 30/30 but never used it to hunt.

    Today we regularly have elk, deer and bear wander thru our property. Our place is alive with birds. I get more pleasure at watching this wild life than almost anything else. God’s creation.

    1. Over sixty five years ago I almost took the head off a happily twittering sparrow with a carefully selected pebble from my self-made forked branch catapult. The elation of the hit was but fleeting. The ensuing guilt will haunt me for eternity.

      1. Well I hunted for meat all my life and still do. That .22 Cooey put rabbits in Mom’s rabbit pies, and she also liked pidgeon’s so pidgeon and game birds such partridge and grouse. And not one second’s guilt. Because we did not wantonly kill. Just for killing. That would have been out of bounds and instead of a guilt trip, it would be a kick in the ass and no more hunting until we could be trusted again and we knew that, that was the rules. Eradicate pests and hunt for food, which included squirrel at times. So nothing to ever feel guilt about, I enjoyed eating meat and still do today.
        No guilt trip but real consequences.

        1. @Watcher I have no guilt about killing an animal for food — I had to chop off the heads of chickens for the family dinner on my dad’s farm, and help out with butchering the hogs we raised. Some of the best meals I’ve eaten were venison, moose, wild duck, Canada goose, and pheasant. Also I have no qualms about killing vermin like rats and mice.
          However I can identify a little with HarryR about the sparrow. The first living thing I shot with a 22 happened to be a yellow-headed blackbird in a tree. When I went over to look at it, the pleasure I had in making a good shot evaporated. I buried that pretty little bird and never shot another animal for fun with that 22.
          Sparrows were a nuisance and my older brothers used our BB gun to eliminate them around the granaries, but after I shot one and went over to dispose of it I had a similar reaction to when I killed the blackbird. It wasn’t beautiful like the blackbird but it seemed wrong to kill something for no good reason. They weren’t doing that much harm.
          I can only imagine what it must be like for a soldier to kill another human being, even in a just war. That and seeing their comrades and civilians killed must haunt many of them.

          1. Our family used to have relatives in the Edmonton area. My father and I, along with my uncle and cousin, used to shoot gophers.

            Looking back, I have a similar feeling. The poor critters never did me any harm, nor did we hunt them for food. Idiocy…..

            That’s one reason why, at my house in Fort St. John, all critters are welcome unless they become a nuisance. (Ants, for example, get special treatment to make them know that they’re squatting.)

            Two years ago, I had a tree removed in my back yard. Among the debris were the remains of a bird (a blue jay, I think). I gave it a decent burial.

    2. I never got beyond BBs and my first and only theft was a bag of shot in a hardware store.

      At around 12 y.o. one day in the woods close to our house I shot and killed 3 little birds (chickadees?) in rapid succession. Feeling bad about it, I never killed anything since. I even make a practice to shoo insects out of the house when feasible. Was walking one day with a friend who told me to watch out for the slug saying it deserves to live as well. I was mightily impressed and wholeheartedly agreed.

      I’m sensing a lot of eye-rolling at the moment.

      1. Had a .22 Cooey since I was 9 yr old, killed countless gophers, squirrels, crows etcetera over the years until I had a car at 16 and obviously other interests. No regrets, it’s what kids do, or at least used to do, hunt small game for sport. I hunted plenty of deer & moose from around 18 to 35 years, all for food primarily, with the sporting aspect as a side benefit.

        Today I wouldn’t kill anything unless it was for survival necessities, at least I have the confidence to do so. That said I’ve had a lifelong interest in firearms and continue sport shooting regularly.

        To each their own, my view is that Bourgeoisie lifestyles of modern western culture are in for a shock one day when they realize it’s a hard cruel world out there that hasn’t changed attitude in 10,000 years, regardless of cell phones and selfies.

        1. it’s a hard cruel world out there

          A few years ago, in my neighbourhood here in Edmonton, there was a crow flying round carrying something in its claws. I suspect it might have been a mouse and it was shrieking in terror.

          There wasn’t a whole lot I could do about it and it reminded me that life for wild animals can be nasty, brutish, and short.

          1. “….it reminded me that life for wild animals can be nasty, brutish, and short.”

            Not just wild animals, but for people in places other than comfy middle class bubbles. The “Enemy at the Gates” is as true today as it was during Nazi occupations and the ancient Roman frontier.

            Safe comfortable societies are not histories norm, nor are they in many other parts of today’s world. Softening that reality with our current and future generations is historically disastrous.

          2. Softening that reality with our current and future generations is historically disastrous.

            We can thank Disney and nature documentaries for creating the warm and fuzzy image about wild animals.

    1. I disagree, best line is: “And, given the turnover, I also learned how to make new friends.”

  12. I remember as a small child being given a .22 rifle, but being considered too young to be trusted with it, I wasn’t allowed to have any ammunition so I just had to beat my brother to death with the rifle butt. Good times.

  15. C’mon folks we need to cut the knife fighters a little slack. You never know when someone is having a bad day:

    “Yet, on CNN and MSNBC, hosts and guests insisted that Officer Reardon could have waited and that knife fights are common between teenagers. CNN guest and Rutgers University associate professor Brittany Cooper declared that “no Black person is truly going to be safe if we cannot be having a bad day, if we cannot defend ourselves when we think we’re gonna get jumped.”

    https://thehill.com/opinion/criminal-justice/550088-the-difficult-realities-of-lethal-force

    Perhaps the officer saved the girl in pink and her friend a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day?
    In the future should the police be armed with knives so there can be a fair fight? Unarmed black men and cops can only fist fight.
    Gang values and defunded police are the only way out of idiot criminals getting themselves killed, plus ratings for CNN.

  16. *
    “knife fights are common between teenagers”

    sure… remember back, you were a kid and
    all your friends were getting shanked?

    YEAH… ME NEITHER

    *

    1. I bought my first .22 in a Canadian Tire in Saskatoon at age 27, the other I found earlier…. a survival gun, single shot, some Paiute “forgot” or dropped in the bush. Took a bit of work to get the action going and found there was a round already up the spout. Cleaned it up fired it a few times and sold it to another Paiute trapper dude. I already had a 30-06 and 12 Ga at 16 years. Walk into any Crappy Tire then and buy them, plus the ammo in the 60’s.
      I gave up hunting after being shot at too many times wearing red coveralls. Close enough once that a barrage of shots rained twigs and leaves as I ate a bit of dirt. The deer they were shooting at trotted up to me and I busily shooed the damned thing away. That time I could see them and them me and I shot back screaming “This BLAM is Mr Deer BLAM and I’ve a people license BLAM”. Geysers of dirt erupting just to the left of them, for emphasis. Some folks I found shot at anything that moved and were color blind. The only shooting I did after that were camp bears in the bush, that got too pushy. I shot a lot of bears. One camp we had a pack of wolves who did our dirty work disposing of the bodies. The cook and I would time them. Less than an hour and all you’d find was some hair and a finger nail.

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