Hunting is the realm of males – mainly, adult ones. A rare few women hunt and are of the desirable kind, if attractive.
Hunting is killing and it forces the practitioner to face the reality of killing.
Most woodland snipers were and are hunters. Urban snipers of the kind in most recent (and future) wars are not particularly so; they are mixtures of disciplines. Hunting beasts in nature is indeed like hunting Man in conventional combat, but urban snipery is less so: Think Jon Muhammad, the most fearsome Urban Sniper in Murkan History.
What makes hunting valuable is its Training Of Blood. Getting accustomed to it and the butchering process demystifies gore.
Only childish modern males are morbidly fascinated with bloodshed as a toy. Slasher movies and twisted PlayStation games are produced for cityfolk who vomit at the sight (and smell) of fresh blood. As predicted, these are mostly tender whitebois. Colored boys are more likely to see a pile of their sister’s brains and make a pile or two out of their enemies’. In a degenerating society, this gives them the edge now.
Old time males, foreigners and hunters are not fixated on blood and death. They see it frequently and have no sick need to glorify it as a novelty; blood and killing is simply a condition of existence. Anyone fascinated with mediated gore has not lived it. That’s why ISIS has so many volunteers for their Head Sawing Brigade. Beheading a live human is … Continue reading