I find it disturbing.
We are supposed to be the Molon Labe crowd, ready to rush into battle, to save the republic.
Now just imagine that TSHHTF and you’re hunkered down in a ditch or hidden in a copse of forest, eyes on the enemy camp and suddenly, a puny little Garter Snake slithers over your buddy’s boot and he screams like a girl, revealing your position.
Next thing you know, you’re blown to Hell.
The libs could conceivably win a war against us by waving a handful of snakes or a sack of spiders.
So depressing.
Reckon I’ll just strip naked, slap on some woad and run into battle by my own damn self.
:)
True.
The number of “men” these days who shriek worse than little girls at the sight of a snake is embarrassing.
It gets weirder because if you confront them with, say, a bear they go “take my picture with it.”
They seem to have this mentality of “if it has fur, it can’t hurt me.”
Introduce scales and they’re quivering in terror.
I shudder to think how they’d have behaved if my mini dinosaur lovebird was gnawing a bloody hole into them right after they said she was “cute”.
And boy would that scaley footed hellbeast put on a show of being “harmless” until you got within optimal beak distance.
Then it was all blood and screams.
That seems a little hasty.