Some days they shoot Glock pistols, like the weapons used in the mass shootings at Virginia Tech; the Charleston, South Carolina, church; and Thousand Oaks, California. Other days, they use semi-automatic rifles, similar to the ones used in the killings in Newtown, Connecticut; Las Vegas; Parkland, Florida; Buffalo, New York; and Uvalde, Texas. [More]
So it makes more “commonsense” not to train. Noted.
What kind of “ocracy” is government by hysterical cud chewers?
[Via Edmund M]
Looking online, 94 decibels is the the sound volume produced by a gasoline engine power mower. Exposure limit of one hour is recommended.
Suppressors would be helpful in reducing that sound volume.
BTW No one would reasonably recommend Skittles for breakfast. It contributes to both obesity and dental decay.
not to mention ending toward diabetes and related syndromes, as well as hormonal imbalance.
what kind of parent does that to a kid then goes n a whinge about the sound of gunfire in the dsitance, harming no one?
What a hilarious article. It would be hard to parody something more hysterical and neurotic.
Lefty bedwetters militating against a Massachusetts police range?
The sound of popcorn.
had a nice belly laugh a the bit about “to the sound of artillery hammering…… ”
What she fails to recognise is that that noise is the sound of freedom and safety. When the Good Guys are working at their skill at arms, the community are safer. I LIKE it when my local LE practice.
Build a school near an outdoor range of any sort and the kids will hear gunfire.
As Gomer Pyle used to say “Surprise! Surprise!”
A particularly unpleasant former supervisor bought a new house in the north west fringe of civilization in what is now called Miami-Dade County, FL. He started complaining about gunfire near his new home as people used a nearby abandoned limestone quarry as a ready made berm for a make-shift practice range.
One weekend a friend suggested a new, perhaps more convenient, spot to unwind a bit with our Garands. The next day at work the boss was ranting about “some guy with a cannon” shooting near his house.
After a few discrete questions I had a pretty good guess that his house was about a quarter mile from where we had been practicing.
That became my favorite plinking spot. Putting a hundred rounds of M2 Ball through the Garand never failed to release a bit of stress and put a smile on my face on a Sunday afternoon.
Hearing him bitch about it the following day was just the “cherry on top.”