"It Felt Like a Meteor Had Struck The Earth:" Soyboy "Journalist" Describes the Traumatizing, Soul-Tearing Act of Firing an AR-15 at the Range

God save the world from effeminate weakling men, who, like runt curs, always feel compelled to bark at the world in a pitiful show of "force" because they're afraid of literally everything.

To experience the offerings of this temple to the Second Amendment, I paid for a lane for an hour ($18). I rented a Ruger 9mm pistol and a high-powered, semiautomatic AR-15-style rifle made by a company called Heckler & Koch ($35 each). (Parro and his staff reject the term "assault rifle" as inflammatory and imprecise and, in all cases, prefer the term "firearm" to "weapon.")

Say, since you're a journalist and all, could you maybe determine if he's right as a factual matter or nah...?

Leftwing myths and political folklore are never debunked -- they're always just chalked up as "differences of opinion."

I also picked up 100 rounds of ammo ($25 for 50 pistol rounds and $59 for 50 rifle rounds) and chose the standard six-bullseye target ($1.99) over the zombie or the gun-wielding bad guy daring me to shoot him in various highlighted organs.

Oooh, scary.

This guy is talking like he's never even seen pictures of a gun range. You see those paper targets all the time, just on the internet.

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While the pistol was manageable, even comfortable to hold and fire, the rifle was a different beast altogether. Everything about it -- its weight, tactical scope and overall lethality -- was downright intimidating.

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When ready, I lined up the target in the cross hairs, pulled the stock onto my shoulder, squeezed the trigger and -- BA-BOOM!!!!!

These are still undersized 5.56 mm rounds, right? They haven't modified this rifle to shoot .50 caliber rounds, right?

It is difficult to describe the impact -- physical and personal -- of that first shot. It felt like a meteor had struck the earth in front of me. A deep shock wave coursed through my body, the recoil rippling through my arms and right shoulder with astounding power. Being that close to an explosion of such magnitude -- controlled and focused as it was -- rattled me.

I composed myself and continued to fire round after concussive round, the puffs of acrid gunpowder smoke carried downrange by a powerful ventilation system. My accuracy gradually improved until it became easier to hit the target with the rifle from 25 yards than with the pistol from five.

There's a big takeaway from this journalist: Rifles are much more accurate than pistols.

Let me write that down. It might be on the test.

It was exhilarating, but I never got comfortable firing it. I'm not sure what scared me more -- the power of that weapon or the fact that I could have taken one home that day.

S a D, P*ssy.

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Here's a literal 7-year-old girl firing this Terror-Cannon:

She seems to hold it together pretty well. Why couldn't this old "man"?

It's not that we have weak men. We have always had weak men. We have always had feminine men.

It's that the world has changed to valorize effeminacy, to treat male weakness as a virtue.

The world has made weak, effeminate men unashamed to be weak and effeminate -- proud of it, even.

And when you incentivize behaviors, you get more of it.

Many of you will no doubt recall the superbly-named Gersh Kuntzman, who similarly wet his manties while shooting the impossibly-powerful 5.56 mm AR-15.

That guy was such a pussy that even degenerate fatboy Friend to Pedophiles Rick Wilson dunked on him:

Remember the days when the liberal grifter "Republicans" still pretended to be conservative, just opposed to Trump? Because Trump "wasn't conservative enough" for these True Sons of Liberty?

Good times, good times.

posted by Ace at 02:41 PM

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