07-29-2011, 10:27 PM
(07-27-2011 12:54 PM)jahwarrior72 Wrote: [ -> ]i went down to the courthouse today to file another petition
So the court isn't charging you a filing fee for either 'petition for return of property'?
07-29-2011, 10:27 PM
08-03-2011, 12:55 PM
(07-29-2011 11:30 AM)jkern35 Wrote: [ -> ]she decided to serve a PFA against me... for VERBAL ABUSE. Not physical abuse...
I guess your next one would be a sympathy pfa.
What the heck is the world coming to?
08-03-2011, 04:45 PM
(07-29-2011 10:27 PM)gnbrotz Wrote: [ -> ](07-27-2011 12:54 PM)jahwarrior72 Wrote: [ -> ]i went down to the courthouse today to file another petition
So the court isn't charging you a filing fee for either 'petition for return of property'?
no, it would seem not. this time, though, i only needed three copies of it made. one for myself, and two to mail to the ex. the last time, i had to make copies to mail to the sheriff's office, one for the court clerk, one for the baker, the candlestick maker...
08-19-2011, 03:02 PM
so, i went to another hearing today, to request my property back. this time, all my paperwork was in order, and the ex actually showed up. after sitting for nearly two hours, we finally had our turn, and to my surprise, she didn't oppose my petition. "he'll just go and buy another one, so what's the point?" is what she said, more or less.
i should mention that i checked my firearm with no problem, as usual. this was in the Fmaily Court building. i had to take my paperwork across the street to the main courthouse, where i also have never had a problem checking a firearm. that is, until today.
when i entered, one of the deputies immediately took up a defensive position behind the scanner. "what are you doing with that?"
"i need to go to the sheriff's office, so i need to check this here with you."
he scowled, and said, "first, i need your ID."
i shrugged, and said, "sure, whatever." i handed over my driver's license. he inspected it, handed it back, and instructed me to walk slowly over to the locker area, keeping my hand away from my gun. i chuckled, and said, "what's wrong?"
"i'm only letting you bring that in right now, but you're not supposed to even have that in the building!" he walked over to a sign on a stand, and dragged it over to me. "see this? it says it right on the rules. no guns...period. you're not supposed to have that in here."
"soooooo.......which locker can i use?" i said, smiling.
he stared me down a bit, while the other deputy sat there, shocked.
"just pick a damn locker, and sign in for it."
"sure. what time is it? oh, nevermind, it's right there.' i signed in, removed the holstered gun, and locked it up. i slid the key in my pocket, then went back through the metal detector to be checked. you know, in case i had another weapon that i didn't bother to check.
after that was done, i went to the sheriff's office, and handed my paperwork to another deputy. "so," i asked, "it says here you need to run a background check. what system do you use?" the deputy stared at me, and replied, "why do you need to know that for?"
"because i'm curious about the process," i said.
"well...it takes about a week or two. after i copy your ID, i need you to write down your social security number and a number we can reach you at. the guy who does it is a bit backed right now, so at least a week."
"that's nice. you still didn't answer my question, though. what system do you use?" i stood there, smiling nonchalantly.
she stared back at me, disgusted or confused, i couldn't tell which, so i continued. "do you use PICS? NICS? which one?"
she glowered at me, and forced the words out, "we..use...PICS."
"why a week then?"
"because that's how long it takes."
"really? because when i applied for my license, it took 10 minutes. if you're using PICS, i don't see why you just don't do it now."
"because it's different paperwork, that's why. is that all...sir?"
"nope. that's it. see? that wasn't so hard, was it?" i chirped in my best sing-song, happy-go-lucky voice.
an old man stopped me on my way out of the office, and said, "that's it, boy! that's how you deal with these bastards!" and clapped me on the back.
back at the entrance, i approached the deputies, holding my key out to them. "i don't want that! go get it yourself." usually, when leaving, i hand my key to a deputy, they retrieve my gun, and walk me to the exit, and then hand me my gun back. but, he didn't want to do it that way. fine by me. i got my gun out, and slid the paddle holster back into place.
