Our one and only local gun store is closing for good. It's a few blocks from our house; it's been there longer than I've lived in the city, a long time.
The owners want us to believe that creeping over-regulation of firearms is killing the store. I doubt it.
More likely the business is in decline because, despite the awful gun massacres this country goes in for, gun ownership is in decline.
San Francisco is simply unpromising turf for a gun business.
The sort of people who insist that they must be allowed to threaten their neighbors anywhere and everywhere with their hardware are a dwindling minority. The tyranny of gun culture will be ended when the rest of us simply bring our numbers to bear on the problem. We are letting a small number of gun nuts wave their uninsured, over-powered, fetishized guns in our faces.
Through our sheer numbers, we can make these men earn their safety credentials, lock up their killing gear except when in use for sport or on a licensed range, carry insurance commensurate with the harm their killing tools can do, and, if necessary, replace a Supreme Court that misinterprets the Second Amendment as a personal entitlement to instruments of death.
But we do have to be a little bit brave, because we are dealing with scared bullies -- and we have to care enough to organize over time.