Stoopit
....all gun owners will be required to dress accordingly..
Cops shoot kids carrying toys,
not cops fault.
Must. Have. More. Gun Laws.
Make them look like a rabbit. Just so they are clearly recognized by our new breed of cops.
Toy guns have been required to have muzzles of a different color for the last decade. Kids just paint ‘em over. I suspect the same thing’ll happen if this gets passed.
From a practical matter, even if somebody who has assumed a combat stance points a turnip at me, if it has a hole in the end of it, I’m going to assume it’s a gun.
My pellet gun will take down small animals, as in kill them. Any child should have adult supervision if there are lead pellets in the gun. BBs are not as lethal as the pellets and there are some pellets that are more destructive than others. I have the most destructive in my gun.
The size and design are an exact replica of the real gun, so yes, color them so people don't get killed by having one in their hand.
If california passes such a law california police will find other “reasons” to shoot children when they want to shoot children instead of dogs.
Ah, for the good days in the South. Johnny and I were the youngest at 11 years old. The three oldest were 16 and there were a few in the middle. We’d get our bb guns and head for the woods, walking a few miles over plowed soy bean stalks, all dressed in our army uniforms. The uniforms were made of skin tight “rock and roll” blue jeans, a hat and hopefully some cotton gloves, and a winter coat. Nothing had to match the others’ clothing colors or style so they weren’t really uniforms. But we called them uniforms because we were going to play war. And you couldn’t play war unless you wore a uniform.
When a bb hit your thigh underneath those very thin tight blue jeans, you would yelp like a little puppy that had been jumped by a bigger house cat. Then you’d moan a little before you came up shooting and yelling “I’ll get you, you son of a.....” Ping! A bb would buzz by your ear.
Then back down behind a log or step behind a tree. Maybe I should come up with a plan of attack. But I usually didn’t have time because it only took about 3 “wounds” each and the war was over and we didn’t care who won. At least those of us who were wounded didn’t care. And we sure didn’t want to talk about it, either.
It was time to go find a medic. She was usually one of the guys’ mothers. She didn’t have to ask where and how we got our war wounds. She knew what we had been doing. So did all the other mothers and fathers in town. It’s what we did that winter of 1963. We played “war” with real live bb guns. And not one guy got his eye shot out!
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Boy will the cops be surprised when criminals start to disguise their guns as BB/Pellet guns....