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Anyone know if there's a way to take the gun courses online? Was thinking of doing it during my time off work, but obviously every course is fully cancelled now.
Considering hunting as a new hobby...maybe it'll scratch the itch. Buddy has guns and all that fun stuff but I need a license to use them.
Considering hunting as a new hobby...maybe it'll scratch the itch. Buddy has guns and all that fun stuff but I need a license to use them.
Trials
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My brother-in-law but he's not online.
Where does he typically do the course? Might try and get it done when this is all over if I can't do it online.
Trials
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From his home.
Central Frontenac Township.
Does it matter? I thought handguns were restricted to the range anyway? I wanted to get a 22 handgun to play with in the country, but couldnt find a way to do it without risking a criminal record.
That's because they didnt accept jesus into their life
Sadly, fighting stupidity is a losing battle.
Who's more stupid, the dumbest person in the world or the person arguing with them?
bigpoppa
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Yes, I assume after jumping through enough legal hoops one can obtain a restricted weapon to play with at a range, but my understanding is, it is near impossible to get a prohibited weapon(unless grandfathered)
Frig me. Scheer is looking more like an idiot every day. Dont always agree with JT, but happy scheer is not in charge.
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"Among other things, the Conservatives want Parliament to sit four days a week, in person, though Scheer said Thursday they'd be open to adding virtual sessions on top of that.
“If the government has a counter-proposal, if they have a rationale for why four sessions a week are not possible, we're open to hearing that rationale and we're open to hearing alternative measures,” he told a news conference in Regina."
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"Among other things, the Conservatives want Parliament to sit four days a week, in person, though Scheer said Thursday they'd be open to adding virtual sessions on top of that.
“If the government has a counter-proposal, if they have a rationale for why four sessions a week are not possible, we're open to hearing that rationale and we're open to hearing alternative measures,” he told a news conference in Regina."
I thought it was barrel length that made handguns prohibited, not caliber. I can order a 50AE desert eagle right now if I have a spare $2500.
there’s a small practical component so you can’t currently do it online.
bigpoppa
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Legal Classes of Firearms in Canada
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"and many handguns (barrel lengths less than or equal to 105mm, .25 or .32 calibre) fall into the prohibited class. If you do not already own prohibited long guns, there is generally no legal means to acquire firearms of this type"
I may finally bother to do the course as well. This stupid covid situation could quickly go sideways with some parts of society. Having weapons in your house with no license makes you a bigger criminal than the troublemakers.
For hunting, can you legally do the sharing a gun, always within arms reach thing or is that just for kids?
bigpoppa
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Dont know if this accurate or not but:
"Non-Restricted firearms are generally your typical sporting firearms with rifles and shotguns primarily filling this category. Now these firearms could be transferred freely between licensed firearms owners without the need of registration or notifying the firearms center."
Classifications of Firearms in Canada | Firearms Canada: Buy & Sell Classifieds
In Canada, we have 3 major classifications of firearms namely Non-Restricted, Restricted and Prohibited. Let’s talk a bit about each. Non-Restricted: Non-Restricted firearms are generally your typical sporting firearms with rifles and shotguns primarily filling this category. Now these...
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Id consult with a pro on this one.
I think you can use your buddy's guns under his/her direct supervision.
That's referencing selling or giving away guns. I have access, I just don't have a license so legally they can't be at my house.Dont know if this accurate or not but:
"Non-Restricted firearms are generally your typical sporting firearms with rifles and shotguns primarily filling this category. Now these firearms could be transferred freely between licensed firearms owners without the need of registration or notifying the firearms center."
Classifications of Firearms in Canada | Firearms Canada: Buy & Sell Classifieds
In Canada, we have 3 major classifications of firearms namely Non-Restricted, Restricted and Prohibited. Let’s talk a bit about each. Non-Restricted: Non-Restricted firearms are generally your typical sporting firearms with rifles and shotguns primarily filling this category. Now these...
Id consult with a pro on this one.
Stolen from a facebook post. NYC nurse. Up to one patient/bed/shift dying. One single patient on the floor extubated and discharged in the last three weeks. ?
