Jeff Cooper wrote that his correspondents in The Sandbox were appalled by the careless weapons handling they saw.
And before the colonel's body was cold there were bunches of back biters blathering about his faults, his views and the like, things they would never have had the guts to say about him to his face . . . face it folks - 'ol Jeffro was spot on about decrying the '
age of the common man' (among many other things). I could (and probably have) related witnessing such experiences at ranges - just would add to the din and solve nothing.
Treading lightly here . . . everything that is good and decent in the world has a counterfeit - you can believe or not the source of these two realities, but you can't deny the evidence under your nose. By guile, patience, good sounding platitudes, twisting of words to deny the truth of what was said/intended, by elevating 'the freedom from being offended' to a basic right that only a society run by morons could have conceived . . . the keys have been stolen (or sadly, just handed over) to those who will have us believe morals, right and wrong, honor, respect, responsibility . . . all these things are 'relative' and can mean whatever an
in-duh-vidual decides for him or her self what they want it to mean. Live in the past and hang on to ancient wrongs and condemn people today for things they didn't do and had no part in to mollify 'victims' that never experienced the situation. Deny the truth because it's your 'right' and your rights take precedence over others 'because'. Cherry pick your reasons and use circular logic to keep the waters muddied so there can never be anyone or any power on this earth to "judge" the validity of your assertions about your 'right' to do as you please or deserve 'what you're entitled to'.
These discussions of specific manifestations of these things such as the behavior, attitude and compliance to set of standards at a shooting range are only visual symptoms of the rot that has gone so far the tree cannot recover, only suitable to eventually be hewn down and cast into the fire. Yeah, I know I'm a wet blanket and as guilty as any about shaking my fist at the wind for things that can't/won't be changed and occasionally lend my voice to the futility of the discussions.
I guess to me, it's like reading the back of the book first to see how it ends - reading the rest of the story after that is just an exercise in frustration.