Second Republic of Vermont

I met some friends trying to spread the word about the Second Republic of Vermont.  I wish more states felt this good about secession.  Instead they all suck on the teat of the federal government as if it’s required.  The Second Republic of Vermont and Cascadia are two examples of a growing feeling that the US has gotten too big and out of control.  I believe the same is happening in Canada with Alberta and Quebec threatening to secede as well.

2nd Amendment Appeals

It would appear the City of Washington, DC isn’t going to take the overturned gun ban lying down.  I wouldn’t have expected them too either.  The SCOTUSblog has the updates.

Paranoia?

Hmm, I’m starting to believe this stuff.  As my German grandfather would say, beware your government. Copied from tribe.net by a Canadian professor.

Banking Fun

I had to stop at a bank in Cambridge today to sign some forms.  The bank rep asked for a picture ID.  I thought for a minute and gave her my concealed carry firearms license.  Her eyes widened in horror.  She looked at me and then looked at the armed guard in the bank.  She quickly got up and said something about having to make a copy of it.  I’m sitting there reading brochures for a good 15 minutes.  All the while I’m thinking the copy machine is broken or they’re all freaking out that there may be an armed citizen in the bank.   She returns with the branch manager.  I’m asked if I have a license.  I state the firearms license is a license, issued by the state.  They ask for a drivers license.  I calmly explain that the firearms license has more background checks and authorization than the drivers license.  I state that I have to meet the town police chief in order to get the license.  A drivers license I can print up and fake pretty easily.

The branch manager thinks for a second and then calls over the armed guard.  It turns out the armed guard is an ex-cop.  He confirms my story about the firearms license.  He then stands over me and asks if I’m armed.  I clearly state I don’t have to answer that question.  I clearly state I’ll gladly leave the bank if this is making them nervous.  I’m sure another branch would be happy to handle my paperwork.  The armed guard  is clearly not happy about this situation.  He states to the branch manager that I should finish the paperwork and leave.

The bank rep returns my firearms license, asks me to sign the paper and then says, “that’s it, all done.”  As I’m standing up, I say, “Well, that was fun.”   The branch manager looks at me and nervously walks me to the door.

Showing my firearms license is becoming a habit.  The reactions to it are great.