Your Volgi and ‘Puter disagree on the Thune Amendment. ‘Puter tends towards The Czar’s side of the argument. ‘Puter thinks:
1. States should be free to set their own requirements for concealed carry, including reviewing the qualification of each person permitted to concealed carry within its boundaries.
2. No state or jurisdiction within a state should be permitted to de jure or de facto ban concealed carry. ‘Puter’s looking at you, NYC. If former cops can concealed carry without inquiry into their motives, then other citizens should be eligible to do so as well.
3. The Commerce Clause has been used for significantly more harm than good through the years, and is often the last refuge of the scoundrel.
4. The Democrats’ reference to states’ rights is absolutely comical, considering they not so long ago accused President Reagan of using “states’ rights” as a code word for keeping the black man down.
‘Puter would like to see the Supreme Court declare unconstitutional an absolute ban on CCW. And, living in New York, ‘Puter would also like to see courts strike down state-required permits to own or possess a handgun in one’s own house, or openly carried while hunting. Where’s the emanation of privacy from the penumbra of the Second Amendment, Justice Stevens?
Side note. ‘Puter’s been waiting for about three months for New York to decide whether he is of good enough character to own a handgun and concealed carry. New York has six months by statute to make a determination. In New York, one cannot even possess a handgun unless the handgun is registered to your permit, let alone own a handgun. Hence, in order to own a handgun for home defense purposes, one must get a permit. The permit can apply to possess on premises, carry for work or concealed carry. As a matter of course, due to the complexity of the forms and the cost involved, applicants outside NYC opt to apply for concealed carry, as it covers the most ground. In NYC, it is exceptionally rare to be granted a concealed carry permit unless one is a judge or politico or bodyguard of the aforementioned groups.
Mind you, ‘Puter currently owns a single shot 20 gauge, a Remington 11-96 12 gauge, a 30-30 rifle, two WWII vintage Arisakas, a scoped .177 air rifle, a semiautomatic Remington .22LR, a bolt action Savage .22LR and a .50 scoped black powder CVA. ‘Puter managed to safely own these weapons to date.
And yet somehow, ‘Puter’s not capable, without imprimatur of the state, to possess a tame-by-comparison handgun.
Always right, unless he isn’t, the infallible Ghettoputer F. X. Gormogons claims to be an in-law of the Volgi, although no one really believes this.
’Puter carefully follows economic and financial trends, legal affairs, and serves as the Gormogons’ financial and legal advisor. He successfully defended us against a lawsuit from a liquor distributor worth hundreds of thousands of dollars in unpaid deliveries of bootleg shandies.
The Geep has an IQ so high it is untestable and attempts to measure it have resulted in dangerously unstable results as well as injuries to researchers. Coincidentally, he publishes intelligence tests as a side gig.
His sarcasm is so highly developed it borders on the psychic, and he is often able to insult a person even before meeting them. ’Puter enjoys hunting small game with 000 slugs and punt guns, correcting homilies in real time at Mass, and undermining unions. ’Puter likes to wear a hockey mask and carry an axe into public campgrounds, where he bursts into people’s tents and screams. As you might expect, he has been shot several times but remains completely undeterred.
He assures us that his obsessive fawning over news stories involving women teachers sleeping with young students is not Freudian in any way, although he admits something similar once happened to him. Uniquely, ’Puter is unable to speak, read, or write Russian, but he is able to sing it fluently.
Geep joined the order in the mid-1980s. He arrived at the Castle door with dozens of steamer trunks and an inarticulate hissing creature of astonishingly low intelligence he calls “Sleestak.” Ghettoputer appears to make his wishes known to Sleestak, although no one is sure whether this is the result of complex sign language, expert body posture reading, or simply beating Sleestak with a rubber mallet.
‘Puter suggests the Czar suck it.