Inside The Blackest Of Workshops
in a recent posting, this journalistic dribble was repeated:
quote:... Until he wrote that, Mr. Zumbo was one of the most admired hunters in America, a widely read magazine writer with his own cable TV program and lots of lecture appearances and corporate sponsorships. He of all people should have known that "ban" is the mother of all fighting words to gun zealots. His 250-word posting caused a huge eruption on gun blogs, and Mr. Zumbo instantly became their second-most-hated man, after the gun-control advocate James Brady. Even though Mr. Zumbo quickly disavowed his words and apologized, he lost his blog, was dumped by Outdoor Life magazine and was disowned by the National Rifle Association, after 40 years of membership. His corporate sponsors, including the gunmaker Remington, ditched him. His cable show was canceled. The N.R.A. issued a chilling statement warning Congress to take heed of Mr. Zumbo's fate. By the time Blaine Harden told his story in The Washington Post, Mr. Zumbo was professionally dead.
The paranoia and gloating that Mr. Zumbo's name has evoked on gun discussion boards like ar15.com and freerepublic.com speak for themselves. You will find only a handful of postings suggesting cautiously that the overnight destruction of a man's career might not be the proudest moment for the advocates of gun rights. One or two say that instead of cementing their reputations for reflexively enshrining gun ownership above everything, they might have asked Mr. Zumbo what he was talking about. They might even have had a healthy debate. But they shot first.this pathetic hack has nothing on Nietzsche, who would probably just as soon choke him. So I will post what has been written and endured for more than 120 years, not googled like a wimpy biotch, this is a selection from my own library and hand typed by me from my book because it doesn't exist on the internet in this particular translation.
that's right, I typed for an hour. we'll see if it even gets read.
What we are about to hear strongly parallels the struggle against those who would disarm us. Take what you will and use it, your discretion must be strong.
NIETZSCHE
Would anyone care to learn something about the way in which ideals are manufactured? Does anyone have the nerve? ... Well then, go ahead! There's a chink through which you can peek into this murky shop. But wait just a moment, Mr. Foolhardy; your eyes must grow accustomed to the fickle light...All right, tell me what's going on in there, audacious fellow; now I am the one who is listening.
"I can't see a thing, but I hear all the more. There's a low, cautious whispering in every nook and corner. I have a notion these people are lying. All the sounds are sugary and soft. No doubt you were right; they are transmuting weakness into merit."
"Go on."
"Impotence, which cannot retaliate, into kindness; pusillanimity into humility; submission before those one hates into obedience to One of whom they say that he has commanded their submission- they call him God. The inoffensiveness of the weak, his cowardice, his ineluctable standing and waiting at doors, are being given honorific titles such as patience; to be unable to avenge onesself is called to be unwilling to avenge onesself- even forgiveness ('for they know not what they do- we alone know what they do'). Also there's some talk of loving one's enemy- accompanied by much sweat."
"Go on."
'I'm sure they are quite miserable, all these whisperers and small-time counterfieters, even though they huddle close together for warmth. But they tell me that this very misery is the sign of their election by God, that one beats the dogs one loves best, that this misery is perhaps also a preparation, a test, a kind of training, perhaps even more than that: something for which eventually they will be compensated with tremendous interest- in gold? No, in happiness. they call this bliss."
"Go on."
"Now they tell me that not only are they better than the mighty of this earth, whose spittle they must lick (not from fear- by no means- but because God commands us to honor our superiors), but they are even better off, or at least they will be better off someday. but I've had all I can stand. The smell is too much for me. This shop where they manufacture ideals seems to me to stink of lies."
"But just a moment. You haven't told me anything about the greatest feat of these black magicians, who precipitate the white milk of loving-kindness out of every kind of blackness. Haven't you noticed their most consummate sleight of hand, their boldest, finest, most brilliant trick? just watch! these vermin, full of vindictive hatred, what are they brewing out of their own poisons? Have you ever heard vengeance and hatred mentioned? Would you ever gues, if you only listened to their words, that these men are bursting with hatred?"
"I see what you mean. I'll open my ears again- and hold my nose. Now I can make out what they seem to have been saying all along: 'We, the good ones, are also the just ones.' They call the thing they seek not retributuion but the triumph of justice; the thing they hate is not their enemy, by no means- they hate injustice, ungodliness; the thing they hope for and believe in is not vengeance, the sweet exhultation of vengeance ('sweeter than honey', as Homer said) but 'the triumph of God, who is just, over the godless'; what remains to them to love on this earth is not their brothers in hatred, but what they call their 'brothers in love'- all who are good and just."