"hey? you got a license for that?"
"i have a license, sure."
"that license is for concealing. you have a license, you conceal it, you hear me?"
"what's that?"
"i said you better conceal it next time, and leave it home if you come back here. that's the LAW."
time stopped then, as the words he spoke became a static wave of unintelligible words. i was sure i heard him correctly, though. all i could see was his freckly face, his ill kept red hair, his pompous stance, and his lips pursed tightly. i know the laws. i know them, and i could spend my day telling him he was wrong, quoting statute to him, and he'd disagree with me, in any case. he knew what the law was; he WAS The Law, as far as he was concerned. i stood there, as time marched by me ponderously. i felt myself aging as i debated whether to inform him of his mistakes, to ignore him and continue with my day, or insult him.
i'd made a decision.
"whatever," i sighed, waving him away. "i know the law. so, yeah, whatever."
i walked off. i heard him turn to the other deputy, and grunt, "these people, think they all know the law..."
i should mention that i checked my firearm with no problem, as usual. this was in the Fmaily Court building. i had to take my paperwork across the street to the main courthouse, where i also have never had a problem checking a firearm. that is, until today.
when i entered, one of the deputies immediately took up a defensive position behind the scanner. "what are you doing with that?"
"i need to go to the sheriff's office, so i need to check this here with you."
he scowled, and said, "first, i need your ID."
i shrugged, and said, "sure, whatever." i handed over my driver's license. he inspected it, handed it back, and instructed me to walk slowly over to the locker area, keeping my hand away from my gun. i chuckled, and said, "what's wrong?"
"i'm only letting you bring that in right now, but you're not supposed to even have that in the building!" he walked over to a sign on a stand, and dragged it over to me. "see this? it says it right on the rules. no guns...period. you're not supposed to have that in here."
"soooooo.......which locker can i use?" i said, smiling.
he stared me down a bit, while the other deputy sat there, shocked.
"just pick a damn locker, and sign in for it."
"sure. what time is it? oh, nevermind, it's right there.' i signed in, removed the holstered gun, and locked it up. i slid the key in my pocket, then went back through the metal detector to be checked. you know, in case i had another weapon that i didn't bother to check.
after that was done, i went to the sheriff's office, and handed my paperwork to another deputy. "so," i asked, "it says here you need to run a background check. what system do you use?" the deputy stared at me, and replied, "why do you need to know that for?"
"because i'm curious about the process," i said.
"well...it takes about a week or two. after i copy your ID, i need you to write down your social security number and a number we can reach you at. the guy who does it is a bit backed right now, so at least a week."
"that's nice. you still didn't answer my question, though. what system do you use?" i stood there, smiling nonchalantly.
she stared back at me, disgusted or confused, i couldn't tell which, so i continued. "do you use PICS? NICS? which one?"
she glowered at me, and forced the words out, "we..use...PICS."
"why a week then?"
"because that's how long it takes."
"really? because when i applied for my license, it took 10 minutes. if you're using PICS, i don't see why you just don't do it now."
"because it's different paperwork, that's why. is that all...sir?"
"nope. that's it. see? that wasn't so hard, was it?" i chirped in my best sing-song, happy-go-lucky voice.
an old man stopped me on my way out of the office, and said, "that's it, boy! that's how you deal with these bastards!" and clapped me on the back.
back at the entrance, i approached the deputies, holding my key out to them. "i don't want that! go get it yourself." usually, when leaving, i hand my key to a deputy, they retrieve my gun, and walk me to the exit, and then hand me my gun back. but, he didn't want to do it that way. fine by me. i got my gun out, and slid the paddle holster back into place.
"hey? you got a license for that?"
"i have a license, sure."
"that license is for concealing. you have a license, you conceal it, you hear me?"
"what's that?"
