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The Gun Show

8 Nov

The Gun Show

By L. Stewart Marsden

Dealer: I need your ID.

Patron: They don’t need it when I vote … why the hell do you need it?

Dealer: It’s the law, Sir.

Patron: Effing law-makers! They need to put those leeches out to pasture.

Dealer: Yeah, the most of them are in it for the money.

Patron: MY money … and yours.

Patron hands the Dealer his driver’s license, who plugs the information into his computer.

Patron: Checking to see if I’m crazy?

Dealer: That, and if you have any felony arrests.

Patron: Ought to make running for office a felony.

Dealer: Get no argument here.

Dealer hands the license back to the Patron.

Patron: Clean?

Dealer: Have to wait ten days for the license to clear.

Patron: Uh. Ten days. Well, you got any of your private stock for sale?

Dealer: You in a hurry?

Patron: I want to get to a range and get used to my gun before the season begins.

Dealer: Well, since you asked – I got this sweet semi I can sell you.

Patron: And I can take it today, right? I mean I don’t have to have a license to buy it and take it home with me.

Dealer: Yep. Kind of like the way it used to be a long time ago. Only thing is if I suspect the buy is unhinged or something. You unhinged?

The Patron laughs in response, and the Dealer laughs.

Dealer: You a hunter?

Patron: Used to when I was a boy. Me and my dad. Squirrel. Rabbits, sometimes. Ever eat squirrel?

Dealer: Can’t say I have. What’s it taste like?

Patron: Chicken. Everything tastes like chicken, right? ‘Cept for chicken …

Dealer laughs …

Dealer: You gonna use this for hunting, then?

Patron: Yeah … hunting. And target shooting, you know.

Dealer: This baby’ll bring down a bull moose at 200 yards. It’s lightweight and won’t throw you to the ground with the recoil.

Patron picks up the gun, hefts it, and points it up, sighting down the barrel. He checks the action several times, then puts it back on the counter.

Patron: Nice! I’ll take it. You recommend a scope with that?

Dealer: I do if you want a clean kill. Otherwise you might miss, or worse – wound your target and have to go traipsing into the brush to finish the kill.

Patron: Well, better add a scope, then. I don’t do traipsing at my age.

Dealer: Okay … I recommend this scope. Assembles onto this model quick and locks in tight. Myself I never use a scope. Kind of takes the challenge out of it.

Patron: Quick and tight. Sounds good to me. Ammo?

Dealer: What do you want? Ain’t cheap.

Patron: What is these days? Any limit on how much I can buy?

Dealer: Only your wallet. Ammo for this gun come in boxes of fifty.

Patron: Ten should do for now.

Dealer: That won’t last very long. Especially on the range.

Patron: It’s 500 shells. It’s enough.

Dealer: How you want to pay?

Patron: Cash okay?

Dealer: Need you to sign for it.

Patron: No problem.

Dealer: Anything else today? Camouflage outfit? Ear protection?

Patron: Naw. I’m good. Wait … can you outfit this with a silencer? For the sound. My hearing is bad enough as it is.

Dealer: What about ear protectors? Cheaper.

Patron: I heard they amplify background noise – least that’s what a friend of mine told me.

Dealer: Yeah. You can actually go online and get instructions how to make one. I sell you one it gets reported to the ATF, and they may want to talk to you about why. Anyways, I don’t carry them.

Patron: I’m an engineer. Or was. I have a huge workshop full of every tool imaginable. Can’t imagine making one will be too difficult for me.

Dealer: Probably not. Anything else?

Patron: You got bump stocks?

Dealer: Nope. But there’s a booth close to the bathrooms that does. They have one that’ll fit what you bought. Not going to use that hunting, right?

Patron: Just curious. Grew up on James Cagney gangster films. Always wondered what rapid-fire would feel like.

Patron pulls out his wallet and counts out the cash, and hands it to the Dealer.

Dealer: Thank you! Now if you’ll sign right here, I’ll get your change.

Patron: Lot of folk pay in cash?

