New York bill would tax luxury second homes outside of NYC

Metric, of course.
I prefer the inch pattern. You can use both inch and metric mags in them.

The Brit SLR pictured was built off a matching parts kit.

I have another that shot so well with irons I scoped it with a Burris 3X prism scope on a DSA mount....Sits on the same plane as a Brit SUIT scope.

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I prefer the inch pattern. You can use both inch and metric mags in them.

The Brit SLR pictured was built off a matching parts kit.

I have another that shot so well with irons I scoped it with a Burris 3X prism scope on a DSA mount....Sits on the same plane as a Brit SUIT scope.

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I can shoot, but I am no gunsmith, hence the metric.
 
Anyone who doesn't realize that Mamu is a communist asshole by now will never get it, stupid fuks that they are.
 
I can shoot, but I am no gunsmith, hence the metric.
Metric makes shit-all difference how a SLR/FAL shoots.

My STG-58 (Austrian version) was also built on a like new matching parts kit. It shoots no better or worse than my inch pattern SLRs. :dunno:

LOL....When South African 7.62 NATO was surplused of in the US in the early 2000s I bought huge at a gun show. 200 rd Battle Packs were like $8.00 each. Excellent stuff.

I had a Honda Accord at the time that I loaded down the rear seat and trunk. It was all I could do to keep the front wheels down when I started on the way home. I had to stop and shift some weight out of the trunk into the passenger side next to me.
 

ALBANY - In parts of the Adirondacks, nearly one in five homes sit empty, a vacancy trend that local officials say is hollowing out once year-round communities into seasonal ghost towns.

Now, state Sen. Patricia Fahy, a Democrat who represents a large portion of the Capital Region, wants to take a page from New York City's playbook by introducing legislation that would let municipalities across the state impose an opt-in tax on luxury second homes and investor-owned properties worth more than $5 million.

on ultra-wealthy second homeowners in New York City, reviving a long-stalled "pied-à-terre" tax aimed at helping close the city's multi-billion-dollar budget gap. The tax is being discussed as part of New York's $260 billion budget, which was due April 1 - a deadline that was extended for the eighth time this week.

Hochul said the proposed New York City tax would impose an annual surcharge on residential properties that are within the five boroughs and not used as primary residences. According to the governor's office, the tax would be imposed based on a property's value as determined by the city tax assessor. Hochul said the tax would allow the city to levy a tax surcharge that would generate at least $500 million in recurring annual revenue.

Fahy's bill would aim to help cash-strapped upstate municipalities facing severe budget deficits driven by rising costs, stagnating revenue and delayed state aid. Rochester is staring down a $131 million deficit, while Albany's 2026 shortfall stands at $15 million.

Looks like NY is just as unfriendly to second homeowners as NYC is.

I guess they never thought of cutting back services that were not essential to running the state to fill their shortfalls.

LOL....It's sort of like keeping a second home in WV.....Nice scenery, but it's full of WVians. ;)
I simply don't understand why anyone would vote democrat.
 
Says the dude consumed with guns.

Guns are what make people free. No one just volunteers freedom for nothing.

Guess how you got to be free?

Guess what happens to people who take their fought for freedom for advantage???
 
Metric makes shit-all difference how a SLR/FAL shoots.

My STG-58 (Austrian version) was also built on a like new matching parts kit. It shoots no better or worse than my inch pattern SLRs. :dunno:

LOL....When South African 7.62 NATO was surplused of in the US in the early 2000s I bought huge at a gun show. 200 rd Battle Packs were like $8.00 each. Excellent stuff.

I had a Honda Accord at the time that I loaded down the rear seat and trunk. It was all I could do to keep the front wheels down when I started on the way home. I had to stop and shift some weight out of the trunk into the passenger side next to me.
Guns are tools. Honestly, this whole assault rifle thing confuses me. Are the zombies coming? So we really think we can defeat an Army? Confuses me.

In this area it is not unusual for people to totally depend on game and gardens. I mean grocery budgets less than a week of Starbucks from the idiots for a month. And the thing is, the protein, they are donating excess to the food bank. I hit a deer a little over a year ago, five in the morning. Knocked right by the volunteer fire department. Pulled in at the gas station at the intersection, car was toast but drivable and running. Go back home, file a claim, then head to Mom's to borrow the truck and have the car towed to the shop. On the way, deer gone, probably hanging at the fire station, LOL.

But guns are tools. I recently passed all my guns along, distributed them among my kids. Everyone had a purpose, a job. Duck, ten guage. Grouse, twelve for most. Sixteen, who has one? Rabbit, period, not a better gauge. Twenty, dove, personally, I would never hunt dove. And the .410, not a better coon gun. And for me, always the gun of choice, double barrel.

So they land in their lear jet, fancy ass dogs and high priced guns, Dad has invited them for a hunt. Boy howdy, they got no idea what is coming. Buck meets us, that is Grandpaw, five foot nothing and meaner than a snake. He has Mike, Brittany Spaniel. They laugh at my .410 and being what, 14.

We hit the field. Immediately you know who is in charge, Mike. And when he points it is time for school. Covey jumps up, boom, reaction time, I knock down the first one. Dad is so cute, runs through all three rounds in his automatic and comes up with squat. He don't care, he is there to shoot. Grandpaw, oh hell he schools them, when the dust clears, three shots, four birds, he hits the cross. And the last one, me, modified barrel, and yes, I knock it down, but Mike brings it to me and I got to rip its head off.

Dad's guest. Hell shotgun is still at their hip and their mouth is hanging open. And when Mike starts tracking the singles Grandpaw breaks down his gun and looks at the guests and points at me. Enjoy the show.
 
Guns are tools. Honestly, this whole assault rifle thing confuses me. Are the zombies coming? So we really think we can defeat an Army? Confuses me.

In this area it is not unusual for people to totally depend on game and gardens. I mean grocery budgets less than a week of Starbucks from the idiots for a month. And the thing is, the protein, they are donating excess to the food bank. I hit a deer a little over a year ago, five in the morning. Knocked right by the volunteer fire department. Pulled in at the gas station at the intersection, car was toast but drivable and running. Go back home, file a claim, then head to Mom's to borrow the truck and have the car towed to the shop. On the way, deer gone, probably hanging at the fire station, LOL.

But guns are tools. I recently passed all my guns along, distributed them among my kids. Everyone had a purpose, a job. Duck, ten guage. Grouse, twelve for most. Sixteen, who has one? Rabbit, period, not a better gauge. Twenty, dove, personally, I would never hunt dove. And the .410, not a better coon gun. And for me, always the gun of choice, double barrel.

So they land in their lear jet, fancy ass dogs and high priced guns, Dad has invited them for a hunt. Boy howdy, they got no idea what is coming. Buck meets us, that is Grandpaw, five foot nothing and meaner than a snake. He has Mike, Brittany Spaniel. They laugh at my .410 and being what, 14.

We hit the field. Immediately you know who is in charge, Mike. And when he points it is time for school. Covey jumps up, boom, reaction time, I knock down the first one. Dad is so cute, runs through all three rounds in his automatic and comes up with squat. He don't care, he is there to shoot. Grandpaw, oh hell he schools them, when the dust clears, three shots, four birds, he hits the cross. And the last one, me, modified barrel, and yes, I knock it down, but Mike brings it to me and I got to rip its head off.

Dad's guest. Hell shotgun is still at their hip and their mouth is hanging open. And when Mike starts tracking the singles Grandpaw breaks down his gun and looks at the guests and points at me. Enjoy the show.
O-Tay.
 
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