In a world where rules prevail
Help me to understand.
I belong to a couple of hobby groups that are regulated but various government ages. SCUBA diving: had to spend a whole winter to train for that. Passed written and practical tests. Proved I could swim for about a half kilometer in the pool. And then, I had to dive to a minimum depth of ten meters. Yes, it really is cold and dark down there. I received my cards; without them, I cannot refill my air cylinder. Literally, I cannot buy air.
I have an amateur radio license. After months of study (academic level study), I had to pass stringent federal government exams and keep a log of my operating. Two different times, as I climbed the ladder of experience.
When on the air, I have to identify myself, every few minutes, using my government issued callsign. Anyone who hears me and is interested can Google my name, address and license level. I cannot own or operate my equipment without the license, and I can’t buy other equipment, retail or otherwise without those credentials. My power levels AND who I can talk to are legislated on an international level. Break the rules and my equipment can be seized. I will face heavy fines and the possibility of jail time. Literally, there are rules about how “loudly” I can talk.
And I enjoy my hobbies. I have a feeling of accomplishment, long after the sticker shock passed. You see, toys are expensive in the world of real hobbies.
My third interest group, photography, has escaped the scourge of licensing. But, I have to respect the rules and the right to privacy. No big deal, really.
So, what exactly are the firearms owners complaining about? It seems (to me) that their field of interest is subject to rules and regulations, just like mine. The only real difference is that their hobby can kill others, while mine are more apt to kill me.