"And what do they call that which comforts them in al their suffering- this phantasmagoria of future bliss?"
"Do I hear correctly? They call it Judgement Day, the coming of their kingdom, the 'Kingdom of God'. meanwhile, they live in 'faith', in 'love', in 'hope'."
"Stop! I've heard enough!"
quote:... Until he wrote that, Mr. Zumbo was one of the most admired hunters in America, a widely read magazine writer with his own cable TV program and lots of lecture appearances and corporate sponsorships. He of all people should have known that "ban" is the mother of all fighting words to gun zealots. His 250-word posting caused a huge eruption on gun blogs, and Mr. Zumbo instantly became their second-most-hated man, after the gun-control advocate James Brady. Even though Mr. Zumbo quickly disavowed his words and apologized, he lost his blog, was dumped by Outdoor Life magazine and was disowned by the National Rifle Association, after 40 years of membership. His corporate sponsors, including the gunmaker Remington, ditched him. His cable show was canceled. The N.R.A. issued a chilling statement warning Congress to take heed of Mr. Zumbo's fate. By the time Blaine Harden told his story in The Washington Post, Mr. Zumbo was professionally dead.
The paranoia and gloating that Mr. Zumbo's name has evoked on gun discussion boards like ar15.com and freerepublic.com speak for themselves. You will find only a handful of postings suggesting cautiously that the overnight destruction of a man's career might not be the proudest moment for the advocates of gun rights. One or two say that instead of cementing their reputations for reflexively enshrining gun ownership above everything, they might have asked Mr. Zumbo what he was talking about. They might even have had a healthy debate. But they shot first.this pathetic hack has nothing on Nietzsche, who would probably just as soon choke him. So I will post what has been written and endured for more than 120 years, not googled like a wimpy biotch, this is a selection from my own library and hand typed by me from my book because it doesn't exist on the internet in this particular translation.
that's right, I typed for an hour. we'll see if it even gets read.
What we are about to hear strongly parallels the struggle against those who would disarm us. Take what you will and use it, your discretion must be strong.
NIETZSCHE
Would anyone care to learn something about the way in which ideals are manufactured? Does anyone have the nerve? ... Well then, go ahead! There's a chink through which you can peek into this murky shop. But wait just a moment, Mr. Foolhardy; your eyes must grow accustomed to the fickle light...All right, tell me what's going on in there, audacious fellow; now I am the one who is listening.
"I can't see a thing, but I hear all the more. There's a low, cautious whispering in every nook and corner. I have a notion these people are lying. All the sounds are sugary and soft. No doubt you were right; they are transmuting weakness into merit."
"Go on."
"Impotence, which cannot retaliate, into kindness; pusillanimity into humility; submission before those one hates into obedience to One of whom they say that he has commanded their submission- they call him God. The inoffensiveness of the weak, his cowardice, his ineluctable standing and waiting at doors, are being given honorific titles such as patience; to be unable to avenge onesself is called to be unwilling to avenge onesself- even forgiveness ('for they know not what they do- we alone know what they do'). Also there's some talk of loving one's enemy- accompanied by much sweat."
"Go on."
'I'm sure they are quite miserable, all these whisperers and small-time counterfieters, even though they huddle close together for warmth. But they tell me that this very misery is the sign of their election by God, that one beats the dogs one loves best, that this misery is perhaps also a preparation, a test, a kind of training, perhaps even more than that: something for which eventually they will be compensated with tremendous interest- in gold? No, in happiness. they call this bliss."
"Go on."
"Now they tell me that not only are they better than the mighty of this earth, whose spittle they must lick (not from fear- by no means- but because God commands us to honor our superiors), but they are even better off, or at least they will be better off someday. but I've had all I can stand. The smell is too much for me. This shop where they manufacture ideals seems to me to stink of lies."
"But just a moment. You haven't told me anything about the greatest feat of these black magicians, who precipitate the white milk of loving-kindness out of every kind of blackness. Haven't you noticed their most consummate sleight of hand, their boldest, finest, most brilliant trick? just watch! these vermin, full of vindictive hatred, what are they brewing out of their own poisons? Have you ever heard vengeance and hatred mentioned? Would you ever gues, if you only listened to their words, that these men are bursting with hatred?"
