“Poor Mexico. So far from God and so close to the United States.”—Porfirio Diaz, president and later dictator of Mexico.
Of late I’ve been bombarded by e-mails warning of the Blair Holt Licensing and Record Act of 2009 (HR 45), a gun control measure that would require among many other provisions, a federally issued license for anyone who wants to own a firearm. The law would be so expensive, so cumbersome, and so obviously unworkable that all but the hardest-core gun haters in Congress would probably not support it.
One of the privileges of being the online editor is that I can occasionally indulge in personal reflection of the kind I would never assign anyone else. Hence this post.
When we lived in the country, I kept an air rifle around the house for mouse control. Strangely, it never once occurred to me that I could also use it dispense .177 caliber reminders to my son to stop blocking my view of the TV screen. Unlike this guy.
The father faces one felony count of child abuse, a charge carrying a maximum penalty of 6 years in prison and a $10,000 fine. Let’s suppose he’s found guilty and you’re the judge. What’s the appropriate sentence?
What follows is a rant from a very famous maker of custom guns. He had sent me a bolt-action chambered for the .404 Jeffrey, which had about 500 rounds through it in 3 years. The rifle printed 4-inch groups, and I immediately suspected the scope, which was in fact the culprit. I e-mailed him about the wretched episode, and this is his reply, somewhat edited because enough people dislike us already.
Black rifles are selling faster than manufacturers can put them together right now. Partly out of fear of possible new gun laws, and partly just because, everybody is buying them – everybody but me and my friend Tommy Akin, a gentleman and duck hunter from Tennessee.
“The day I turned mine in I swore I’d never shoot one again,” says Tommy, who served as a forward observer in Vietnam.