Between the post-shoot steak dinner catered by a professional chef to the (legal) cannon and automatic weapon firing demonstrations, there was a concerted effort to help Zumbo understand that AR-15 shooters and hunters aren't crazed right-wing militants waiting for an apocalyptic one-world government takeover.
What are you trying to do, Brent Wheat, outzumbo Zumbo?
Why do you perpetuate the stereotype that prudent Americans taking personal protective measures because of real threats--internal and external--that could very well bring this nation to its knees, should be ridiculed as kooks?
Put another way:
[W]here in history is any civilization guaranteed stasis? Has not despotism and mass destruction plagued every civilization that preceded ours? Is it not, in fact, still commonplace throughout the globe? By what suspension of reality, by what denial of the observable and the probable, by what art, device or magic are we sheltered few immune from catastrophe? Are we certain, from our brief and privileged vantage point, that such things will ever remain headline curiosities? Is it not just plain stupid to proclaim that our familiar way of life will forever be the norm, when everything that has gone before us shows we are, instead, the extremely lucky beneficiaries of a rare and fortunate convergence of circumstances; and one, by the way, that has only been preserved under force of arms?
Brent, it seems you haven't figured out this hunter/sport shooter elitism won't fly with Americans who believe--without apology--that a militia of the whole people is the ultimate guarantor for "the security of a free state." Instead of helping bridge the gulf, your "ill-considered [viewpoint]" widens it--unless you think dispensing disparagement from above will endear chef-catered-to sport shooters to those who take preparedness seriously.
Yeah, I know you advise your readers to "[flex] their political muscle in support of the Second Amendment," but if anticipating and preparing for freedom-threatening catastrophes is something to be ridiculed, I'm not certain I understand why.