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  Yes.  It is technically called the Fire Control Insert.

That pin behind the trigger has to be what's holding it in.

So what holds the fire control assembly in place?

There is no such thing as "clean" ammo.  Some just foul less than others.

I have several Mec-Gar "17" rounders that work fine.  These actually....http://www.copesdistributing.com/17rnd-59066906915-blue-finish-p-182.html   I can get a full 17 rounds of brass cased ammo in them but not the Federal Aluminum, only 16 of those will fit.

  It basically clarifies what is already the law.  If you're in the business of selling guns you get a license.   For example, those guys you see at every single gun show buying and selling guns who always have tables in the same spot.  They're going to have to get a license as they are obviously "in the business".

  That's not going to happen.

Haven't heard a thing about it....or their RM380 that's been out since the R51 fiasco, but the 380 seems like a dandy little pistol.  Feels pretty solid from the one or two I've seen.   Not sure if you wanted two different responses but you did ask the question twice.  :P

Haven't heard a thing about it....or their RM380 that's been out since the R51 fiasco, but the 380 seems like a dandy little pistol.  Feels pretty solid from the one or two I've seen.

Your best post ever.

One of those prime time TV talent show people. That's all I know and want to know. Neither are in my music rotation nor will they ever be.

  I'd expect that from a Bersa.  :P

As much as I like Jeff Quinn and Gunblast he is still sponsored by dealers and manufacturers. You're not going to find a bad review of anything from someone who is being paid.  The printed gun rags are notorious for this.

  That is unacceptable.

  Yes there is. It's called economics.  Glock simply gives the best deal to LE agencies.  Secondly any idgit can operate one.  The only training really required is to keep the booger hook off the bang switch.

MRE dinner date - the following is a story from a young Marine.   I had a date the other night at my place. On the phone the day before, the girl asked me to "Cook her something she's never had before" for dinner.  After many minutes of scratching my head over what to make, I finally settled on something she has DEFINITELY never eaten before.   I got out my trusty case of MRE's (Meal, Ready-to-Eat) Field rations that when eaten in their entirety contain 3000+ calories in each meal. Here's what I made: I took three of the Ham Slices out of their plastic packets, took out three of the Pork Chops, three packets of Chicken-a-la-king and eight packets of dehydrated butter noodles and some dehydrated/rehydrated rice. I cooked the Ham Slices and Pork Chops in one pan, sauteed in shaved garlic and olive oil.  In another pot, I blended the Chicken a-la-king, noodles, and rice together to make a sort of mush that looked suspiciously like succotash. I added some spices, and blended everything together in a glass pan that I then cooked in the oven for about 35 minutes at 450 degrees. When I took it out, it looked like, well, ham slices, pork chops, and a bed of yellow poop.  I covered the tops of the meat in the MRE cheese (kinda like Velveeta) and added some green sprinkly things from one of my spice cans (hey, if it has green sprinkly things on it, it looks fancy right?) For dessert, I took four MRE Pound Cakes, mashed 'em up, added five packets of cocoa powder, powdered coffee cream, and some water.  I heated it up and stirred it until it looked like a sort of chunky gelatinous xxxxxxx, and I sprinkled powdered sugar on top of it.  Voilaanger Pudding! For dinner drinks, I took the rest of my bottle of Military Special Vodka (yes, they DO make a type of liquor named "Military Special"...it sells for $4.35 per fifth at the Class Six) and mixed in four packets of "Electrolytes - 1 each - Cherry flavored" (I swear, the packet says that).  It looked like an eerie Kool-Aid with sparkles in it (that was the electrolytes I guess... but could've been leftover sand from Egypt ). I lit two candles, put a vase of wildflowers in the middle, and set the table with my best set of Ralph Lauren Academy-series China (that stuff is EXPENSIVE... My set of 8 place settings cost me over $600 on sale at the Lejeune PX), and put the alcoholic drink in a crystal wine decanter. She came over, and I had some appetizers already made, of MRE spaghetti-with-meatballs, set in small cups.  She saw the dinner, saw the food, and said "This looks INCREDIBLE!!!" We dug in, and she loved the food. Throughout the meal, she kept asking me how long it took me to make it, and kept remarking that I obviously knew a thing or two about cooking fine meals. She kind of balked at the make-shift "wine" I had set out, but after she tried it I guess she liked it because she drank four glasses during dinner. At the end of the main course, when I served the dessert, she squealed with delight at the "Chocolate mousse" I had made.  Huh? Chocolate what?  Okay... Yeah... Its Chocolate Moose.  Took me HOURS to make... Yup! Later on, as we were watching a movie, she excused herself to use my rest room.  While she was in there, I heard her say softly to herself "uh oh" and a resounding but petite fart punctuated her utterance of dismay. Let the games begin.  She sprayed about half a can of air freshener (Air Freshener, 1 each, Orange scent.  Yup.  The military even makes smell-good) and returned to the couch, this time with an obvious pained look.  After 10 more minutes she excused herself again, and retreated to the bathroom for the second time, I could hear her say, "What the hell is WRONG with me???" as she again send flatulent shock waves into the porcelain bowl.  This time, they sounded kinda wet, and I heard the toilet paper roll being employed, and again, LOTS more air freshener. Back to the couch.  She smiles meekly as she decides to sit on the chair instead of next to me.  She sits on my chair, knees pulled up to her chest, kind of rocking back and forth slightly.  Suddenly, without a word, she ROCKETED up and FLEW to the bathroom, slammed the door, and didn't come out for 30 minutes.  I turned the movie up because I didn't want her to hear me laughing so hard that tears were streaming down my cheeks. She came out with a slightly gray pallor to her face, and said "I am SOOOOOO sorry.  I have NO idea what is wrong with me.  I am so embarrassed; I can't believe I keep running to your bathroom!!" I gave her an Imodium AD, and she finally settled down and relaxed.  Later on, she asked me again what I had made for dinner, because she had enjoyed it so much.  I calmly took her into the kitchen and showed her all the used MRE bags and packets in the trash can.  After explaining to her that she had eaten roughly 9,000 calories of "Marine Corps Field Rations" she turned stark white, looked at me incredulously, and said "I ate 9,000 calories of dehydrated food that was made 3 years ago?" After I admitted it, she grabbed her coat and keys, and took off without a word.  She called me yesterday.  Seems she couldn't shit for 5 days, and when she finally did, the smell was so bad, her roommate could smell it from down the hall.  She also told me she had been working out nonstop to combat the high caloric intake, and that she never wanted me to cook dinner for her again, unless she was PERSONALLY present and supervising. It was a fun date.  She laughed about it eventually and said that that was the first time she'd ever crapped in a guy's house on a date.  She'd been so upset by it she was in tears in the bathroom while I had been in tears on the couch.

Buy one.  The Shield is great.

Perfecta is made in Italy by Fiocchi.

It's a magic clip.    I also counted 18 rounds both times.  Several comments on the video about it but no answer.

I see you are a man of class.

Enhanced Micro Pistol in Springfield Armory talk.

The gays are taking over. Let's go ahead and get 2016 started. LOL

Saw a commercial featuring those goobers as well with hats for the food.

  :lol:  After seeing that commercial about 100 times I might have to go get one myself.

I wish we could have another go at Florida.