.223, anti liberty/gun cracktivists, AR-15, bazooka, D/S/Cs, drill instructor, Frank Stelmach, Gersh Kuntzman, Helen Urbinas, journalists, Kurt Schlichter, masculinity, PTSD, ROTC cadet, USAF
I last posted this article in April of 2018. While the Coronavirus panic has taken much of the media oxygen out of the room, mostly because Democrats/Socialists/Communists—that’s always the media—think they still might be able to use it to damage President Trump, we should never forget just how serious D/S/Cs are to disarm the law-abiding. That imperative may be on the back burner from time to time, but it never, ever goes away. I originally wrote a version of this article in 2016 for Bearing Arms. Though humorous, that article, and the updates that followed, exposed the mindset of far too many American journalists. As Kurt Schlicter has written, they really do hate us, and have little idea of the daily reality of normal Americans, and for male–sort of–reporters, far less masculinity. These people take themselves very seriously indeed, so justly making fun of them is an effective means of supporting liberty. Enjoy this updated article and share it with your friends:
I was going to write “it is a matter of faith,” among experienced gun owners D/S/Cs know nothing about guns, nor do they care to know anything, but that’s not quite true. It’s also a matter of experience. Occasionally, a D/S/C ventures forth into the soul-destroying and terrifying realm of guns, and barely escapes with his or her life and sanity, not that many of them could, upon demand, demonstrate sanity in the first place. Such a person is one Gersh Kuntzman, writing for The New York Daily News.
Mr. Kuntzman, a very brave reporter, sought out a gun dealer that would allow him to fire the gun most terrifying, brutalizing to the shooter and most deadly in all the world. A .50 BMG caliber Barrett? A .500 S&W? A .50 BMG chambered for a revolver with a 2-inch barrel? A six-pound rifle firing a 30mm cannon round from a 4” barrel?
No. Much, much worse: an AR-15 in .223 Remington. What follows is not a parody.
It feels like a bazooka — and sounds like a cannon.
One day after 49 people were killed in the Orlando shooting, I traveled to Philadelphia to better understand the firepower of military-style assault weapons and, hopefully, explain their appeal to gun lovers.
But mostly, I was just terrified.
Many gun shops turned down our request to fire and discuss the AR-15, a style of semi-automatic rifle popular with mass killers such as San Bernardino terrorist Syed Farook and Orlando terrorist Omar Mateen.
Mr. Kuntzman ignores the fact few mass shootings in America have involved AR-15s. In fact, an AR-15 was not used in the Orlando attack. Two of the attacks with the highest body counts used commonly available handguns. The Fort Hood jihadist used a single handgun. The Virginia Tech killer used two common handguns, including one in .22LR caliber. The deadliest American school attack by far took place in 1927 in Bath, Michigan, and was accomplished exclusively through the use of explosives.
I’m sure many gun dealers would be wary of any reporter, particularly one for The New York Daily News, asking to do a story on the AR-15. Gun owners and dealers have all had more than their share of reporters misquoting them, even lying about them, and firearms, a notorious recent example being Katy Couric’s malicious editing in an anti-gun documentary.
Kuntzman reports that one Frank Stelmach, a gun dealer in Philadelphia agreed to host him. Kuntzman depicted Stelmach as just short of a gun control advocate, and ala Couric, suggested Stelmach was unable to answer some of his morally superior questions. By all means, take the link to see for yourself. I do pity Mr. Stelmach who will doubtless have some ‘splainin’ to do.
NOTE: Stelmach did ‘splain, and in doing so was far more credible than Kuntzman:
Kuntzman is also, unsurprisingly, horrified at how easy it is to obtain a firearm:
Very easy. In fact, as Philadelphia Daily News columnist Helen Ubinas showed today, you can get a military weapon in seven minutes in this country.
And how long do Kuntzman and Ubinas think one should be required to wait to exercise a fundamental, unalienable right? Waiting periods, by the way, have been demonstrated to have no effect whatsoever on crime, which is why so few states require them. Perhaps, just to be safe, reporters, the pen being mightier than the sword, should be required to undergo a month long background check before publishing any story?
