SB-47, a major gun ban by terminally ignorant Leland Yee, has passed, and I actually feel sick to my stomach.
It bans any form of center-fire magazine that can be removed without disassembly of the action, including all semi-automatic pistols. Thankfully, anything you own before January 2014 is grandfathered in- but it has to be registered with the DOJ.
Between this and the cost of living, I’m thinking of moving to Washington. I don’t really relish the idea of living and working in places I can afford without being able to carry an autoloader.
Kap’n /k/. Industrial rock/metal artists of the 1990s know how it feels to be blamed for the actions of psychos.
“Remember kids, it ain’t cool to shoot up your school”.
Depleted Uranium anti-drone shotgun shells. Order here (if you dare).
A case fulla classy.
The show was absolutely packed, and a far cry from the “all-white redneck fudds” reputation they usually have. There were a few good prices, including a nice combat Python for $1400, but nothing I’d buy. It wasn’t all weapons either- jewelry, antiques, Milanese salami, those hematite magnet things that get sold at every convention center ever, General Electric home security systems, and of course jerky were all being traded.
SMG mags. Mostly 10-round blocked, but also plenty of full-capacity “repair kits”. Between those and the books on full-auto conversion, you could be ready to rock and roll in a few days with basic tools. Just goes to show that the law ain’t exactly a big deal to anyone with a brain and motive.