This Is Why We Read (And Post Comments On) Other People's Blogs

Because some things need to be said.
Sharing is Caring. 
(And we enjoy the occasional rhetorical Scooby-snack.)

Like this instance:

“LTC Grossman is a fucktard.” - John Mosby 

Keep making that spot-on observation. There is no freshness date on it, and it will never expire. 

For those who don’t know why Grossman is a fucktard, a brief review:
Telling people that nobody is inherently violent, and stating counterfactually that we have to program people to kill, (and then making a cottage industry out of peddling that line of twaddle) is only belied by all of recorded human history. Evidently that part was not required reading for any of his manifestly worthless degrees. Grossman is the face of junk science. You get the feeling from his books that if you brought up the example of Cain and Abel, he’d go, “Unpossible. Cain clearly watched too many violent TV shows and video games.” Or his head would start smoking, and he’d ask for “Norman: correlate please.” 

I don’t go to retired military officers for psychological expertise (even those who got their boutique psychology degrees in their spare time) for the same reason I don’t ask psychologists how to take a hill or organize a parachute jump.  

But doing it would be fun to watch, if only to illustrate vividly in laymen’s terms why Grossman is a fucktard. Except, or course, for the guys taking the hill or hitting the LZ. 

Grossman is one of those guys who ultimately wasn’t very interested in the actual military arts except as a rent check, but became captivated by the psychobabble of his hobby profession before retirement. Then found a screwball niche, and latched on like a barnacle. Pretty much like most of psychology. 

His books are great…if you have a table leg an inch shorter than the others.
Otherwise, put them in the outhouse. Tearing the book jacket off will make it easier to properly utilize the pages in the best way, as needed. 

Keep rocking, JM.  

-Aesop

Mosby's response to that:

"That was a much more eloquent breakdown of Grossman’s flaws, as opposed to my typical curse-laden rants about the man."

And now, Tam's take piles on:

"The comment regarding Grossman in this post is echoed by too many people I know who have valid, cross-referenced body-stacking credentials for me to ignore it. 

I don't know what video games Rwandan teens were playing to get them over their reluctance to chop up fellow humans with machetes, or what movies Cain watched to help him overcome his inborn resistance to killing Abel...and neither does Grossman. Humans have been easily...almost casually...killing other humans for as long as there have been other humans to kill. Lose your illusions."

When I can get an "Amen" from two such different individuals, I don't think it stretching things to say I hit the mark.

If you have this book for anything but comedy relief, it should be in your outhouse.

But I'm fair about it. Grossman's book is absolutely great at describing the physiological reactions one can expect during and after an actual kill-or-be-killed moment. (Speaking from personal experience, if you practice all self-defense shooting with a couple of Dixie cups with the bottoms cut out taped over your shooting glasses, to simulate the near-instant narrowing of your field of vision, in order to get you in the habit of keeping your head on a swivel, and learning to deal with the tunnel vision that actually happens during such a critical incident, along with wearing earplugs, wads of cotton over them, and earphones playing waterfalls, to simulate the train-roaring rush of white noise that will happen when guns are pointed both ways, you would be well ahead of most people in such training, because that will no-shit happen to you {ask me how I know this}, and Grossman's breakdown of those and many other physiological facts are worthwhile to study and anticipate, in and of themselves.) If he'd stuck to what he knew, and kept his jackassical half-assed analysis on things whereof he knows not, he'd be a frickin' jet-fuel genius. But he had to go twelve steps beyond that, and off into the weeds of Fucktardia. And then double- and triple-down with that nonsense in seminars and two sequel books. That's where he crossed from being just wrong, and into being a full-blown Fucktard.

Suffice it to say none of us is likely to be on Grossman's Christmas Card list.
Because he's a fucktard.