"i said you better conceal it next time, and leave it home if you come back here. that's the LAW."
time stopped then, as the words he spoke became a static wave of unintelligible words. i was sure i heard him correctly, though. all i could see was his freckly face, his ill kept red hair, his pompous stance, and his lips pursed tightly. i know the laws. i know them, and i could spend my day telling him he was wrong, quoting statute to him, and he'd disagree with me, in any case. he knew what the law was; he WAS The Law, as far as he was concerned. i stood there, as time marched by me ponderously. i felt myself aging as i debated whether to inform him of his mistakes, to ignore him and continue with my day, or insult him.
i'd made a decision.
"whatever," i sighed, waving him away. "i know the law. so, yeah, whatever."
i walked off. i heard him turn to the other deputy, and grunt, "these people, think they all know the law..."
08-19-2011, 03:03 PM
i came out to find a parking meter violation under my windshield for $20; my time expired about 5 minutes ago, probably during the exchange with the deputy in the sheriff's office.
Johnny Law, they'll get ya, one way or the other, right? i stopped at City Hall to pay it 10 minutes later. a woman walking past me on her way out stopped me and said, "sir! are you in law enforcement?"
"why, no, thankfully. i still have a personality."
why does no one ever get my jokes?
"you can't bring that in here! this is City Hall, for God's sake!"
"ma'am, you're wrong. i'm not gonna argue with you about it. i can, and i am. have a good one."
i walked past her, paid my fine, and left, to go and retrieve my son from his grandmother's house, so i could go home, and type this out for you! yes, you!
Johnny Law, they'll get ya, one way or the other, right? i stopped at City Hall to pay it 10 minutes later. a woman walking past me on her way out stopped me and said, "sir! are you in law enforcement?"
"why, no, thankfully. i still have a personality."
why does no one ever get my jokes?
"you can't bring that in here! this is City Hall, for God's sake!"
"ma'am, you're wrong. i'm not gonna argue with you about it. i can, and i am. have a good one."
i walked past her, paid my fine, and left, to go and retrieve my son from his grandmother's house, so i could go home, and type this out for you! yes, you!
08-19-2011, 06:01 PM
it sounds like you did a great job today jah, too bad those asshats dont know anything, i had the same "I know the law" thing at my court house, write a letter to the sheriff, and send copies of the law, highlighted to show the pertinant statures. Also send a copies of the updates regarding open carry. You sure have come along way, dont seem that long ago you would have had a screaming match with deputy dipshit. lol
08-22-2011, 03:53 PM
(08-19-2011 06:01 PM)thetruepyromaniak Wrote: [ -> ]it sounds like you did a great job today jah, too bad those asshats dont know anything, i had the same "I know the law" thing at my court house, write a letter to the sheriff, and send copies of the law, highlighted to show the pertinant statures. Also send a copies of the updates regarding open carry. You sure have come along way, dont seem that long ago you would have had a screaming match with deputy dipshit. lol
getting into yelling matches requires patience, which i'm out of. i no longer care about correcting people when they're wrong. they'll just have to deal with being wrong the rest of their lives, unless someone else wants to take five minutes of precious time from their own lives and educate them. my time's too important.
08-25-2011, 04:57 PM
Jah,i just read your last post and had a WHAT HE SAY moment.
Man,your getting old.
On another note,i'm glad to see it went well for you in court and that the x realizes that " resistance is futile ".
Tell the family Tom say HI.
Man,your getting old.
On another note,i'm glad to see it went well for you in court and that the x realizes that " resistance is futile ".
Tell the family Tom say HI.
08-30-2011, 07:49 PM
so, today was the day.
yesterday, i received a call from Deputy George of the Lackawanna County Sheriff's department. he was one of the deputies who came to my home to confiscate my guns last year. he told me that i passed my background check (no surprise there), and that i could come down and pick my guns up today at 3:00 pm. all i needed was my ID.
so, i stroll up to the courthouse, left all my knives in my truck, and walked through the doors and towards the metal detectors. the deputies on duty were a little flustered, but gave me no hassle while checking my gun. i took the elevator up one floor, and asked for the deputy.
as it turns out, he was serving a warrant, so i was gonna have to wait a bit. as i sat there, i talked to another guy who was there to get his guns, too. he'd just gotten over a 3 year PFA his wife filed when he filed for divorce. we both came to the agreement that the system is pretty much fucked.