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I lost a patient today. He was not the first, and unfortunately he's definitely not the last. But he was different. I've been an ER nurse my entire career, but in New York I find myself in the ICU. At this point there's not really anywhere in the hospital that isn't ICU, all covid 19 positive. They are desperate for nurses who can titrate critical medication drips and troubleshoot ventiltors.
I've taken care of this man the last three nights, a first for me. In the ER I rarely keep patients for even one 12 hour shift. His entire two week stay had been rough for him, but last night was the worst. I spent the first six hours of my shift not really leaving his room. By the end, with so many medications infusing at their maximum, I was begging the doctor to call his family and let them know. "He's not going to make it", I said. The poor doctors are so busy running from code to code, being pulled by emergent patients every minute. All I could think of was the voice of my mom in my head, crying as I got on the plane to leave for this place: "Those people are alone, you take good care of them". I was the only person in that room for three nights in a row, fighting as hard as I could to keep this man alive. The doctor was able to reach the family, update them. It was decided that when his heart inevitably stopped we wouldn't try to restart it. There just wasn't anything else left to do.
Eventually, he gave up. It was just him and me and his intubated roommate in the next bed. The wooden door to the room is shut, containing infection and cutting us off from the rest of the world. I called the doctor to come and mark the time of death. I wished so much that I could let his family know that while they might not have been with him, I was.
I shut the pumps down (so horribly many of them), disconnected the vent, took him off the monitor. We didn't extubate him, too much of a risk to staff. Respiratory took the vent as soon as I called. It's just a portable one, but it's life to someone downstairs. The CNA helped me to wash him and place him in a body bag, a luxury afforded only to those who make it out of the ER. Down there the bodies pile up on stretchers, alone, while the patients on vents wait for the golden spot my gentleman just vacated. We'll talk about the ER another time. My patient was obviously healthy in his life. I look at his picture in his chart, the kind they take from a camera over a computer when you aren't really prepared. A head shot, slightly awkward. I see someone's Grandpa, someone's Dad, someones Husband. They aren't here with him. My heart breaks for them.
I fold his cute old man sweater and place it in a bag with his loafers, his belongings. I ask where to put this things. A coworker opens the door to a locked room; labeled bags are piled to the ceiling. My heart drops. It's all belongings of deceased parents, waiting for a family member to someday claim them. A few nights ago they had 17 deaths in a shift. The entire unit is only 17 beds.
These patients are so fragile. It's such a delicate balance of breathing, of blood pressure, of organ function. The slightest movement or change sends them into hours long death spirals. The codes are so frequent those not directly involved barely even register them. The patients are all the same, every one. Regardless of age, health status, wealth, family, or power the diagnosis is the same, the disease process is the same, and the aloneness is the same. Our floor has one guy that made it to extubation. He's 30 years old. I view him as our mascot, our ray of hope that not everyone here is just waiting to die. I know that most people survive just fine, but that's not what it feels like in this place. Most of the hospital staff is out sick. We, the disaster staff, keep our n95 masks glued to our faces. We all think we are invincible, but I find myself eyeing up my coworkers, wondering who the weak ones are, knowing deep down that not all of us will make it out of here alive.
A bus takes us back to the hotel the disaster staff resides in, through deserted Manhatten. We are a few blocks from Central Park. We pass radio city music hall, nbc studios, times square. There is no traffic. The sidewalks are empty. My room is on the 12th floor. At 7pm you can hear people cheering and banging on and pans for the healthcare workers at change of shift. This city is breaking and stealing my heart simultaneously. I didn't know what I was getting into coming here, but it's turning out to be quite a lot.
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I lost a patient today. He was not the first, and unfortunately he's definitely not the last. But he was different. I've been an ER nurse my entire career, but in New York I find myself in the ICU. At this point there's not really anywhere in the hospital that isn't ICU, all covid 19 positive. They are desperate for nurses who can titrate critical medication drips and troubleshoot ventiltors.
