Except that we all know that there are plenty of guns, including in Washington State. Since the state requires FFL involvement in gun transfers, and then puts most FFL's out of business, guess what happens? Transfers continue, but informally and under the table. Nothing is solved, plus it's harder to keep tabs on what is going on. The antigunners end up with a net loss for their side.If there are no arms, the Second Amendment becomes meaningless.
Exactly. And since the gun culture is stronger in the U.S. than in Mexico, the black market for guns will be even greater in the U.S. Folks, we are heading to a new Prohibition Era, with all that that entails. Guns will be the object of the bootleggers instead of booze. The antigunners really have no idea what they're doing. A "success" for them now will have long-term bad consequences for everyone.The real results will be ordinary citizens facing the choice that ordinary citizens faced in Mexico: thread an onerously restricted legal market, give up or go to the black market bodegas that supply criminals.
If anything it means stores that specialize In guns will be the only ones left. Some of the big chain stores will drop their FFLs. Imagine something like a Walmart putting bars on all their glass doors. They make very little (if any) money from gun sales compared to the rest of their business. Just drop the FFL.Are you sure?
I live in Washington State and that's not what I have been told by the pawn shops and gun stores I go to?
Home and garage FFL will be impacted for sure but most gun stores and pawn shops will already meet the requirements , video surveillance, guns put in vault when closed and a solid locked door when closed most of this is already standard practice for a gun / pawn store
BATFE has a policy that local restrictions are fine to FFLs.Could this become, if the BATF was so inclined, a jurisdictional issue? Unless the laws apply to all business equally then the state has no authority to dictate how Federal licenses conduct their business.
A number of Walmarts already stopped selling guns. Even in FL, a good number of 'em stopped. Honestly, I haven't seen one sell guns in quite a while. Since Parkland (2018) actually.If anything it means stores that specialize In guns will be the only ones left. Some of the big chain stores will drop their FFLs. Imagine something like a Walmart putting bars on all their glass doors. They make very little (if any) money from gun sales compared to the rest of their business. Just drop the FFL.
Working on it! If the money here was not so DAM GOOD! I wouldn’t put up with the Anti-everything, koolaid hair screening banshees, spoil brats, RAIN RAIN RAIN, Drug zombies, EVERYWHERE!Move to flyover country, let the antis have the state. Let them pay for their choices.
You all have family elsewhere.
1000%! my brother lives in Arkansas and is in HEAVENI have friends who moved to Missouri from Illinois and California, and are happy they did so. They could have remained in those other states, but made their decisions. If one chooses to live in an anti-gun state, I think they should not complain about it. It's their choice. They decide what is important to them.
I’ve only been to WA a couple times, but yes, most gun shops in even moderately sized towns across the country do all of the above. Maybe not the background check, but I imagine a store in the business of running background checks could come up with a way to run one.Are you sure?
I live in Washington State and that's not what I have been told by the pawn shops and gun stores I go to?
Home and garage FFL will be impacted for sure but most gun stores and pawn shops will already meet the requirements , video surveillance, guns put in vault when closed and a solid locked door when closed most of this is already standard practice for a gun / pawn store
In New York City, Chicago, and Washington DC for example. Handguns were typically seen as being possessed by two classes of people. Government Agents and Street Criminals. That's it. The permitting systems put in place were specifically put in place to do exactly what you stated happened in NYC. The goal was to destroy gun culture and they succeeded. They have time on their side. But so do we.Alexander A., I don't know where you're coming from. Your posts seem to be consistently apologetic for the anti-gun efforts. Tell me I'm wrong.
"They" are looking at the long term cumulative attrition. I don't have immediate facts available, but according to my sometimes faulty recollection of history, NYC started cracking down on handguns back in the 1920s and kept it up, prosecuting individuals to the fullest extent, until most people got real scared of owning any.
Growing up by the 40s and 50s, handguns were "GUH-UHNS" and not just guns. My Scoutmaster had a 9mm he brought back from the Battle of the Bulge and when he showed it to us, it was a matter of extreme secrecy.
Scout's honor, or in this case Scout's Dishonor, since we were promising to keep secret something illegal. "Reverse" Scout's Honor, maybe. "Code of Omerta" or something.
I often wondered about Mickey Spillane's Mike Hammer character, who did his detecting in New York City, but had some kind of pistol permit, which his buddy on the NYPD kept threatening to revoke.
