So, here we go then. When the knock comes on your door to take your guns...What will you do? What will I do? Hell, I don’t have a clue. I’ll tell you this. I gave up my weapon one time. At least I’m still here. At what cost? Laying down for a bunch of Jack booted thugs to take you to jail, strip search you, put an orange jump suit on you, throw you in a cell on a plastic mattress on the floor, make you post bail, get your car outta impound....etc etc. takes a lot out of a guy. Listen to cops tell lies in court, prosecutor who has no idea what he is talking about call you a lier and a criminal, having a cop show up in court who you have never seen show up and say he arrested you....Hell, sometimes it seems like death would be easier and less demeaning anyway. Getting your weapon back and telling the actual arresting cop to kiss your ass..priceless
Of course the real lesson here is “Never call the police”. No good will come of it. It has been a long time since the days when the police were there to “Protect and serve”. The relatives called the cops. What did they think was going to happen?