This description is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone or anything is purely coincidental. Rated E.
One day you wake up, and Joe, Nancy and Chuck are sitting at your dining room table. Chuck has a laptop. You say, 'Get out of my house,' but they don't listen. They say that this is a very important meeting. A Council. Joe says, 'Take a seat.' You pull out the only remaining chair, and Joe drops a glass of water to the floor. Broken glass and water lay on the floor, scattered everywhere. He says to you, 'Mind getting me another glass?' You say, 'F*ck off.' Joe gives you a look of disappointment, then helps himself to another glass of water. He reminds you that this is a very important meeting. Nancy says, 'Let's get started. We need a plan to get the guns out of the hands of the average law-abiding citizen.' Now you say, 'Get the f*ck out of my house.' They don't listen. Nancy continues...'Marihuana' she says. Chuck looks up and says, 'Where? You got some?' Nancy says she will take care of him later. Joe says, 'I want some,' but nobody is listening to him. Nancy goes on... 'The  Medical Marijuana plan is working better than we expected. Stupid little people. As long as we keep it illegal at the Federal level, we should stay on track. Those stupid, ignorant little people!' 
You know what they are talking about. It is a little known fact, a law deliberately planned, and buried so deep in the bureaucracy, most people don't know about it, until it's too late. You pay a doctor to prescribe you medical marijuana in a state where it is legal for medicinal purposes, send your money to the State, and in two weeks, get your weed card Yay! And...
If you own any guns, ANY GUNS, even hunting rifles, or if you have a concealed carry permit, YOU FORFIET YOUR RIGHT TO OWN A GUN. You are under penalty of felony jail time if you don't comply. The State will know right away, because you are already in the data bank for your permit, or a background check. Your guns will be confiscated. Sure, you can sign them over to a friend, family...but then they cant get their weed card, so good luck with that. They can get away with this blatant violation of the Constitution by keeping it illegal at the Federal level. Live in a State where it's legal for recreational use? If you get caught intoxicated on weed, [it's legal remember???,] and you have a gun on you, even a hunting rifle...You got at least three felonies. You will do time.
Chuck checks the laptop...'Yep, haha, we've had XYZ amount of guns returned voluntarily, XYZ amount confiscated. XYZ arrests, XYZ convictions. Hey Nancy...where's the pipe?' 'Shut up,' Chuck, she says. She continues, 'Now we have to go after prescription medications. Cant own a gun if you take anti-depressants! Hahaha! OMG, how about OHHH-piates? No Gun! She reaches in her purse, pulls out a pill bottle and pops a few pills. She asks you, 'You got any wine?'
You say, 'Get out of my house,' but they don't listen.
Joe takes a sip of water, drops another glass and falls out of his chair. Despite his cries for help, Nancy and Chuck ignore him and keep talking. Chuck says, 'What about Big-Pharma? They aren't gonna like that. I got a vacation house on that Island...I need my campaign contributions. Hey, where's that black book...?' Nancy says, 'Shut the F*ck up, Chuck!, don't worry, I got a plan...'
You go to bed. There's your gun safe, right there where it's gonna stay. What's that quote from George Washington?, you're thinking. Something about, 'including their own government...'

Counting Days

Why do I do this? Because, well...I know it might sound crazy, but I do it for you. It's a longer story, but ya, for you.

Counting Days

DAG RIPLEY