He didn't legally carry a .45 in my NYC, but I believe Spillane himself lived in upstate NY, so it's possible it was different in his home town.
Terry, 230RN
Probably not.Could this become, if the BATF was so inclined, a jurisdictional issue? Unless the laws apply to all business equally then the state has no authority to dictate how Federal licenses conduct their business.
come to my town after this goes into effect and try to buy a used gun.I don’t see this hampering gun ownership more than the previously passed AWBs etc.
That's how the anti 2nd amendment people are taking over Texas, Colorado, North Carolina, Virginia, et cetera.Move to flyover country, let the antis have the state. Let them pay for their choices.
You all have family elsewhere.
Yup. The antigun legislators seem profoundly ignorant of how the small-FFL businesses work.A thought: the summary says the threshold is $1000 “in sales.” Technically a transfer isn’t a sale, it’s a service.
I'm trying to figure out strategies (to counter the antigunners). To do this successfully, it's necessary to get into their mindset, and look at things from their point of view. It's a big mistake for the pro-gunners to isolate themselves in their own bubble.Alexander A., I don't know where you're coming from. Your posts seem to be consistently apologetic for the anti-gun efforts. Tell me I'm wrong.
If that's their plan, then they have already failed miserably. There are many times more guns in circulation now than there were in the 1950's. Plus, the culture has actually changed to be more gun-friendly. "Shall-issue" and permitless carry, now commonplace, would have been unthinkable in the 1950's."They" are looking at the long term cumulative attrition.
What lawmakers say and what the legislation says are totally different. The legislation can very much be going after transfers too and consider any services provided that equal more then $1,000 within a year would make them liable.Yup. The antigun legislators seem profoundly ignorant of how the small-FFL businesses work.
Many mom and pop dealers have already closed up shop here. This new law will probably close the rest of them.
I'm trying to figure out strategies (to counter the antigunners). To do this successfully, it's necessary to get into their mindset, and look at things from their point of view. It's a big mistake for the pro-gunners to isolate themselves in their own bubble.
If that's their plan, then they have already failed miserably. There are many times more guns in circulation now than there were in the 1950's. Plus, the culture has actually changed to be more gun-friendly. "Shall-issue" and permitless carry, now commonplace, would have been unthinkable in the 1950's.
It's actually the antigunners who are fighting against the tide.
The goal is to drive gun ownership underground. Make it something that isn't publicly done. The state isn't interested in going after your guns. They're interested in making you have to close the blinds and stroke your AR in the darkness of your living room. Never able to legally take it out to the range and teach the youth on how to handle it. They want to watch you die of old age and when your grandkids are going through your stuff, they call the state police to haul off your "illegal" guns.I've always thought that after Obama's administration and Sandy Hook, that the numbers of firearms sold exponentially increased. Same thing happened here with state AG legislation every year for the past 5 years. So now that it's almost impossible to purchase a firearm here, most people just laugh. There are so many firearms now legally owned by WA residents that more new sales aren't actually needed. Existing restricted firearms will just be traded or sold illegally. All the AG crowd did was create a yuge black market.
Sundown at Coffin Rock
by Raymond K. Paden
The old man walked slowly through the dry, fallen leaves of autumn, his practiced eye automatically choosing the bare and stony places in the trail for his feet. There was scarcely a sound as he passed, though his left knee was stiff with scar tissue. He grunted occasionally as the tight sinews pulled. Damn chainsaw, he thought.
Behind him, the boy shuffled along, trying to imitate his grandfather, but unable to mimic the silent motion that the old man had learned during countless winter days upon this wooded mountain in pursuit of game. He's fifteen years old, the old man thought. Plenty old enough to be learning. But that was another time, another America. His mind drifted, and he saw himself, a fifteen-year-old boy following in the footsteps of his own grandfather, clutching a twelve gauge in his trembling hands as they tracked a wounded whitetail.
The leg was hurting worse now, and he slowed his pace a bit. Plenty of time. It should have been my own son here with me now, the old man thought sadly. But Jason had no interest, no understanding. He cared for nothing but pounding on the keys of that damned computer terminal. He knew nothing about the woods, or where food came from...or freedom. And that's my fault, isn't it?