Deputy George arrived, apologized for making us wait, and went to retrieve our guns. 10 minutes later, he brought up a cart with our things. he had me sign for my guns, and asked me to inspect them, which i did. i looked over the Mosin first, then decided to look over my Taurus 1911 out by my. as he walked us out, i stopped to retrieve the gun i'd worn, my girlfriend's Metro Arms 1911.
once we got outside, he handed us both our belongings, then shook our hands and congratulated us. he's served a lot of PFA's, and knows that most are unfounded, and that a lot of guys get shafted. i thanked him, and headed towards my truck.
i threw the rifle in the trunk, then opened the pistol case. i removed the trigger lock, then unlocked the built in hammer lock. i looked at it for a minute, in a sort of daydream. i hadn't seen this gun in over a year. it was my favorite gun, ever, and i remeber every scratch, every rub mark, ever spot the finish had been worn. i then stripped it down, to inspect the internals for rust or pitting or any other sort of damage from neglect. i saw none. i then grabbed a syringe of Weaponshield from my bag, oiled it, then threw it back together again. i finished by rubbing it down with a silicon cloth. then, i took a magazine out from my bag, loaded it, racked the slide, and clicked the safety on. it sounded just like i remember. every gun i've every owned had its own distinct sound, and i missed the sund of this one.
i removed the other gun, and replaced it with my Taurus. my hip recalled the weight and balance. the Metro Arms is a good gun. hell, it's a great gun. but it was never mine. not like this one. i drove home, grinning from ear to ear.
yesterday, i received a call from Deputy George of the Lackawanna County Sheriff's department. he was one of the deputies who came to my home to confiscate my guns last year. he told me that i passed my background check (no surprise there), and that i could come down and pick my guns up today at 3:00 pm. all i needed was my ID.
so, i stroll up to the courthouse, left all my knives in my truck, and walked through the doors and towards the metal detectors. the deputies on duty were a little flustered, but gave me no hassle while checking my gun. i took the elevator up one floor, and asked for the deputy.
as it turns out, he was serving a warrant, so i was gonna have to wait a bit. as i sat there, i talked to another guy who was there to get his guns, too. he'd just gotten over a 3 year PFA his wife filed when he filed for divorce. we both came to the agreement that the system is pretty much fucked.
Deputy George arrived, apologized for making us wait, and went to retrieve our guns. 10 minutes later, he brought up a cart with our things. he had me sign for my guns, and asked me to inspect them, which i did. i looked over the Mosin first, then decided to look over my Taurus 1911 out by my. as he walked us out, i stopped to retrieve the gun i'd worn, my girlfriend's Metro Arms 1911.
once we got outside, he handed us both our belongings, then shook our hands and congratulated us. he's served a lot of PFA's, and knows that most are unfounded, and that a lot of guys get shafted. i thanked him, and headed towards my truck.
i threw the rifle in the trunk, then opened the pistol case. i removed the trigger lock, then unlocked the built in hammer lock. i looked at it for a minute, in a sort of daydream. i hadn't seen this gun in over a year. it was my favorite gun, ever, and i remeber every scratch, every rub mark, ever spot the finish had been worn. i then stripped it down, to inspect the internals for rust or pitting or any other sort of damage from neglect. i saw none. i then grabbed a syringe of Weaponshield from my bag, oiled it, then threw it back together again. i finished by rubbing it down with a silicon cloth. then, i took a magazine out from my bag, loaded it, racked the slide, and clicked the safety on. it sounded just like i remember. every gun i've every owned had its own distinct sound, and i missed the sund of this one.
i removed the other gun, and replaced it with my Taurus. my hip recalled the weight and balance. the Metro Arms is a good gun. hell, it's a great gun. but it was never mine. not like this one. i drove home, grinning from ear to ear.
08-30-2011, 09:19 PM
Congrats, man! Great news...
08-31-2011, 08:23 AM
Finally at an end! Congrats!!