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Originally Posted by Ohio
Insurance for guns is an idea that should be on the table.
Licensing firearms like we do motor vehicles is another.
Mandating courses or testing might be another.
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My point is that you won't get these things on the table without an ally who has a financial interest and deeper pockets than the NRA. Right now any politician who goes against the NRA will be outspent by their opponent, backed by the NRA, in the next election. Once you balance that dynamic out with the Insurance industry you will see many sensible policies on the table.
For example, the NRA recently said that schools should be our most hardened target. Who would be against that. But, who pays? I would argue that you need a yearly registration fee for guns, similar to cars, which is a tax to pay for the added security necessary. Since it is currently "illegal" to have a national registry of guns the solution is simple, when you go to buy ammo you have to show proof of insurance and proof of having paid the registration fee for that year.
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Originally Posted by Ohio
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Let me tell you a true story. When I was 18 I came back to NY from England. I was now legally able to drink so my friends took me out to a number of bars and got me drunk. When I tried to drive home I dropped the keys. This had happened to me before and it had taken a very long time to get the keys out from between the seat. In my condition I couldn't even attempt that, so I decided to walk to my friend's house so he could come back and help me. Halfway there I decided to lie down on a little grassy hill which happened to be in front of the local police department. This was at 2 or 3 am. When I woke up I decided to try again to find the keys and as I was feeling along the floorboard a cop came up and asked what I was doing. I told him I was looking for my keys. He asked what kind of car I had, a stupid question. I told him it was a volkswagen bug. He told me that this was not my car, I looked up and sure enough it was a cop car. So they took me inside and called my dad who came and picked me up and drove me home. When I tell some of my coworkers this story they are amazed because they get threatened with arrest simply by being "in the wrong neighborhood".