Actually Ubinas’ story claims it took seven minutes from handing the clerk her driver’s license until the federal background check was complete. The fact that it took considerably longer than that to complete the sale and leave with the rifle is buried much more deeply in the story, which is a standard anti-gun/gun owner diatribe. She also falsely claimed the Orlando shooter used an AR-15. To be entirely fair, he used another brand of semiautomatic rifle–take the earlier link for that information. That’s Ms. Ubinas in the photo holding her new AR-15. She appears, somehow, to be holding on to her sanity, though doubtless, she is on the ragged edge. She immediately gave the gun to the local police, which may have spared her Mr. Kuntzman’s trauma.
Kuntzman tells readers Stelmach thinks the AR-15 good for “cops, soldiers, hunters and target shooters,” and also thinks the rifle fun to shoot. But not so for poor Mr. Kuntzman, who suffers so you won’t have to:
Not in my hands. I’ve shot pistols before, but never something like an AR-15. Squeeze lightly on the trigger and the resulting explosion of firepower is humbling and deafening (even with ear protection).
The recoil bruised my shoulder. The brass shell casings disoriented me as they flew past my face. The smell of sulfur and destruction made me sick. The explosions — loud like a bomb — gave me a temporary case of PTSD. For at least an hour after firing the gun just a few times, I was anxious and irritable.
Even in semi-automatic mode, it is very simple to squeeze off two dozen rounds before you even know what has happened. In fully automatic mode, it doesn’t take any imagination to see dozens of bodies falling in front of your barrel.
“The recoil bruised my shoulder,” and poor Mr. Kuntzman, even with ear protection was humbled and deafened.
Return with me, gentle readers, to those thrilling days of yesteryear, circa the mid 1970s, my first time on the range in the USAF with the M-16, an actual fully automatic rifle. Though I was only a lad of 6’ and 155 pounds, I was able to fire the fearsome weapon, actually on full auto, and semiauto, without the slightest discomfort. One of my most vibrant memories of that experience was a Sgt. demonstrating the fearsome recoil of the weapon by placing the buttplate in direct contact with his nose and firing several rounds.
That valiant NCO must have had stainless steel ears and a titanium nose, perhaps due to war injuries, because not only were no injuries visible on his nose–it wasn’t even a little red–but he showed no sign of hearing damage, nor did he appear to be humbled, carrying on as a fully functional and genuinely terrifying drill instructor without skipping a beat. Despite being substantially less a man than I currently am, I too escaped physical and psychic injury, incurring not the slightest bruise. The same was true of my fellow recruits, many of whom were substantially less substantial than I. It was obvious the .223 cartridge was more powerful than the .22LR with which I was intimately acquainted–it was a bit louder and produced a tiny bit more recoil–but the horrors experienced by Kuntzman were nowhere to be seen on the range that day.
As a fellow member of the patriarchy, I worry about Mr. Kuntzman’s masculinity and self-image. I have, on numerous occasions, introduced females, including little girls no older than 10 and no more than 70 pounds, to the horrors of the AR-15. Granted, they had to fire from a supported position, lacking the strength to support the 7-pound rifle for long otherwise, but after firing many rounds, their universal reaction was one of delight–they found the little rifle’s accuracy and ease of use pleasing–and not a bruise among them. The same is true of adult women, many no more than 110 pounds sopping wet.
Mr. Kuntzman seems a bit delusional in other ways. Unless he is left handed and fired the rifle from his left shoulder, there would have been no brass flying past his face to disorient him, and the odors he reports might be experienced when firing a black powder rifle, but not a rifle using modern ammunition. And what, I wonder, does “destruction” smell like? And explosions? “Loud like a bomb”? I can only hope a sensitive fellow like Mr. Kuntzman is never within aural range of an actual explosion. Judging by his reaction to the report of an AR-15, which is mild indeed among rifle cartridges–and even some handgun cartridges–he’d be unlikely to survive.
