Sometimes, it takes the form of pieces of plastic and metal.
This arrived at the house Saturday. I ordered them from Brownells last week, pretty much just because I could. It was funny, really. I entered the order, got the "we received your order" auto-e-mail from Brownells, and didn't think too much about it. The next day, I got a "there's a problem with your order" e-mail - the address they had in the system linked to my account was in MA, so these naturally tripped the "we can't ship this to you" message.
I sent a message to the contact person explaining that I had moved; within a half hour she had e-mailed me back, apologized for the delay (!!!), and changed my address in the system. Less than 15 minutes later the order was processed, and within the hour I got a notice that it had shipped. That's service right there, folks; but I digress.
Anyways, this order showed up Saturday, and I couldn't resist showing off. I took the picture above, "TwitFacetagrammed" it (that's TheBoy's term for it), and was was amused by the reaction. My MA compatriots were jealous (and happy for me); still others were congratulatory. The response that struck me came from Tamara, who commented that she had to read it a few times to see what was about (I posted the picture with the tagline "Because I can!").
Don't even get me started on how silly this is. How I was excited that I was not prohibited from purchasing a legal item any more. How these items look exactly like items I owned in Massachusetts, but only because they were over a certain age. My good friend Weer'd penned it perfectly when he called it the "Numbers game" - a ten round magazine is okay, but an eleven round magazine isn't; a twenty year old magazine is okay, but a nineteen year old one isn't.
Now that I am no longer subject to the insane laws of Massachusetts, something as simple as a new standard capacity magazine (AR-15s routinely ship with 30-round magazines from the factory, so they are standard capacity. The 10-round magazines sold to ban states like MA are diminished capacity...) is an emblem of my newly found freedom. Next up, I think I might put a collapsible stock on my Bushmaster. Or maybe even a bayonet lug...
Enjoy what freedoms you have, folks...
That is all.
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Not a bayonet lug! The humanity! People mowed down by folding stocks. Somebody make laws to end this madness!!! Only constitutionly infringing reduced capacity magazines can stop this.
Just got a Red Dot sight my dad found in the LL Bean Surplus pile.
I SO want to put it on a S&W M&P-10, but I don't know if I can live with only having 10-round boxes for it.
Decisions.
Welcome to the almost free Commonwealth of Virginia! It's funny, the other day I was thinking I should pickup up some 10 round AR mags, for use when shooting prone. I've never bought anything other than 30 rounders. :-)
Here's hoping we can meet FTF sometime soon for some shooting, and a beer, once you're settled in.
Cheers.
Your image at the top of the blog needs to be updated as well.
Workin' on it, boss...
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