The old man stopped and held up his hand, motioning for the boy to look. In the small clearing ahead, the deer stood motionless, watching them. It was a scraggly buck, underfed and sickly, but the boy's eyes lit up with excitement. It had been many years since they had seen even a single whitetail here on the mountain. After the hunting had stopped, the population had exploded. The deer had eaten the mountain almost bare until erosion had become a serious problem in some places. That following winter, three starving does had wandered into the old man's yard, trying to eat the bark off of his pecan trees, and he had wished the "animal rights" fanatics could have been there then. It was against the law, but old man knew a higher law, and he took an axe into the yard and killed the starving beasts. They did not have the strength to run.
The buck finally turned and loped away, and they continued down the trail to the river. When they came to the "Big Oak," the old man turned and pushed through the heavy brush beside the trail and the boy followed, wordlessly. The old man knew that Thomas was curious about their leaving the trail, but the boy had learned to move silently (well, almost) and that meant no talking. When they came to "Coffin Rock," the old man sat down upon it and motioned for the boy to join him.
"You see this rock, shaped like a casket?" the old man asked. "Yes sir." The old man smiled. The boy was respectful and polite. He loved the outdoors, too. Everything a man could ask in a grandson ....or a son.
"I want you to remember this place, and what I'm about to tell you. A lot of it isn't going to make any sense to you, but it's important and one day you'll understand it well enough. The old man paused. Now that he was here, he didn't really know where to start.
"Before you were born," he began at last, "this country was different. I've told you about hunting, about how everybody who obeyed the law could own guns. A man could speak out, anywhere, without worrying about whether he'd get back home or not. School was different, too. A man could send his kids to a church school, or a private school, or even teach them at home. But even in the public schools, they didn't spend all their time trying to brainwash you like they do at yours now." The old man paused, and was silent for many minutes. The boy was still, watching a chipmunk scavenging beside a fallen tree below them.
"Things don't ever happen all at once, boy. They just sort of sneak up on you. Sure, we knew guns were important; we just didn't think it would ever happen in America. But we had to do something about crime, they said. It was a crisis. Everything was a crisis! It was a drug crisis, or a terrorism crisis, or street crime, or gang crime. Even a 'health care' crisis was an excuse to take away a little more of our rights." The old man turned to look at his grandson.
"They ever let you read a thing called the Constitution down there at your school?" The boy solemnly shook his head. "Well, the Fourth Amendment's still in there. It says there won't be any unreasonable searches and seizures. It says you're safe in your own home." The old man shrugged. "That had to go. It was a crisis! They could kick your door open any time, day or night, and come in with guns blazing if they thought you had drugs ...or later, guns. Oh, at first it was just registration -- to keep the guns out of the hands of criminals! But that didn't work, of course, and then later when they wanted to take 'em they knew where to look. They banned 'assault rifles', and then 'sniper rifles', and 'Saturday night specials.' Everything you saw on the TV or in the movies was against us. God knows the news people were! And the schools were teaching our kids that nobody needed guns anymore. We tried to take a stand, but we felt like the whole face of our country had changed and we were left outside."
"Me and a friend of mine, when we saw what was happening, we came and built a secret place up here on the mountain. A place where we could put our guns until we needed them. We figured some day Americans would remember what it was like to be free, and what kind of price we had to pay for that freedom. So we hid our guns instead of losing them."
"One fellow I knew disagreed. He said we ought to use our guns now and stand up to the government. Said that the colonists had fought for their freedom when the British tried to disarm them at Lexington and Concord. Well, he and a lot of others died in what your history books call the 'Tax Revolt of 1998,' but son, it wasn't the revolt that caused the repeal of the Second Amendment like your history book says. The Second Amendment was already gone long before they ever repealed it. The rest of us thought we were doing the right thing by waiting. I hope to God we were right."
"You see, Thomas. It isn't government that makes a man free. In the end, governments always do just the opposite. They gobble up freedom like hungry pigs. You have to have laws to keep the worst in men under control, but at the same time the people have to have guns, too, in order to keep the government itself under control. In our country, the people were supposed to be the final authority of the law, but that was a long time ago. Once the guns were gone, there was no reason for those who run the government to give a damn about laws and constitutional rights and such. They just did what they pleased and anyone who spoke out...well, I'm getting ahead of myself."