Dealer: Does a bear shit in the woods?

They laugh.

Dealer: Okay, partner … you’re all set. Unless there’s anything else?

Patron: No, no! I’m good. Between you and the guv’mint, I’ll be in the poor house!

They laugh again.

The Patron walks off and disappears into the mulling crowds of the gun show, as the Dealer turns to the next customer.

Dealer: Help you, Sir?

Gun control laws are riddled with loopholes, “protecting” an American citizen’s 2nd Amendment right to own a gun. This is one of them. It’s referred to as The Gun Show Loophole.

 

 

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The Gun, the Bad, and the Ugly

21 Jul

The Gun, the Bad, and the Ugly
by L. Stewart Marsden

“Are you dangerous?”

“Not particularly so.”

“But, how can I trust you? How do I know?”

“I am useful. You can use me.”

“How’s that? What is your utility?”

“I clean things up. I make them right.”

“The way you say it — fills me with fright.”

“Oh, no need to fear! I restore things to the proper end.”

“So you consider yourself to be a friend?”

“The best there is. Good to the last drop!”

“Yet, I hesitate — my head tells me ‘Stop!'”

“That’s just your head. Listen, please, to your heart!”

“Mine’s deceitful. Has been from the start.”

“Oh, c’mon! Give your heart one more chance.”

“Mine’s only good for hurt or romance,

and I doubt its advice. It has wounded me so.”

“Well, then! I can definitely help here, I know!

Remember, I said I bring things to good end?

that I am really your last and best friend?

and YOU said your heart lies — like a staunch enemy?

and has caused you to cry and despair internally?

Well then! Pick me up, hold me close, get a grip on your life!

Put your heart in its place — stop this horrible strife!

It takes but a moment — and all things will be right

and you’ll be released from this nightmarish fright!”

“Oh! I see! You make sense to me now!

I’m thinking this through, and your reason, somehow,

is persuading me hence to take matters in hand

and make, finally,  my heroic stand!”

“And, won’t it be grand?

See? I’m not the danger you supposed.”

“You’re right. I guess my mind was filled with those

lethal delusions that paint you as bad.”

“Right! Guns never killed — to believe that is sad!”

“So, you’re NOT dangerous!”

“Not particularly so.”

“Okay, then! Here we go!”

The Gun, the Bad, and the Ugly

25 May

The Gun, the Bad, and the Ugly
by L. Stewart Marsden

“Are you dangerous?”

“Not particularly so.”

“But, how can I trust you? How do I know?”

“I am useful. You can use me.”

“How’s that? What is your utility?”

“I clean things up. I make them right.”

“The way you say it — fills me with fright.”

“Oh, no need to fear! I restore things to the proper end.”

“So you consider yourself to be a friend?”

“The best there is. Good to the last drop!”

“Yet, I hesitate — my head tells me ‘Stop!'”

“That’s just your head. Listen, please, to your heart!”

“Mine’s deceitful. Has been from the start.”

“Oh, c’mon! Give your heart one more chance.”

“Mine’s only good for hurt or romance,

and I doubt its advice. It has wounded me so.”

“Well, then! I can definitely help here, I know!

Remember, I said I bring things to good end?

that I am really your last and best friend?

and YOU said your heart lies — like a staunch enemy?

and has caused you to cry and despair internally?

Well then! Pick me up, hold me close, get a grip on your life!

Put your heart in its place — stop this horrible strife!

It takes but a moment — and all things will be right

and you’ll be released from this nightmarish fright!”

“Oh! I see! You make sense to me now!

I’m thinking this through, and your reason, somehow,

is persuading me hence to take matters in hand

and make, finally,  my heroic stand!”

“And, won’t it be grand?

See? I’m not the danger you supposed.”

“You’re right. I guess my mind was filled with those

lethal delusions that paint you as bad.”

“Right! Guns never killed — to believe that is sad!”

“So, you’re NOT dangerous!”

“Not particularly so.”

“Okay, then! Here we go!”