As the blowback from the ATF’s special-ed idea of giving guns to drug traffickers and then waiting to see what happens – as if there was much of a question – continues, some in Congress are calling for more gun restrictions.
You see, they argue, it’s relatively easy to buy weapons in America and drug cartels operate in this country and sometimes they send guns from this country to another (although it’s a pretty small amount).
This means that we need to restrict how everyone buys guns. Not because everyone is in a drug cartel, but just because. It doesn’t matter to these oddballs that gun smuggling is already illegal. They’re going to make it double-extra-secret illegal. Yeah, that’ll stop ‘em.
Now, it may seem intuitively good to try and stop international criminal gangs from purchasing guns in America and I’ll admit that at first blush there’s nothing wrong with trying to do that.
But, then you think about it.
How does someone buy a gun in America? Well, you normally have to go to some type of store that sells them, like a sporting goods store or your local Wal-Mart. Then, you have to fill out several pages of forms swearing on your grandmother’s grave that you’re not a felon, not buying the gun for a fellow criminal, and that you’re not batshit crazy (these are real questions).
This all happens in a public place with a whole bunch of witnesses around, normally the people in line with their fishing gear and sunscreen cursing the asshole in front of them who just had to buy a pistol today (that’d be you).
Then, under the watchful eye of the security cameras, you have to pay for your gun and carry it out into the public parking lot, again usually in view of several reliable witnesses. If you’re trying to buy something like an AR-15 or other military-style gun, you get several more pages of forms and a federal background check thrown in for good measure.
This is the scenario the pro gun control crowd wants you to believe committed drug cartel gangsters go through every time they want a new pistol or rifle. Well, at least some of the time.
They would have you believe that when Tony Montana needs a new M-16/grenade launcher combo he saunters into Bucks’ Sporting Goods and Tackle, skirts past the live bait tanks, ducks under the fishing nets, breezes past the shelves of bottled deer urine and calmly waits at the counter for Buck to come over and take out the requisite federal paperwork so he can get a new “little friend.”
He doesn’t ring up his favorite arms dealer. He doesn’t steal them from some Third-World armory. He doesn’t strike a deal with some dictator somewhere. He goes to Wal-Mart.
Tony Montana goes to Wal-Mart. Yeah.