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Get Britney a Gun and Teach Her to Hunt
By Doug Giles
Saturday, March 3, 2007
If I hung around all the Beavises in close proximity to Britney Spears and those Anna Nicole was unfortunate enough to schlep with and Hollywood was my reality, I, too, would:
1. shave my head,
2. be wasted during awards shows,
3. stay completely blitzed out of my brain on dope,
4. tattoo every square inch of my noggin,
5. pierce, not just my ears, but the front part of my brain,
6. pummel parked cars with umbrellas.
I know I have a black belt in being a loveless jerk; however, I can empathize with their extreme behavior and their indulgence into mind-altering drugs. If I were forced into their situation and had to listen to Bobby Trendy, Howard K. Stern, KFed and Parisís stuff 24/7, I would take bong hits morning, noon and night, mainline Ketel One and drink methadone like it was Yoo Hoo. If not, Iím afraid that Iíd be up on murder charges, as I lean more toward being homicidal than suicidal.
Thankfully, drugs, an early grave and murder are not the only option for Brit (or any other girl caught in similar circumstances). One thing you young ladies could do is take responsibility and climb out of that toilet youíve gotten yourself into, and muy pronto. Thatís right, leave your ďfriendsĒ now. All of them. Including your family, if they have aided and abetted your asininity. Do it. Wherever you are . . . go! Just take off running in the opposite direction, even if that means into heavy traffic on the 405. Dodging multiple high speed moving vehicles is safer than hanging with the warped monkeys youíre around now.
Most folks would say you Britney-types need to go to rehab. Iím all about going to rehab. Iím in rehab right now. Iím trying to get delivered from my acerbic Left loathing, my metrosexual nausea, my America loving, my gun collecting, my God worshipping and my testosterone addictions that the secular progressives say are ďwrong.Ē Itís not going very well. I keep on falling off the wagon. Or is it falling on the wagon? Whatever it is, Iím not getting ďbetter.Ē Anyway, this is not about me and my angst. My advice for you, Brit (and those mired in similar Shiite), is not to check-in to rehab, but dive into hunting. This is easy math.
Check it out: Hollywood hates guns, hunting and eating meat, and they spit out the daftest characters on the planet. Therefore, if you girls donít want to be a Tinseltown divorced multiple times, plastic surgery addicted, booze and dope dependant STD machine, youíve got to do the opposite of what Hollywood does; i.e., get into guns, hunting and eating meat. Itís logical. My grad school profs would be proud of that deduction . . . I think.
Iíve noticed in my wonderful world of guns and hunting that we donít have too many drug and alcohol addled freak boys and girls. Sure, there are one or two helix misers in our humongous community, but we pale in comparison to Hollywoodís glut of Darwinian throwbacks. It seems as if the bang of the gun, the flight of the arrow and the thrill of the hunt are effective in keeping oneís feet tethered to the planet.
I believe that just as you emasculate a man when you remove him from the wild, you slay a woman when she doesnít get a regular dose of the primal scream of natureóin particular, the hunt. Girls, hunting is an escape and a sensual exchange that getting new hip implants, maxing out a Master Card, and having a porn video made of you and your boyfriendís ham fisted love making attempts could never out do.
Hey, nutty college chick, you wannabe a ďGirl Gone Wild?Ē Well, good. Women, like men, are born to be wild. Having an undomesticated feral facet to your life is right, and I believe that when you girls do not get a regular release of this rebel yell/huntress/outdoor otherness, youíre going to seek out some artificial, and oft times damaging, sensory satisfaction.
If you like thrills and chills, Iím talkiní wacky, hair standing up on end, slap your momma, OMG stuff that blows away anything chemicals or herbs can provide, try this:
1. Hunt a grizzly bear with a recurve bow.
2. Go to Africa and stare down a cape buffalo, an elephant or a rogue bull hippo (out of the water) armed only with an old British double rifle.
3. Bound through an alligator and water moccasin infested swamp chasing a perturbed wild boar.
4. Run over the desert mountains of Arizona following dogs that are hot on the trail of a mountain lion.
5. Try, just try, to sneak up on a mature whitetail buck or a giant kudu bull. I bet you canít get within 1oo yards before he shows you his backside and then leaves you in the dust.
6. Fight with a 500-lb bull shark, a 150-lb tarpon, a 7-ft sailfish or a 40lb. mahi-mahi.
The above is true also for the young women who donít strip, do sex tapes, arenít drug dependant or dating back up dancers for boy bands. You, too, can be imbalanced and a candidate for a meltdown (though probably less sensational than a Britís) if you donít get out of your regular world of bland and get dirty in the hunt.
It seems like more and more women are catching on to the buzz that is hunting. Thanks to Safari Club International and their Sables sub-division, the Becoming an Outdoors-Woman organization, the beautiful huntress Cindy Garrison and her TV show, the equally gorgeous Shemane Nugentís example and Fiona Capstickís amazing book, The Diana Files: The Huntress Ė Traveler Through History, the ladies are leaving that which is plastic and entering into that which truly satisfies, i.e., the hunt. I almost forgot to mention this, but major labels are coming out with safari clothes for girls so that you can look hot in the field. PTL!
Many women are following their men into the countryside. They, too, want to see sunsets and sunrises, breathe fresh air, see stars, get scared, enjoy a campfire, pursue game, feel the rush, eat the flesh, chew leather and truly get wildóbut without the nonsense.
ď. . . we need to conserve that bitter impulse that we have inherited from primitive man. It alone permits us the greatest luxury of all, the ability to enjoy a vacation from the human condition through an authentic, Ďimmersion in Natureí . . . and this, in turn, can be achieved only by placing himself in relation to another animal. But there is no animal, pure animal, other than a wild one, and the relationship with him is the hunt.Ē - Jose Ortega y Gasset.
Blessed be the Lord my rock who trains my hands for war and my fingers for battle. Psalm 144:1
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Great read JT...thanks for sharing.
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Thanks for posting this, JT...
Doug Giles has an interesting way with words...
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They way that reads i would swear ted nugent
Sounds like good advice
A real man loves his wife, and places his family as the most important thing in life. Nothing has brought me more peace and content in life than simply being a good husband and father.
I read the whole post imagining it was Ted Nugent saying those words. Added a great deal to the experience, I can see Uncle Ted having a few opinions on the 'poor, unfortunate victims of fame'.
EDIT: Didn't notice reference to Ted in post above.
Last edited by Pete; March 6th, 2007 at 12:33 PM. Reason: I'm stupid maybe?
yep, true too.
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+1 to those above, Great Read!!
You have got to be crazy to give Britney Spears a gun.
to the point...truthful...good advice!
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The drug thing and the mental instability make it unwise if not illegal for her to own a gun, although in California or NYC, they would give her a CCL.
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