You would assume this was illegal on the grounds of the longstanding legal precedent established in Terrified Civilians v. Holy Shit, a Goddamn Tank. But as long as the treads are modified to prevent road damage, you and your friends can roll up to 7-11 for a Slurpee in enough hardware to overthrow a banana republic, and no one can say a thing. Of course, the guns have to be disabled ... unless you're an American, baby.
In the Land of the Free, you just need a $200 federal Destructive Device Permit. That sounds like something the government would give Iron Man, but it's meant for bank executives with hard-ons for World War II armor. A local police chief also has to sign off on your ownership, and we're sure none have ever been coerced by having a tank barrel pointed at their office. The only way tank ownership could be more patriotic is if the guns were modified to fire bald eagles holding other, smaller guns.
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Those guns shoot flags and iPods loaded with nothing but different renditions of the national anthem.
As for Mr. Mead, his biggest concern is that his children will one day grow tired of looking like stone-cold badasses. Shit, man, adopt us -- you could drive us to the dentist and we wouldn't stop laughing maniacally.