My dad, a police chief, and his wife shown off my “ASSAULT RIFLE” to the local gun owners

Back in 2013, I was in 8th grade. I have never been much of a hunter, but I have always loved guns. On my 13th birthday I bought my first gun, a Mossberg 702 plinkster, and put it above my bed. The next year, I sold it and bought a Remington 690. The next year I sold that and bought a Remington 597. Then I sold that and bought an SKS. Then I sold that and bought a WASR. Then I sold that and bought my first AR. I then got a job and every year after that I would sell my current rifle, and buy a better AR (and buy the old one back a couple years later). <br><br>Well cut to 2013, my senior year of high school, and my dad was still police chief. He cut his hours down and was just the chief, and he would have 3 or 4 people below him. It was a small department, the 4th guy in charge was in charge of keeping the police station clean. Well, my girlfriend at the time had a friend named Max, and he and I were pretty good friends. He loved guns a lot, but his parents hated them because they are "too loud" and "too violent". They said he could never have one, and thought they were the "devil's instrument" or some BS like that. So I let him help me buy my first AR, we went to the gun store, I showed him how to pick one out based on my info on them, and he did all the paperwork for me. I think he was 17 at the time, and I was 19. <br><br>So that whole summer, 2013, my dad and I were going on car rides to go to the gun store to do paperwork, we went to the range to shoot it, we showed it off to our friends, we did everything. Well for my 19th birthday, I had about $2,000, and my dad gave me another $1,000, so I had $3,000 to buy a gun. I worked with the owner of the local gun store to create my ultimate AR, and we named it "Lucifer". The guys at the gun store nicknamed it the "WARTHOG". This was a hell of an AR, and it was my pride and joy. The guys at the gun store loved me because I was so enthusiastic about their products, and I would take them to the range when my dad was busy and show them how my guns worked. So Max was kind of a mascot for the gun store, and Lucifer was his baby.<br><br>My dad has a few friends at the local gun club. The owner, John, my dad, Don, and 2 other guys, Bruce and Chris, are all friends. So one day, my dad and these guys are talking, and my dad says "Hey guys, you have to check out the gun I bought my son for his birthday". He pulls out Lucifer, and 2 guys start freaking out, while the other 2 are like "Nice". John, the guy freaking out, says "This is an assault rifle! I don't want you bringing that into my gun club!" My dad is like "Why?" He says "Because that is an assault rifle! We can't have that in here! What if it goes off and hurts someone!" My dad is like "First off, that is not an 'assault rifle'. I also know you are a gun owner, and I know you know how guns work. You know we will not let a loaded gun into the gun club". He is like "I'm calling the cops, they need to come confiscate that!" He calls the police, they come, and my dad says "Ha! You should know who I am, I am the chief of police! This is my property, and I will not let you take it! If you have a problem with it, go to my office and talk to me about it!" They were like "Oh shit, it's the chief". They call off John, who is still pissed off, but lets my dad leave with the gun.<br><br>But the next week, my dad is still talking about it to Bruce and Chris, and they are teasing John about it. He is still pissed off, and they are saying "Oh man, you got told off by the chief! What a pussy!" He doesn't like that, and he says "Well I know the chief of police, and I know all the police! They will come and take that gun away from you!" My dad was like "Oh, really? Go ahead and call them". So he does, and a couple hours later, my dad calls me and says "John is coming here, and he is bringing some cops. He wants to take Lucifer away from you. But you don't have it, because you sold it back to me, and I have it in the safe in my office. You come here, and we will have a surprise waiting for him".<br><br>I get there, and a couple hours later, John walks in, with 2 cops, and on of their supervisors. My dad calls the cops and says they are trespassing, and they need to leave. He is like "I am the chief of police, I will have you arrested! Come and take me away!" They are like "Uh, you are the chief of police? I thought you were just the guy in charge of the police station". But my dad is like "I am the guy in charge of the whole department. Come and arrest me". They are like "Uh, ok". One of the cops says "Sir, I don't think this is legal. I think you are breaking the law". My dad is like "This is the police station. If I say I am breaking the law, then I am. Do your job. Take me away. If you can't, then you guys need to get out of here and stop wasting my time".<br><br>So John is like " Wait. What? Why can't you take him away?" The cops are like "Because he is our boss. We can't arrest him. He is in charge of us". He is like "What? This is bullshit!" My dad is like "Why are you here?" He is like "I'm here to have you arrest your son and take away his assault rifle". My dad is like "That's not an assault rifle. I also don't think my son owns that rifle. Does he?" I say "Nope! I don't have that rifle. I sold it back to you". My dad is like "Then why are you here?" He is like "WELL HE DOES HAVE IT! I KNOW HE DOESN'T! I KNOW! YOU JUST WAIT AND SEE! I WILL GET YOU ARRESTED! I WILL HAVE YOU THROWN IN JAIL!"<br><br>He keeps going on, and on, and on, and my dad is just feeding him more fuel for the fire. He keeps going, andgoing, and going, until finally, my dad says "John, if you don't calm down, I am going to have you arrested for trespassing. And assaulting an officer. Do not threaten my son. You have to go". John is like "NOOO! I WON'T LEAVE! YOU CAN'T MAKE ME! I WILL GET YOU! I WILL GET YOU AND YOUR GUN-LOVING SON! WE WILL LOCK YOU AWAY FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE! YOU JUST WAIT AND SEE!"<br><br>Finally we get the cops to drag him away for trespassing, and we call my dad's guys at the DA's office to have them arrest him for assaulting an officer. They get there, and they have to use force because John keeps fucking around. We all think he is going to get in a lot of trouble, but we call the cops the next day, and the DA's office is like "Oh, no. We have to drop the charges. The police are saying that they were the ones who assaulted him. And they showed us a video". So we show up to the police station, and this video is of the police dragging John away. Now here is the thing, my dad's police station has cameras recording all the time. But the cameras are also constantly recording over themselves, so if you don't get them commented, then the footage is lost. Well, my dad had just put in a new system, and was testing it. He was trying to make sure it would record properly. Well, it recorded everything.<br><br>The police were like "Oh no. Why did he say that?" Because they had to assault him, and now his footage was going to be used against him. He was like "I was joking, of course. But the real reason I took the footage was because we could use it against you guys". So he is on the stand, testifying against the police, and he is like "I took this footage, because I wanted to cut the police department funding. I am going to bring them down!" The DA is like "Oh, I see". John is like "Yeah, I just wanted to bring them down. It's not like I wanted to make sure I had the footage in case they tried to have me arrested. I was just being a good citizen, and keeping the police in check". The DA is like "I understand. But do you know why you would have to take the police to court?" John is like "No". She is like "You don't? Why do you think you would have to take the police to court?" He is like "I don't know". She is like "If you don't know why this footage would be useful, then why would you say that?" He is like "