"I see what you mean. I'll open my ears again- and hold my nose. Now I can make out what they seem to have been saying all along: 'We, the good ones, are also the just ones.' They call the thing they seek not retributuion but the triumph of justice; the thing they hate is not their enemy, by no means- they hate injustice, ungodliness; the thing they hope for and believe in is not vengeance, the sweet exhultation of vengeance ('sweeter than honey', as Homer said) but 'the triumph of God, who is just, over the godless'; what remains to them to love on this earth is not their brothers in hatred, but what they call their 'brothers in love'- all who are good and just."
"And what do they call that which comforts them in al their suffering- this phantasmagoria of future bliss?"
"Do I hear correctly? They call it Judgement Day, the coming of their kingdom, the 'Kingdom of God'. meanwhile, they live in 'faith', in 'love', in 'hope'."
"Stop! I've heard enough!"
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shows you how fast so called band of brothers in arms will turn on each other...
though i like guns, hang around gun crowds, and the fellowship related, the instant i go home, it is all discarded, because no matter how much you hang around a gun club or show, all it does is identify your interest, not your personal morals, makup, or beliefs.
groups tend to protect their interests at any cost, even to a point of banishing ones own, but leave their morals hanging out to the wind.
if only people would protect morals like they do interests and hobbies.
we'd all be better off.
i can assure every one of you, if given a choice between my personal life and family....and guns, guns would go.
matter of fact, they really are!
i wont let a piece of metal control my life.
i feel for zumbo. he slips up and the so called tight knit gun world nails him to a cross.
and people wonder why tons of my subscriptions and club memberships have been left to disband w/o renewal. i need better quality than that for me to dedicate my life to it.[;)][^]0 -
don't try to be someone you're not.
this conflagration illustrates two different camps among gun owners: those for second amendment rights, and those who don't really care much.
those who are for second amendment rights are making it clear who they are and what they want. hence, the excommunication of mr. Zumbo from their camp.
you can do what you want, bobski.0 -
poor guy.
here he is trying to restore what he did wrong and its being cold shouldered by his so called friends.0 -
I don't think Zumbo knows the difference between a hunter and being Pro 2nd Amendment. And after all of his apologies I still don't think he understands the difference.
He did a lot of damage and it will be a long time in undoing the damage.
He got what he deserved, and it boggles the mind that he still can't see the difference between being pro hunting and pro 2nd Amendment.0 -
If you shot and tried to kill my child, should I not try and do everything in my power to destroy you and have you punished? Does it matter that you tell me it was an accident? That you were not thinking at the moment? Would you still be sorry for your actions if I didn't get you punished? Would you do it again if I forgave you? I think that I should just banish you because now I can't trust you. Next time you might be more cunning and actually kill my child. To you they are just words but to me, an immigrant, the Constitution and the Bill of Rights are held as dear as my children. If you would sacrifice them for your "family or children" then you've thrown away more than than you can ever imagine. 0 -
Many people in this country were born here.
Few have the slightest idea of what being an "American" means.
The Second Amendment is the glue holding freedom together. Take away the glue...the thing falls apart.
Thank GOD for Zumbo. That 'dividing line' is something I have worked on for years..and in three days, Zumbo forced tens of thousands of people to either accept...or reject..the Second.
Long Live Zumbo !!! As a perfect example of an Anti-Gun Gun Owner...with High Profile to Boot !!!0 -
Hanoi jane had a few slip ups and people are still trying to nail her to a cross.
Somethings are worth fighting for, freedom is one of them, and when the enemy shows himself he better be prepared to face the consequences, even from the hands of his own club.0 -
Good prose. Many thanks.
Hunters have nothing to fear from a President Rudy.0 -
Zumbo made a good living off of guns, hunting and gun owners. He surely felt pleasure by spouting off about military LOOK ALIKES ONLY firearms by calling them "terrorist weapons" and, by extension, the owners "terrorist:"
It was only fair for us military look alike gun owners to take pleasure in naming Zumbo for what he was: he was NOT a true second amendment supporter. He was way past being too far gone and needed to be flushed.0 -
quote:Originally posted by Highball
Many people in this country were born here.
Few have the slightest idea of what being an "American" means.
The Second Amendment is the glue holding freedom together. Take away the glue...the thing falls apart.
Thank GOD for Zumbo. That 'dividing line' is something I have worked on for years..and in three days, Zumbo forced tens of thousands of people to either accept...or reject..the Second.
Long Live Zumbo !!! As a perfect example of an Anti-Gun Gun Owner...with High Profile to Boot !!!
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