Senator Frank Lautenberg (D-N.J.) scares the crap out of me.
Anti-gun legislators like Chuck Schumer, Ted Kennedy, and Diane Feinstein may annoy me with their pandering, grandstanding, and distortion in their crusade to enforce their interpretation of the 2nd Amendment, but at least they are doing their worst from within the system.
Lautenberg wants to circumvent the system with an evil end-run that would do the NeoCons proud.
See, the FBI has compiled a reported 50,000 names for a terrorism watch list, including terror suspects, their families, neighbors, and co-workers.
Sen. Lautenberg finds it shocking that people on the list can buy guns and that their National Instant Check System (NICS) records are treated the same as anyone else’s. In a seemingly minor, common-sense move, he’s introducing legislation to retain NICS records of terror list folks for ten years. In other words, Sen. Lautenberg is wielding the terrorist watch list, a product of nascent totalitarianism, as a tool to further his “liberal” agenda.
How do you get on the list? How is the list used? Is there any way to get off the list? No one knows and the gummint ain’t sayin’.
An extrajudicial government agency puts your name on a secret list and then some Democrat from New Jersey wants to make sure that you’re treated nearly on a par with terrorists, felons, illegal aliens, and the mentally ill.
I suppose it’s only a matter of time before agents from the Bureau of Information Retrieval drop through a hole in your ceiling.
Oh, I almost forgot: The current Pope is probably working hand-in-hand with Lautenberg. I'm sure that being perforated with a firearm leads to some deep personal bias.
In other news: A quick note to let the world know that the inside bathroom is done. Not “just a few more nail holes to fill and touch up with paint” done, but completely 100% done. I walk into the bathroom and my critical eye roves over the entire room not stopping once at something that needs doing. Oh, of course, I notice several bits that are not completely perfect, but they are much better than good enough and, most importantly, they are done.
Now it’s time to move on to refacing the fireplace in honey onyx, replacing the nasty 70s-style vinyl floor in the entryway, restoring the master bathroom before the floor rots out from beneath the leaking shower and toilet, taming our weed patch of a front yard, and planning our second-story addition.
Shuffled in amongst these projects is helping Harlock out with some of his home improvements.
I guess no one should be surprised that my three-year-old son, closely supervised, is a champ with a tape measure, socket wrench, and cordless drill.
For the curious, insane, or the curiously insane, here’s the final task list from the inside bathroom project. As I’ve mentioned before, it doesn’t include all the demolition, structural repair, shower plumbing, tub installation, or tiling. I did all that before I discovered the personal utility of meticulous task lists.
Pakeha