So the church and school I do computer work for paid me recently which gave me a sizable chunk of mad money to play around with. Along with a few small wood working tools I’ve needed and a nice bottle of rum I decided to finally take the plunge and buy myself a rifle. My choice, a Hi-Point 4095TS .40 caliber carbine. I already own a C-9 9mm, which is a beast of a gun, but reliable and inexpensive. The carbines have overwhelmingly positive reviews on YouTube and at $305.00 its a steal. Having made up my mind to buy one I headed down to my local gun store and checked it out. Knowing something of the new gun laws in CA and after scoping the gun out a couple of times I knew I needed some paperwork like my birth certificate in order to buy it, so I grabbed my copy and headed out.

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Hipoint 4095 .40 caliber carbine (stock w/CA required paddle grip)

When I arrived I spoke to one of the sales people and informed them that I wanted to start the process of a purchase, which I knew would require I get a new Firearms Safety Card (FSC) which only requires the passing of a simple 30 question test. This interaction is where things started to derail and the weight of California government started to bear down on me.

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Optional bullpup stock from High Tower Armory (See end of the post).

The salesperson informed me that I could not use a copy of my birth certificate but had to have an official one directly from the hall of records of the town of my birth. Not only that, but the copy showed my last name as a hyphenated hybrid of my mother and fathers last names, since I was born before they were actually married. Because my drivers license did not reflect this hyphenated last name I would also need to get a new license with the change. “You may as well the the new Real ID”, he told me.

Great.

Fortunately my mom had an official copy, which she brought me at work. After looking up what was needed for the Real ID, filling out the online application and getting together the additional documents I prepared to head to the local DMV (which is literally around the corner from my office) as early as I could so that I could be one of the first people in line. I knew they opened at 7 am daily, and that when I typically drive by on the way to work around 6-630 am they are already lined up around the front of the building. Not wanting to wait too long or miss too much work I arrived the next day at 530 am and sat around in my truck until I saw a couple of people gather at the front door. They opened at 7 am and I was the second person in line. It took all of 45 seconds from the time I handed the guy at the counter my paperwork for him to look at it and tell me I could not get a Real ID until, surprise, my social security card matched the hyphenated last name on my birth certificate!

Really irritated I left and headed to work where I was able to find information on correcting my SS card, which only required a single application and my birth certificate, which I fortunately had. I didn’t intend to go to the SSA office the same day but since there was one close by (I didn’t even know it was there until I did a search to find where the old one I normally went to was) I headed out.

It took me 45 minutes to get through the door. This particular SSA office keeps their doors closed and security guards only let one person in at a time to get a number then have a seat. They do their best to keep the waiting room full, but that means every woman that enters has to have her bag searched along with every person being asked what they are there for which is entered into a kiosk by the security guards which generates a ticket which you are then given so you can wait. While waiting outdoors it started raining heavily and I am glad I had my good coat on. Others were not so lucky and many of them behind me left.

When my number was finally called it took the guy behind the counter 45 minutes to enter whatever information was needed to correct the last name on my SS card, and he had to get up and go ask someone questions several times. At least it got done.

So now I just have to wait 5-10 days for my new SS card so I can take it to the DMV to qualify for my Real ID so I can wait 5-10 days for the Real ID to get to me in the mail since the gun stores cannot accept the temporary paper one so I can start my paperwork on my gun purchase so my 10 day waiting period can START!

Overall its going to take me, a legal, U.S. born citizen, around a month to get the OK to buy a gun in the great golden state of California.

I considered giving up. I could take my $500.00 and buy lots of other cool things I needed, but in the end I decided to go through the process just to give our illustrious governor and his ilk as fat a middle finger for freedom as I could. Yeah it won’t make a difference to anyone in Sacramento in the end, and my gun WILL be registered with the state, but I will have exercised my God given right, and that makes me feel like I’ve at least done something.

Unfortunately CA gun laws mean my rifle will have a huge, retarded looking paddle on the stock. Something about pistol grip being an “assault feature”. If you ask me it makes it look like it would make the gun more difficult to control, since, you know, its built with a pistol grip from the factory according to the designs for safety and useability. Also the gun comes standard with a pistol style fore-grip that holds an important tool for breaking the gun open and cleaning it. Sorry, though! In the state of CA those style grips are illegal, so the gun store takes each one of them and probably sells them online for replacement parts. Not grip. No tool. That sucks. There’s also plenty of great accessories and an incredible bullpup mod that, naturally, cannot be used in CA.

There was a time when California was the wild West, now we are just the wimpy West. Instead of gunslingers we have drug slingers and are looking at banning all gasoline powered lawn equipment to “save the environment”.

I’ll update a bit more when I actually get the gun and can put a few rounds through it. In the meantime, I’ll keep looking East, toward North Carolina. My son, the Marine, is hoping to get stationed there next year. If he does the wife and I will go visit and spend some time back there to determine if its a place we want to resettle. Unless something massive happens here in CA, we will leave. Every day we are hear pains me, and every piece of news coming out of our capitol makes me cringe.

The only “gold” left in the Golden State is painted on, and beneath the shallow glimmer lies a pile of feces.