Let's--sorta--put politics aside today and talk about something much more interesting. No, not dogs; not Corvettes; not boring reminisces from a mediocre career. No, something interesting and FUN--a word that the progs will soon ban (Oops! Politics).
I mean guns, folks, small arms, weapons, firearms, armas de fuego.
Went to my local gun store here in Wilmington, NC, a few days ago, and--HORRORS!--found it almost cleaned out. Not just the cheap stuff, either. Kimber, gone. Sig, gone. Colt, gone. S&W, gone. Ruger, gone. Glock, gone. CZ and Wesson, gone. ARs and AKs, gone. With just a few shotguns, not many, left like lonely teeth in a gap-toothed smile along the almost bare walls. They also had a few single-action revolvers, mostly used. The friendly folks told me that their concealed carry classes are packed, sold-out. I wanted to order a new 2020 .357 4.25 inch Colt Python, and they laughed. Told me to go online and find an auction. I will get back to that.
Just before the great drought, however, I did manage to pick up a very nice CZ-75 compact (the Czechs make some very GOOD stuff) and a few boxes of 9mm ammo. Now, that's almost impossible. Along with the gun racks being empty, the ammo shelves are nearly there, too. None of the common rounds was available. I did manage to pick up a few boxes of 5.7mm for my Ruger 57, which I have yet to fire. The owner told me that the thugs of Antifa/BLM will make him rich--he had even sold out his "Black Rifles Matter" t-shirts. Ever since America's cities starting melting down under the Antifa/BLM/DNC onslaught, sales have gone through the roof. Lots of newbies, he explained. People who never had thought about the Great Second Amendment, now--SUDDENLY!--realize that the cops probably won't be there. Defunded, you understand. If you have serious trouble, with luck the city will send you a social worker in a couple of weeks . . . help your family with your funeral arrangements.
Yes, America, time to go heavy! I learned that phrase watching The Sopranos.
I went online, and found a couple of auctions listing Colt Pythons. The prices got very crazy, very fast. Going north of $3000 in no time, and not stopping until they hit almost $4000. I was disappointed. Heaven, however, heard my entreaties, and suddenly a North Carolina dealer advertised the exact Python I sought. I zoomed in, got there ahead of the competition, paid an only slightly exorbidant price, and, now, the Python nests in my lair. Haven't tried it yet. It sure does look nice though; very smooth trigger. I will report results as soon as I can get enough ammo to burn on the range.
Anyhow, thanks to the Progs, the value of my gun company stocks continues to climb, and nobody talks about "gun control" anymore except that Phony Harris, and her gaga sidekick Fake Biden. That's a loser for you, keep at it! (Oops! Politics).