PTSD? From firing a few rounds through an AR-15? Really? Perhaps Mr. Kuntzman would be well served by doing a bit of research on what actually constitutes PTSD.
Mr. Kuntzman’s prose gives the reader the impression he fired a fully automatic rifle, as he differentiates between full and semiautomatic fire, without specifically saying that. Yet in one paragraph he claims to have fired the rifle “just a few times,” and in the next, he fires “two dozen rounds” so rapidly he has no idea what happened.
Mr. Kuntzman also imagines “dozens of bodies falling in front of [his] your barrel.” No wonder gun dealers were reluctant to allow him to shoot anywhere near them. I certainly wouldn’t want him to be anywhere near me on a range. Actually, I wouldn’t want to be anywhere near such a range. Maybe not in the same county…
But that’s Mr. Kuntzman’s world, a world inhabited by a great many reporters, and many D/S/Cs (I know: the same thing). It is a world of obsession and irrational fear, of loathing of inanimate objects and their owners. However, it is interesting to note during the Age of Obama, and more recently, during the Covid-19 panic and the race-based rioting, many Americans, including D/S/Cs, have, for the first time in their lives, purchased guns, and failed to experience the horror that so terrified Mr. Kuntzman. They actually discovered shooting is great fun, confidence-building and empowering, and yes, some of these guns were AR-15s. It would seem confidence is something of which Mr. Kuntzman is very much in need.
In reality, the AR-15 is the most popular sporting rifle in America and has been for years, a trend that shows no sign of slowing. Its .223/5.56mm cartridge is of intermediate power–it is not a “high-powered rifle”–and one reason for its popularity is its very mild recoil and report. One of my other memories of firing an M-16 for the first time–triangular hand guard!–was hearing the main recoil spring, through my hearing protection and the report of the rifle, cycling the bolt group as I fired. It’s amazing I could hear that despite the explosions that so disoriented Mr. Kuntzman, no? Reality also reveals that rifles of any kind are very rarely used in any kind of crime in America, and the AR-15 family represents a tiny portion of an already tiny statistical category.
I wish Mr. Kuntzman well, and a speedy recovery from his self-inflicted trauma. I do, however, worry about his ability to cope with the modern world. I sincerely hope that should he ever use power tools or drive a car he first engages adult supervision. Perhaps there ought to be a law…?
Kuntzman, obviously smarting from a torrent of incredulous responses to his article–some even linked to my little satire–quickly wrote a follow up article:
The gun debate is also a gender war.
In all my years in journalism — coming up on 30 (thanks) — I have never received so much angry mail as I did after yesterday’s story, “What is it like to fire an AR-15? It’s horrifying, menacing and very very loud.”
I don’t mind spirited debate, but many correspondents told me that even expressing an opinion about today’s high-powered weaponry is off-limits to those of us who don’t own such guns.
To reiterate, the goal of the story was simply to share with readers my experience of firing an AR-15, which very few of them have done. I found the sheer power of the weapon horrifying. I found the noise deafening and anxiety provoking. I was frightened by its potential for rapid, catastrophic, Orlando-like carnage with similiar weaponry. Using an AR-15 made me irritable and jittery for hours afterwards. To me, it felt like a bazooka.
Oh dear. He’s fired a bazooka? I thought an AR-15 horrified him! Apparently, Mr. Kuntzman learned nothing from his shooting experience, and from those that reasonably took him to task:
Yes, this weapon scared the crap out of me. And it should scare the crap out of all of you, too. An AR-15 is a weapon of mass destruction, a tool that should only be in the hands of our soldiers and cops, as Rep. Seth Moulton wrote in the Daily News on Tuesday. I don’t think there’s anything unmanly about pointing out this fact.
He also addressed his masculinity, somehow equating it with the First Amendment (do all reporters do this?)
Besides, if masculinity is defined by the power to commit violence on a wide scale, I proudly choose femininity. At one time, ‘being a man’ meant standing up for what you believe in — and against injustice. By that definition, we need more real men in power taking on bullies like the NRA, which seeks to bolster the Second Amendment by shutting down opponents’ right to the First. We can’t even debate guns in this country, thanks to the gun lobby.
