Redneck Revolver
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at the request of another poster ive decided to share my experiance with guns, and my high school. this happened before joing the high road. let me give a little backround info. i was 17 during the course of these events, im now 18. my friend has been 18 throughout the entire length of the stroy though is soon to turn 19. we'll call him bob in this story. bob was kicked out of his house back in august. me, being pretty much is only friend other than his girlfreind, took him in and he has been living with me since. we're good freinds and have bonded alot since he's lived here. we both are avid beleivers in the constitution and firearms ownership. odviously since he is somewhat homeless however, he really doesnt have any money to indulge in owning a gun himself. around christmas time i was feeling pretty bad for him. no family of his own to spend the holidays with, i decided i would be charitable and give him money to buy a gun. i couldnt go and get it myself because, like i said, i was only 17. so shortly after christmas, me and him went to dunhams. we had been there a few times before and he seemed interested in the g3 or CETME models. however the last visit he told me he was fond of the wasr-10, like me. this is suggnificant becasue i also liked the gun alot. anyways i gave him the money, he passed the backround check, and we left the store with a brand new gun. now before you guys go saying i wanted the gun for me, thats not true. i thought maybe me and him could go shoot together, and bond some more as friends yes, but never did i say or think that it was MY gun. a couple months go by and we figure "what goods a gun without ammo?" so we order 1000 rounds from cabella(sp) online, at $75 (not bad huh?) wolf 122gr jhp. about a month afterwords, still not shot off a single round because its difficult to find a range that will allow A:bi-metal jackets which my wolf ammo had or B: a range where you can shoot and ak replica. anyways life continued happily. ownership was fairly known at school, and kind of expected (im very vocal about the 2nd amendment) students questioned it but they were pretty ignorant and so we didnt pay anymind to them. around the time the hockey team was going to the finals, they started shaving their heads. we and bob didnt exactly like it since we're true skinheads (as in we shave our heads completly bald, not in the neo-nazi sense) i was "sick" one day because i wanted to sleep in. apparently during the day bob said that he didnt appriciate the hockey team shaving their heads. no mention of a gun or even violence was uttered. someone questioend his girlfriend, someone who is disapproving of firearms, as to whether or not bob owned a gun. she said yes and knew how to use it. since i wasnt there i cannot say for certain if that was a threat or not, but its quite a vauge threat if it is one at all. so bob and his girlfriend spend the day in the office. the police are called. the administration at the school is demonizing my friend for owning a legal firearm. anyways they eventually reach the decision: give up the gun or be expelled. they said originally that the gun wouldnt be destroyed or anything and would simply be put into storage, along with the 1000 rounds, for the rest of the school year, whereupon we could go and reclaim it. anyways the detective who was overseeing this whole arrangement went to my moms work to ask for permission to enter the house and sieze the gun. he explains to her that the gun will not be destroyed and we could get it back later. AFTER she had signed it however the detective says on his way out "we're going to destroy it" . he lied to my mom, someone who used to work for him. he then must get bobs permission to destroy the gun. he tells bob that my mom, who is the reason bob is not living on the street right now, that my mom wnats the gun destroyed. odviously he will comply. so he lies to bob too. they come to the house that day while im still "sick" and take it along with the 1000 rounds and a hunting magazine I purchased so we could hunt with it. anyways bob is told by the school that he isnt suspencded BUT the administration doesnt want him anywhere near school property. later in the night the school calls my house and tells my mom that I shouldnt come in until monday either. now before i continue let me discuss my image a little. it was cold out as this happened in late febuary/early march. i wore a black leather trench coat, as it was very comfortable and kept me warm, plus i like it. i also wore a 30-06 casing around my neck. this was taken from my grandfathers 21 gun salute at arlington a few years ago and i wear it as a sign of rememberance for him. apparently i was presenting a "negative image" or something like that. anyways the next day both me and bob dont have school. his girlfriend has to go in with her father and discuss her situation. after leaving the building he procedes(sp) TO BEAT HIS OWN DAUGHTER IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SCHOOL PARKING LOT, IN VIEW OF NEARLY HALF THE SCHOOL AND THE SECURITY GUARDS nothing is done for 20 minutes while i continually hits and abuses her. the police come at one piont and tell him "you need to cool it" she comes to my house, where me and bob take pictures of the various marks hes left on her. the man has had numourus calls of domestic abuse for beating his kids and keeps a large folder of child porn on his laptop. we after we take the pictures we go down to the police station to file a report and hopefully put the sick bastard in jail for a little while. when we get there shes taken into the back and questioned. neither me or bob sees her for the rest of the day. then the detective who came to my house, and lied to both bob and my mom, comes out to question us. first he takes bob. after about an hour he comes back and takes me for questioning. bear in mind we are still here to file the report. he asks me one question regarding why we are there. he then begins to question me about the gun, asking me if its been fired, have we done anything illgeal with it, why 1200+ rounds? i begin to defeand myself and my friend. after we left the station bob tells me that the detective did the exact same thing with him! anyways we sit out for the rest of the weekend, simply stewing in our own rage at the situation. my mom, another person who isnt exactly thrilled with the idea of a gun in the house, but still supports us, has to come in and talk to the school with us on monday. on monday we go in, expecting to return to our regular day after the meeting. this is not the case. apparently we need to see "an outside opinion" in the form of a psychological evaluation. its supposed to be with someone outside of the school. so they set it up with the school district psychologist. this happens two days later. bobs girlfriend must also go under the whole psychological evaluation thing. anyways on wensday when we're all supposed to go it turns out that its not just the district psychologist who is meeting us. the prinicple, both assitant principles, the detective who lied to us, they're all there too. very "outside" dont you think? anyways the talk to me about various things, and conduct myself in a very calm open manner. they question me on various things, and i do get to call the detective a liar infront of everyone, so that makes me feel a tad better. however the story ends well because all of us were allowed back into school. but i cannot where my necklace and meither me nor bob can wear trench coats. the principles can however. the reason we didnt fight this as hard as we could ahve is becasue we're both seniors and graduation is close at hand. however AFTER graduation i will have about 6 differant civil liberties organizations on speed dial.
well thats my story, sorry for the long post. hope that helps everyone understand just how bad the worlds gotten.
well thats my story, sorry for the long post. hope that helps everyone understand just how bad the worlds gotten.
