Another weekend, another show
Another Loophole, where we will go...
(With apologies to Cole Porter, PBUH, too.)
This is one of the small country shows, at the Jackson National Guard Armory. We expect a high proportion of hobbyists behind the tables, trying to unload their old surplus stuff. That interests us more than acres of dealers loaded down with black guns or, at best, the latest factory output of ho-hum quality attached to birch stocks.
My inner thug is telling me I really ought to own another handgun or two. For one thing, my shelves are fat with .38 Special and .357 Magnum rounds, and the only shooter I own for them is a Taurus snubby. I hear Pythons are pretty nice.
My loopholing habits have changed. When the world was a better place, I'd always toss in a few pieces I was tired of for trading stock. No more. I and most of my comrades have adopted the never-sell-a-gun philosophy. We keep them all on grounds that the Messers Bernanke and Geithner can't press a computer key and create 60 billion Colts and Winchesters out of thin air.