I've taken care of this man the last three nights, a first for me. In the ER I rarely keep patients for even one 12 hour shift. His entire two week stay had been rough for him, but last night was the worst. I spent the first six hours of my shift not really leaving his room. By the end, with so many medications infusing at their maximum, I was begging the doctor to call his family and let them know. "He's not going to make it", I said. The poor doctors are so busy running from code to code, being pulled by emergent patients every minute. All I could think of was the voice of my mom in my head, crying as I got on the plane to leave for this place: "Those people are alone, you take good care of them". I was the only person in that room for three nights in a row, fighting as hard as I could to keep this man alive. The doctor was able to reach the family, update them. It was decided that when his heart inevitably stopped we wouldn't try to restart it. There just wasn't anything else left to do.
Eventually, he gave up. It was just him and me and his intubated roommate in the next bed. The wooden door to the room is shut, containing infection and cutting us off from the rest of the world. I called the doctor to come and mark the time of death. I wished so much that I could let his family know that while they might not have been with him, I was.
I shut the pumps down (so horribly many of them), disconnected the vent, took him off the monitor. We didn't extubate him, too much of a risk to staff. Respiratory took the vent as soon as I called. It's just a portable one, but it's life to someone downstairs. The CNA helped me to wash him and place him in a body bag, a luxury afforded only to those who make it out of the ER. Down there the bodies pile up on stretchers, alone, while the patients on vents wait for the golden spot my gentleman just vacated. We'll talk about the ER another time. My patient was obviously healthy in his life. I look at his picture in his chart, the kind they take from a camera over a computer when you aren't really prepared. A head shot, slightly awkward. I see someone's Grandpa, someone's Dad, someones Husband. They aren't here with him. My heart breaks for them.
I fold his cute old man sweater and place it in a bag with his loafers, his belongings. I ask where to put this things. A coworker opens the door to a locked room; labeled bags are piled to the ceiling. My heart drops. It's all belongings of deceased parents, waiting for a family member to someday claim them. A few nights ago they had 17 deaths in a shift. The entire unit is only 17 beds.
These patients are so fragile. It's such a delicate balance of breathing, of blood pressure, of organ function. The slightest movement or change sends them into hours long death spirals. The codes are so frequent those not directly involved barely even register them. The patients are all the same, every one. Regardless of age, health status, wealth, family, or power the diagnosis is the same, the disease process is the same, and the aloneness is the same. Our floor has one guy that made it to extubation. He's 30 years old. I view him as our mascot, our ray of hope that not everyone here is just waiting to die. I know that most people survive just fine, but that's not what it feels like in this place. Most of the hospital staff is out sick. We, the disaster staff, keep our n95 masks glued to our faces. We all think we are invincible, but I find myself eyeing up my coworkers, wondering who the weak ones are, knowing deep down that not all of us will make it out of here alive.
A bus takes us back to the hotel the disaster staff resides in, through deserted Manhatten. We are a few blocks from Central Park. We pass radio city music hall, nbc studios, times square. There is no traffic. The sidewalks are empty. My room is on the 12th floor. At 7pm you can hear people cheering and banging on and pans for the healthcare workers at change of shift. This city is breaking and stealing my heart simultaneously. I didn't know what I was getting into coming here, but it's turning out to be quite a lot.
That was a rough read.
Some light relief...
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Some light relief...
I Will Survive Coronavirus - Corona Virus Immunity Lockdown Playlist Covid 19
Playlist · MrMatthside Insatiable · 57 items · 56 likes
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Agreed. Sadly there were joyriders on my bus earlier in my shift who were laughing and talking about how overblown this is.That was a rough read.
Some light relief...
I Will Survive Coronavirus - Corona Virus Immunity Lockdown Playlist Covid 19
Playlist · MrMatthside Insatiable · 57 items · 56 likes
Last night a group of about 30 kids showed up out of nowhere as a group and were running around and yelling. Just being normal kids but these are not normal times.
I am worried that since the "surge" has not really arrived here yet that people are going to stop taking this seriously and start to not practive social distancing.
For me I said no to overtime tomorrow. Outside of my backyard (weather permitting) I am going nowhere. Stay home? Gladly for this guy.
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