reminded me of something I'd forgotten. Back when I lived in the 'hood, a neighbor who didn't like the music I played (he was a crank) and couldn't get the apartment complex to do anything about it - because it wasn't loud enough outside the door for them to do anything -- decided to harrass me by calling the police and, at first, telling them that he suspected domestic violence.
The police showed up, pushed their way into the apartment, and asked to search around - one of the cops already was while one had me in the corner, asking. In that "search" they found a broken beebee gun in my son's room. They picked it up and asked, "What's this?" in a tone of voice indicating that they'd discovered contraband or something.
Me: "Broken beebee gun. My son seems to like collecting broken stuff." (my inappropriate response to threat is to crack a joke, which the sizzlean don't like.)
Basically, even though guns are allowed in this country, the cops will still treat you - if you belong to the correct class - as if you shouldn't own them and that owning them is a threat.
In related story, when they searched my bookshelves... I was so ignorant(don't do drugs) that I thought they were after my shelf of books on Marxist theory! lol
shag