Anyhow, apparently the heat showed up, and the OC types somehow managed to get moderately cross-threaded with the po-po, allegedly because one of the police got queasy at the sight of a cocked, holstered pistol, and... well... here's the money quote:
The rest of the folks began to arrive, and the police mad [sic] them all draw, unload, and unload the mags, for the "officer's safety."Great job, Deputy Fife! Because that's how I define safety: Making a bunch of people unholster their heaters and jack around with them in the middle of a major city.
Look, Officer Friendly, has your gun ever just jumped up out of your holster and gotten up to mischief of its own accord? No, it hasn't. The only place loud noises occur down at the cop shop is in sally ports and bathrooms, where somebody's got their gat out of the holster and is screwing with it. If you're concerned about safety, let's not go touching the guns, okay?
(And to the guy who brought the slung HK SBR: Ten out of ten for chutzpah, but minus several thousand for thinking ahead.)