John Wayne

Where have all the Heroes gone?

John Wayne

John Wayne

The America of my Dad’s generation was represented in Movies by men like John Wayne.

No would ever imagine John Wayne giving in to threats or backing down.

If Sony was to be represented in a movie I would have to cast Pee-wee Herman, as their recent actions have been anything but courageous.

Pee-wee Herman

Pee-wee Herman

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Sledge of the Day

Today’s Sledge of the Day comes from Tim Stanley at The Telegraph:

Regrettably, the age of Eastwood, Wayne and Reagan is over. The only cowboys that the Glee Generation will vote for nowadays are of the Brokeback variety.

Maybe Fossy’s gay ute and Woodhouse’s public facials are all part of a vote winning master strategy that the rest of us just haven’t understood.

Why shooting guns is fun

Sydney Morning Herald

A journalist finds out exactly why shooting guns is so much fun:

“OK,” Brandon yelled, “have you ever fired a machine gun before?”

“No.”

“That’s all right. This is an AK-47, I’m gonna take you through it.”

So he handed me this huge weapon, and that’s when it got weird. I don’t really like guns, I don’t think anyone should be allowed to own guns, I don’t see the fascination in guns, and BOOM! I’d just fired a shot! There was a small hole a few centimetres from the centre of the target, and BOOM! I’d fired another! This was incredible!

Brandon grinned and switched the gun to automatic, braced me with a hand on my shoulder, and yelled at me to fire. Rat-a-tat-tat! Now there were about a million little holes in the paper target, spread around haphazardly, and the gun was still bucking and shuddering in my hands.

Suddenly I was Rambo, I was John Wayne, I was the Terminator. I was blasting away like nobody’s business, and wow, I was having fun.

The M4 was next, with similar results – a wildly random pattern of bullet holes and a freshly crowned Aussie gun nut. The Uzi was ridiculous, this snub-nosed thing that fires out ammo with incredible speed. The bullets were still going all over the place, but who cares? I was owning this thing, until… click, click. I was out of ammo.

Brandon patted me on the back. “Do you want a photo with your firearm?” he asked.

Ha, I’m thinking, you mean one of those cringeworthy shots you always see of insecure blokes clutching onto their makeshift manhood?

“Absolutely!”

So I got the photo. And then I left. I’m still no gun nut. But I’d seen another side of the US that day, and it was kind of fun. I can see why those swimmers were into it.

 

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