“So, not a machine gun, then.”
It’s a device that will convert a semi automatic Glock into a fully automatic weapon. So legally speaking that part in and off itself is indeed considered a machine gun.
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In the 80s, I was in a Marine unit that several times got a lot of ammunition and could not turn it back to the ammo dump. This was during the same period when the Corps was converting from M16A1s to M16A2s. The A1 was capable of fully automatic fire and the M2s were capable of burst firing (three shots with one trigger pull). At that time I was really accurate with the M16. As such, I tried comparing my ability in all three: semi, burst and fully automatic. With a bipod, I could control the rifles in all three mods. From the off hand position, the burst and full auto were basically a waste of ammo (The first round went where I wanted it and the rest went "high and to the right."). After shooting a few magazines in burst mode or full automatic, I would go back to semi-automatic, because I wanted to hit what I was shooting at.
I read somewhere that it requires thousands of rounds to train someone to accurately shoot in full automatic mode and from my experience I believe it.
NOW you see how long this has been going on; that a man calling himself a “woman” has Deep State roots to it.
After all — if FedGov can call anything something it isn’t, well; it’s still “We, The People...” right?
I’m gonna go see if the clerk at the grocery store will commit a hate crime and mis-denominate my $5 as I use it to purchase $75 worth of groceries, and expect $25 in change.
After that, I’m going to play Blackjack for awhile at the casino, and I bet the House will mis-identify the cards in my hand when I call “Blackjack!”
I mean — since when does the red 3 mean the card isn’t really an ace? And since when does the red 7 mean the cars isn’t the Jack of Clubs??
Of course, you now also see the problem with the old saw about the square peg in the round hole:
THE PEG WAS ROUND ALL ALONG!!
Poor thing’s had its true identity abused for maybe a hundred years by now; ain’t nobody ever called it according to its true self...
Now. Upon that overload of sarcasm, I shall excuse myself; I feel lunch coming back...