So now the banks are trying to pee in the soup as well:
Banks and credit card companies held informal discussions about identifying transactions involving firearms.
Although the discussions resulted in nothing tangible — and ideas may never come to fruition — ideas tossed would help companies monitor gun purchases, which includes information on buyers, from retailers.
Financial companies explored the concept of creating a new credit-card code for firearm dealers, similar to similar to how restaurants or department stores identify their transactions, the newspaper reported. Another idea would require retailers to share info about specific firearm products purchases.
Simple solution (which I’m going to implement for myself with immediate effect): pay cash for all gun purchases from now on. This does two things: it stops the possibility of these tools learning about your gun purchases, and it helps the FFL because he doesn’t have to pay the banks the card transaction fee.
I know the problems associated with this: guns are expensive, it takes time to save up the moolah, etc. It’s a small price [sic] to pay.
Here’s what I’m saving up for at the moment, a S&W Mod 66 in .357 Mag with a 4″ barrel:
Actually, instead of the Model 66 I’d really rather get a Model 65, like my old one:
…but of course, S&W in their infinite wisdom [stop laughing] has decided not to restart production of the 65 as they did with the 66.
So while I’m saving for the 66, I’ll also be on the lookout for a decent secondhand 65 — which purchase would never be traceable, whether by the Gummint or the bastard moneylenders. It’s called a win-win situation.
When’s the next DFW-area gun show?
As much as I am in awe of Kim Rhode’s prowess with a shotgun and her Olympic / World Championship achievements, I’m starting to think that she’s an idiot.
California thought they were onto something. Since they can’t seem to control guns, even though they really keep trying to, they decided to control bullets instead. After all, what could go wrong with that.
Well, now the state is staring down the barrel of a lawsuit. It seems that six-time Olympic medalist Kim Rhode takes a bit of exception to the new rules.
So she’s filed a lawsuit against the state, arguing that they’re interfering with her livelihood because under their new law, nobody can ship ammunition into California from another state or something like that. (I mostly ignore what California does because they’re batshit crazy and I don’t want any of that crazy to rub off on me.)
Kim (if I can call you that), please. The state of California doesn’t give a rat’s ass about your livelihood. In fact, they hate you and all the other sport shooters in the California because you show that law-abiding gun owners can be trusted and your shooting is a positive thing — and they can’t have that because they’re selling a narrative that all gun owners are eeevil killers and a powder keg waiting to explode and go insane, murdering a whole bunch of Innocent People.
So please, please leave the stupid place and go to Arizona or Texas or somewhere that will appreciate you and your skills and not try to screw you over anyhow they can. You’ve stood up for your principles, and that’s a good thing. But enough is enough; leave them to their own devices and let them sink into the pit of their own construction. All that’s going to happen is that if you win your lawsuit, California will find some other way to mess with gun owners, and another lawsuit will not help there either.
By the way, the above applies to all my other gun-loving Readers stuck in the Golden
Shower State. I appreciate your stubbornness and all that good stuff, but really, it’s time to GTF out of there.
From Comments in yesterday’s post explaining my brief abstinence:
“Maybe toss in a extra-ration of zoom-zoom, bang-bang and a bit of tasteful hoochie-coochie.”
I live to please. First, some zoom-zoom (Alvis Speed 25, 1939):
Next, a little bang-bang (Browning BAR in .243 Win):
…and finally, some hoochie-cootchie, of unknown provenance:
If it weren’t so beautiful, I’d call it a Henry Bad Boy. This lovely piece is available in .357 Mag, .45 Colt and .44 Mag.
I know, I know: it’s not a pre-’64 Winchester, nor is it a Marlin. Don’t care. Henry makes exceptional rifles, and I don’t know a single person who has ever sold a Henry without deeply regretting it afterwards.
Did I already mention that it’s beautiful?
The recent (unseasonably) cold weather in north Texas drove me off to find an unbranded fleece sweatshirt last weekend. (I refuse to wear any sweatshirt that has writing on it, e.g. “I’m With Stupid” or “Budweiser”.) As I have lost a fair amount of tonnage recently, I needed to try the stupid thing on to get the right size, hence the actual store visit (as opposed to simple online clicking).
So I went to Academy (next door to Kroger, hence efficient trip planning), only to find that Academy, like so many clothing stores, is only selling spring-type apparel, therefore No Sweatshirts To Be Found. [2,000-word rant deleted] So there I was, in Academy, where of course the Guns & Ammo section is conveniently located right next to Men’s Clothing.
I don’t think I need to tell you what happened next.
All I know is that when I got home after my trip to Kroger, I had to carry indoors not only sundry grocery bags but also the following:
500 rounds of plinkage:
…and 100 rounds of practice feed:
Why? Because they were on sale, that’s why.
I know, nobody needs a reason to buy ammo — and gawd knows I have quite a bit of it already — but the prices were irresistible, especially in these, the post-Obama Overpriced Ammo Years. Anytime I can get .22 for a few pennies each and .45 ACP for less than $15 a box… could we be seeing a return to reasonably-priced ammo at last?
I blame Academy. Had they stocked any unbranded fleece sweatshirts, none of this would have happened. On the other hand, it could have been much worse: I managed to resist the siren call of couple of reasonably priced guns that were on sale, too, such as this pretty little stainless Browning Buckmark UDX:
I’m so self-disciplined.