Therein lies the problem although it's not confined to just NJ. Politics is not full time job. There should be local, state, federal and lifetime term limits imposed on these people. She's 81 years old. She should be home enjoying her grandkids while they sit on her saggy boobs.
Good 'ole NJ. They already outlaw firearms and ammunition unless transported in a way that makes them completely ineffective for their designed purpose and they still can't shut-up about it. Bergen County - typical. I lived out in the trees near the west border in Warren County but we were still subject to these turds. Long ago, thank the Lord.
I grew up in Bergen County in the 60's and 70's. I never understood why my dad was so hesitant to take his pistol to the shooting range in Pennsylvania (we had a cabin in the Poconos). Now I know it is because he was afraid he would get stopped along the way in NJ. Mom had to get gun permits to buy my brother and I Daisy BB guns for Christmas in 1969. Fingerprints, the whole deal. I am so thankful I left that unamerican place in 1978. I've been back for exactly 9 days since. Now that most of the family is dead I doubt I will ever go back.
I don't miss NJ, well not their gun laws anyway, I miss the shore. I grew up in Burlington County. I remember having to get assault rifle permits for my AR, AK and a Calico MP100 at $250 a pop. That was when I moved to Pa.
The only mysteries I remember was the Jersey Devil and an occasional hypodermic needle or other piece of medical waste that would wash ashore. The Jersey Devil was a pain in the butt as he would chew on your tires if you came across him in the pine barrens.
For us, it was the Hooker Man. Lost his arm on the tracks down in West Morris and you could park at the crossing and look down the line late at night and see his lantern swinging while he looked for his lost arm. Walk the tracks to it and, nothing. Scary as heck on a late night date. Long ago in the wonderful 80s.
And it's one heck of a lot more attractive than anything Jersey has, which is largely populated by docks, refineries, and greasy goons with fake orange tans.