Something about the Air Force and gold-plated weapon sys- nah, too easy...
And while the wood is nice, this is just putting lipstick on a pig, though I like that Nike swoosh-like touch on the grips of the chromed piece.
Everybody knows you use a silenced weapon because you don't want to draw attention to yourself...
Now, if you're going to gild a lily, this is the way to do it.
And this is just a fine example of the gun engravers art. About the only tasteful piece in this collection of trophies from one of Saddam's palaces.
In some respects, Saddam was a typical gangsta. All about the bling. When you essentially gold-plate a muffler pipe....
And while the wood is nice, this is just putting lipstick on a pig, though I like that Nike swoosh-like touch on the grips of the chromed piece.
Everybody knows you use a silenced weapon because you don't want to draw attention to yourself...
Now, if you're going to gild a lily, this is the way to do it.
And this is just a fine example of the gun engravers art. About the only tasteful piece in this collection of trophies from one of Saddam's palaces.
In some respects, Saddam was a typical gangsta. All about the bling. When you essentially gold-plate a muffler pipe....
When my uncle died and my cousins moved my aunt to a nursing home, they found his Thompson from WWII in the attic. Panic ensued for a while as everyone new it was illegal to own. As too many people were involved, and the story was spreading around town, they turned it in to the cops. (sigh)
As for the Thompson, that was the best you could hope for - other than to turn it over to a museum willing to accept it.
However... I would most definately buy one of those engraved pistols. That's GORGEOUS.
So I get the call. Lot of noise in the background, women shouting for the kids to go out back and play (It's raining), wives threatening husbands about not spending another minute in this house while that gun is hear. Normal Italian stuff.
OK...OK...tell everyone to shut up and get something to write with.
1. Don't touch the gun.
2. Treat it like it's loaded. (It wasn't but a full mag was near by)
3. Call the police and tell them to come get it.
4. Tell them the truth, fill out all the forms they want and never ever lie.
5. Put the wine down and quit drinking.
6. Send the women home with the kids.
7. Only one person speaks to the cops, keep the story short and simple. Don't lie.
8. Put your fathers picture with the Purple Heart on the mantle so the cops can see it.
9. Calm down, nobody is going to jail.
10. Call me when they leave.
Of course the cops were very thorough and asked tons of questions, but it all worked out. I got a free meal from cousins that know how to cook. Priceless.
If it's an NFA-registered gun, then they are legal to own if your local laws allow.
I'm betting that the gun Fishmugger was talking about was not a registered weapon.
http://www.williammaloney.com/Aviation/WestPointMilitaryMuseum/WorldWarII/pages/24AdolphHitlersLilliputPistol.htm
The everyday stuff from the basement armories and the steamer trunks in his "parlors" wound up on the streets, and in the hands of law-abiding citizens who realized they'd now be able to protect themselves from thugs without winding up in one of Saddam's prisons.
and I'll take the chromed AKS, too...
Olga's a Nike fan? Who'd a-thunk it...?
Patton may have liked that stuff, but not me.
They also made similarly engraved Renaissance grade Browning M1922s in .380 and the puny (but cute) little Browning .25 ACP pocket pistol and they sold them in a set of all three and one of those will run you about $5-6K. Matching his and hers guns with a spare hideout gun left over, or for the (suitably aged) child for dressy occasions.
All invented by firearms genius John M. Browning, inventor of everyon's favorites like the M1911 .45 auto, good old Ma Deuce .50 cal machine guns, the BAR, the WInchester 97 shotgun and the WInchester Model 94 .30-30 deer rifle. Then on the eighth day...
Just ask for FN Renaissance grade pistols....
Sib Three is *the* gummint SME on ivory. He tell the diff between the legal, old and the illegal, recent, *and* he can show you what to look for. Asking him to verify a piece of "faux" will get you a quizzical look and a two-hour class on how to tell the difference between real and fake.
And he's been tested, annually -- the kid's *good*.
Of course, "kid" in this context means he's 58...
Bill, sometimes it's very hard for me to remember you're a contemporary of my father... until you say things like this.
Heh.
And, yes, I do feel ashamed for the previous post. :)
My only consolation is that
your father is obviously fiendishly good-looking and amazingly tolerant of his offspring's occasional lapse of mental acuitythe Dennizennes don't say that.Not often, anyway...
I guess what I'm trying to say is, by putting you in the company of my father I actually was attempting to pay you one of the highest compliments I know. I have the deepest respect for you sir, and I am honored to have conversed with you over the interwebz. If you were in anyway offended by what I posted, I am most truly sorry. Such was never my intent.
'Cept for that wiseass Ţepeş kid, Vlad...