Sunday, March 30, 2014

New and improved technology in regards to suppressors.

Are they more improved today to take the bang out?

If you have not noticed that a firearm is loud, and in some cases very loud. This is not only an individual problem, but one that can effect everyone, possibly sometime in their life.

Suppressors, often called silencers (though they do not make the gunfire completely “silent”), reduce the decibels of a gunshot to levels that are safe—or at least less prone to damage—human hearing. Some are better than others, and some cost considerably more than others, with units ranging from a few hundred dollars to several thousand.

Around 70 to 95 decibels is where the “risk” of damage starts to be a problem. Once you get above 100 dB, you are in the danger zone. You get to 140 dB, and you are going to have damage if you are not wearing hearing protection.

Okay now here comes the issue. The federal government forces you to file paper and pay a tax fee of $200. Guess what - it takes almost a year, yes one whole year, for them to process the paperwork and issue you the certificate. Talk about efficiency and technology in the federal government. Wow.

Suppressors are covered under the National Firearms Act of 1934, and as such the paperwork necessary is much like that for legally obtaining a fully transferable machine gun. Unlike legal machine guns (the fully transferable number of which was frozen in 1986), new suppressors can be made by licensed manufactures and transferred to individuals through properly licensed dealers. According to BATFE data, as of April 2013 there were 494,452 suppressors legally registered in accordance with National Firearms Act in the United States, and that number continues to increase each year.

The process starts with the BATF Form 4. Dealers typically know exactly how the paperwork should be filled out. They’ve done it before. If you are applying as an individual, you must get the signature of your area’s Chief Law Enforcement Officer (CLEO), as well as supplying two sets of the forms with two photographs and two fingerprint cards. Then you put the package together with a check for $200 and send it to the BATFE. This is for the “tax stamp,” literally, a $200 stamp that looks like it should go on an envelope, likely printed in 1934, that is affixed to your paperwork. Once you pass the BATFE’s background check and your forms are processed, they are shipped back to your dealer. Once the dealer has the paperwork back from BATFE, you fill out a Form 4473 at the dealer and the suppressor is transferred to you.

Technology at it finest.

This review is to show that improvement in one field of technology may not influence or support other and older technology. If the new technology works, why not use it?

Friday, March 7, 2014

Batten down the hatches, America

Batten down the hatches, America


Batten down the hatches, America, for the latest monster has reared its ugly head, and its name is . . . Facebook.

This, at least, is the premise of a new gun-control petition, in which the entertainingly neurotic founder of Moms Demand Action, Shannon Watts, complains that “Facebook and Instagram are currently being used to facilitate sales and trades of firearms between private sellers.” In consequence, Watts and her cohorts are calling for the company to “ban gun-themed fan pages on the site,” technology website VentureBeat confirmed yesterday. Thus far, Mayors Against Illegal Guns, a few drearily predictable celebrities, and nearly 100,000 Americans have added their names to the supplication.

Shunning Gun Owners


Starting awake from a sound sleep by the explosion of your door being smashed open and the heavy stomping of booted feet, you stumble down the stairs and into the hallway. As you turn toward the sounds, you’re blinded by multiple bright lights and hear many people screaming at you, but their words are unintelligible. You raise your hands to shield your eyes, but you have your cell phone in your right hand. As soon as it comes into view, you’re overwhelmed by a tidal wave of explosive sounds and feel the first bullets rip into your body. There are stars, so many stars, winking and suddenly, everything goes silent and black and your last conscious thought is a feeling of falling.