This is a classic case of being in a hole but refusing to stop digging. Unlike Mr. Kuntzman, I’ve seen no lack of “debate” about guns, including AR-15s. Oh course, the D/S/C idea of “debate” is to make their opponents shut up.
Masculinity is defined by harnessing violence, by keeping it under control until it is needed for good, even then using it judiciously. Kuntzman’s critics were merely pointing out that a man terrorized by one of the lightest recoiling rifles in existence is not exactly displaying manly fortitude. The NRA does not, in any way, advocate against the First Amendment, nor does it try to suppress anyone’s freedom of expression. It merely advocates for the Second Amendment by pointing out the misstatements and absurdities of people like Mr. Kuntzman. In time-honored D/S/C fashion, Kuntzman drew a completely absurd comparison:
But what if a weapons manufacturer could fashion a handgun that would fire a nuclear blast — an atomic version of an AR-15, if you will. It would look like a gun, but it could kill thousands instead of dozens. Like a rifle, it’s one of many arms that we are allowed to keep and bear. But would we really stand idly by as people buy a nuclear gun in the name of the Second Amendment?
No, we wouldn’t, and under long-standing law, we do not. I’d challenge Mr. Kuntzman to find a single instance of any rational, serious person lobbying for individual ownership of nuclear weapons. It’s obvious Mr. Kuntzman thinks his opponents resort to such ludicrous thinking, therefore, it’s fair game for him to do the same.
Yes, I’m a wimp. I simpered because my experience with the AR-15 bruised me, body and spirit. But there’s nothing unmanly about reminding my readers that mass murder is much easier to commit with a semi-automatic killing machine than it is with a hammer.
If that makes me a girl, well, maybe we should have a girl running the country.
That—a particularly anti-liberty/gun girl running the country–didn’t work out so well for Mr. Kuntzman either.
I leave you, gentle readers, with the true story of one of my all-time favorite students, a brilliant and funny girl, an ROTC cadet. She was all of five foot nothing and 100 pounds, but in a wrestling match with a much taller and heavier male cadet, pinned him, and exclaimed: “all right; it’s official: you’re a pussy!”
The boy, properly chastened, toughened up, and she graduated with honors, quickly aced a bachelor’s degree and at last correspondence, was about to take her medical boards. Sadly, Mr. Kuntzman, who embarrassed himself, appears incapable of learning as much as an embarrassed teenaged boy and manning up, while seven-year old girls everywhere continue to shoot AR-15s without psychic or physical damage, enormously enjoying the experience.
That’s your media, gentle readers. Those are the self-imagined intellectual and moral elite.
In the early days of Nam the M-16 was nicknamed a “Mattel” for the toy company… for the obvious alloy weight and plastics in it’s construction… and the seemingly wimpy caliber. But like you I fired my fully auto at Lackland during basic and I recall a number of us were rather disappointed we couldn’t just empty an entire mag.. controlled bursts, they said. On full auto we had to get three trigger pulls on a 20 round mag, with at least one round on the third pull. I didn’t actually have “fun” with an M-16 until I was in Iceland as a cop and we had to use up old ammo.. and I shot up a bunch of “commie” rocks.
Anyway.. best buddy from high school.. in 1976, bought a then brand new Colt… $350, identical, less the selector switch was defeated. In the 90’s all three of my pre-teen kids (girl in the middle) learned to fire the weapon in the AZ desert. All three loved it.
My buddy still has the weapon to this day… and the real USAF empty mags I managed to “liberate” when I got discharged.
Back then there was an after-market trigger crank you could install to get the trigger to pull slightly faster than your own finger. Being an electronics guy I toyed with the idea of substituting the crank with a D/C motor. Fortunately some ideas were best that I didn’t carry to fruition. (I would have loved the bump-stock back then!).
Mike McDaniel said:
Ah, the days of $350 dollar AR-15s. Reminds me of my Yamaha 180. It had a two gallon tank which I filled for 50 cents…
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