...and also it's not like I spend much time these days combing the Interteubz to be sure, but still, I don't recall seeing the thought anywhere else thus far:
Bumpfire stocks as a key component of the recent Vegas disaster? Really?
Notwithstanding the fact that certain key details of this sordid story seem to be slipperier than the finals heat at a greezed-pig contest, and changing and shapeshifting about like you'd expect within that metaphor: this guy was supposed to be rich, a bit of a showoff, and not really afraid of jumping through hoops to get what he wanted.
So...instead of simply using that wealth and personality to amass a braggable NFA collection of "real" automatic weapons, he instead resorts to what has been described as the poor man's full-auto*?
And watching how the whole bumpfire thing has landed so squarely into the exact right spot to be exploited by all the usual blood-dancing suspects?
Something stinks doesn't even begin to cover it. But then again, for anyone who's been paying attention, that's basically a given for any of these events, isn't it?
* Personally I'm among those who disparage bumpfire stocks as a range toy for those who want to more efficiently waste ammunition, but I'm also among those who acknowledge that the most valuable characteristic any product could possibly have is the ability to cause instant apoplexy among the insufferable polypragmatoi. Which is to say that if I had money, I'd immediately acquire two, whether I like them or not, which is hardly the point.
Wednesday, October 18, 2017
I know I can't be the only one thinking this...
Posted by Kevin Wilmeth at 10:23 PM 1 comment:
Thursday, October 12, 2017
Glad to see The Onion still soldiers on...
...in this tiresome and absurd age where satire is very nearly pointless.
Online Activists Unsure About Offensiveness Of Article, Figure They’ll Destroy Author’s Life Just In CaseYep, that seems just about right.
Posted by Kevin Wilmeth at 10:38 PM 1 comment:
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