"It took a long time to collect up all the millions of firearms that were in private hands. The government created a whole new agency to see to it. There were rewards for turning your friends in, too. Drug dealers and murderers were set free after two or three years in prison, but possession of a gun would get you mandatory life behind bars with no parole.
"I don't know how they found out about me, probably knew I'd been a hunter all those years, or maybe somebody turned me in. They picked me up on suspicion and took me down to the federal building."
"Son, those guys did everything they could think of to me. Kept me locked up in this little room for hours, no food, no water. They kept coming in, asking me where the guns were. 'What guns?' I said. Whenever I'd doze off, they'd come crashing in, yelling and hollering. I got to where I didn't know which end was up. I'd say I wanted my lawyer and they'd laugh. 'Lawyers are for criminals', they said. 'You'll get a lawyer after we get the guns.' What's so funny is, I know they thought they were doing the right thing. They were fighting crime!"
"When I got home I found Ruth sitting in the middle of the living room floor, crying her eyes out. The house was a shambles. While I was down there, they'd come out and took our house apart. Didn't need a search warrant, they said. National emergency! Gun crisis! Your grandma tried to call our preacher and they ripped the phone off the wall. Told her that they'd go easy on me if she just told them where I kept my guns." The old man laughed. "She told them to go to hell." He stared into the distance for a moment as his laughter faded.
"They wouldn't tell her about me, where I was or anything, that whole time. She said that she'd thought I was dead. She never got over that day, and she died the next December."
"They've been watching me ever since, off and on. I guess there's not much for them to do anymore, now that all the guns are gone. Plenty of time to watch one foolish old man." He paused. Beside him, the boy stared at the stone beneath his feet.
"Anyway, I figure that, one day, America will come to her senses. Our men will need those guns and they'll be ready. We cleaned them and sealed them up good; they'll last for years. Maybe it won't be in your lifetime, Thomas. Maybe one day you'll be sitting here with your son or grandson. Tell him about me, boy. Tell him about the way I said America used to be." The old man stood, his bad leg shaking unsteadily beneath him.
"You see the way this stone points? You follow that line one hundred feet down the hill and you'll find a big round rock. It looks like it's buried solid, but one man with a good prybar can lift it, and there's a concrete tunnel right under there that goes back into the hill."
The old man stood, watching as the sun eased toward the ridge, coloring the sky and the world red. Below them, the river still splashed among the stones, as it had for a million years. It's still going, the old man thought. There'll be someone left to carry on for me when I'm gone. It was harder to walk back. He felt old and purposeless now, and it would be easier, he knew, to give in to that aching heaviness in his left lung that had begun to trouble him more and more. Damn cigarettes, he thought. His leg hurt, and the boy silently came up beside him and supported him as they started down the last mile toward the house. How quiet he walks, the old man thought. He's learned well.
It was almost dark when the boy walked in. His father looked up from his paper. "Did you and your granddad have a nice walk?"
"Yes," the boy answered, opening the refrigerator. "You can call Agent Goodwin tomorrow. Gramps finally showed me where it is."
Editor's note: "Sundown at Coffin Rock" is a work of fiction. Any similarity to actual events or to actual people, living or dead, remains to be seen.
That's what we're doing right now at GOA. The legal egg-heads are looking over ways to attack this and more.Well, this has achieved one "anti" goal in that we are distracted and arguing among ourselves instead of against their positions and machinations.
I know what I'd like to see come out of this. That a good, sharp, gun-using attorney could argue this as a case against GCA 68 entirely. After all, that premise was that firearms represented some sort of preternatural rise to population that they ought only be sold by federally-licensed dealers.
There's not a historical precedent for that in the 1795-1865 time frame we were told, under Bruen, ought be the test for such things. Now, virtually nothing was federally-licensed in those days, which suggests some deep water in arguing for or against historical analogs.
But, the fact that firearms were sold by unregulated merchants from 1795 to 1968, that's 173 years, ought have some legal standing.
If it can be argued that no preternatural hazard to The People of these United States requires federal licensing of retail sellers, then WA law has no meaning at all. Go ahead, restrict FFL, but if the hardware store is not restricted, then what would that matter at all?
Most of the controversial WA laws are teetering on thin threads of being overturned by either pending 9th Circus or SCOTUS decisions. So, perhaps, this is just flailing about to try and look like they are "doing something."
Dunno.