My brother Chris is a proto-gunnie. He has a couple of .22 rifles, a 4-inch .357 Ruger, and an 1899 Mauser; but guns are pretty much like the air he breathes — something he takes for granted and doesn’t really notice until you point out an interesting one.
Since he has a degree in Humanities, with a minor in History, “interesting” usually means an old gun, with an old military gun being a gold star. The 1899 Argentinian Mauser (which used to be mine) mentioned above is a prime example.
A couple of days ago, I got an outraged call from him asking if cops were actually allowed to commit felonies. A bit non-plussed, I stated that that was actually a bit of a sticky wicket,and could he point out the felony in question?
Turns out, he has discovered the ATF malfeasance in Project Gunrunner.
Anyhoo, I pointed out that he had a very good question, and one that I really couldn’t answer.
Today I discover that not only does he Get It, but that he dashed off a quote that will probably be showing up in .sig lines all over the Internet:
“Oh, and why is there a Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms anyway? That makes as much sense as having a Bureau of Coal, Petroleum and Citrus Fruit.”
Snerk. I’m so proud.