Red Blooded Americans and Alpha Males – A dying breed?

Where are my red blooded Americans?

“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.”

Lastly, the shooting range mentioned is no friend of ours it seems.

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