(Copied from CGN for those without access.)

(Tl;dr This guy is lucky he didn’t get Kotanko’d)

How the NWEST wind blows.

May 13, 2024

I would like to introduce myself and my wife.

I am Robert Alan Harper, aged 76, gun owner and collector for 55 years, shooter for 60 years. I am currently having health problems, hard of hearing, tinnitus, neuropathy, arthritis, diabetes, old man stuff, not unusual for a guy my age. I need a walker to walk any distance. I can do a short walk with a cane. I have no criminal record. My wife and I are together for 34 years, 8 years in Toronto and 26 years in Kingston, Ontario. Police have never been called to our home.

My wife of 34 years is Takeko Sakabe, aged 79, no interest in guns, pretty good health for her age.

On March 26, 0900, I was in bed reading and my wife was at the door. Nothing unusual so far. I hear her at the door now and then when Canada Post has a parcel. It was not the normal interchange, but longer than usual.

I got up and heard some kind of talking. I looked out a bedroom window and saw an armored personnel carrier in my driveway and a bunch of commandos in camouflage outfits, body armor and all with M4 machine guns. One guy had a bullhorn. I could hear my name but didn’t catch any more of what he was saying.

My wife told me later that 5 gunstapo commandos threatened to shoot her if she didn’t put up her hands.

I figured it was something serious to attract that crowd. I walked downstairs with nothing on but my undershorts. I opened the front screen door. The inside door was already in the open position. 8 or 9 gunstapo commandos were pointing their guns at me. One guy told me to step outside. I said it was cold out and I was not dressed. I recalled how the police gunned down the gunsmith in Brantford, Ontario, and how the police in Toronto jumped Johnny Sombrero a few years ago and broke several of his ribs. Johnny had done nothing wrong. I don’t know what the gunsmith in Brantford had done, if anything.

I stepped outside. I had no shoes or socks on, just my undershorts. I grasped the railing on my concrete walkway. One of the gunstapo commandos ordered me to put my hands up. I said I can’t do that because I would fall on my face, because I have neuropathy.

I do what I call wall-walking. I hold onto whatever is handy around the house to walk. I steady myself by holding fixtures like door-knobs, walls, a chair, a table, the fridge, the stove. I take baby steps. Otherwise, I fall down.

The officer who threatened to shoot me if I did not put up my hands did not shoot me. I wall-walked down my concrete walkway holding the iron railing. Then, I switched to my other side to wall-walk along my car in the driveway. Then, switching sides again, I wall-walked all the way along the armored personnel carrier, pretty much to the end of my driveway. All the while in front of the business end of several machine guns.

I said I can’t stand. I need to sit on something, so I sat on the rear bumper of the armored personnel carrier.

I was advised that they found something illegal in BC that implicated me. I was asked what is my relationship with the Asian woman in my house. More questions followed, which I declined to answer.

After a few minutes I got hustled into a police truck in handcuffs. I was driven up Division St to the Kingston jail by the woman who seemed to be in charge, and another officer with her. She was doing 94 in a 50 for most of the way. I could clearly see the speedo.

I was quickly processed, which involved taking the minimal clothing that I had been granted and put into a cell.

I asked the officer at reception how long I would be. He said an hour.

I was not allowed to take my walker or a cane. I sat in the cell for 15 hours. I was deprived of my prescription medicines until some time in the late afternoon. I was deprived of any food until some time later in the evening, one McDonalds hamburger. It was cold in the cell and they had taken my shoes. I was getting disoriented and dizzy after 15 hours of no contact.

At midnight, I was taken out and released. I had lost my voice. I had to sign some papers, something called an Undertaking. I had no money, no cell phone, no walker, no cane. I got no assistance leaving the cell. I had to wall-walk out of the station.

When I got home, I went to bed right away. The next day, I discovered that the gunstapo commandos had broken open 4 of my vaults, and one locker, destroying them in the process. They also broke the locks off 2 other lockers.

My home was a mess. They had thrown my belongings all over the place. There were coffee stains all over the microwave and around it. The microwave was destroyed. I had to buy another one for $345.

All my firearms and ammo and other related stuff was gone. I took pictures.

Some charges were laid, which I will not discuss until they are settled.

I can tell you this. I broke no laws. I am a peaceful and law abiding person.

That is my intro to National Weapons Enforcement Support Team (NWEST). I noticed shoulder flashes from OPP, Kingston and a native police force.

Not one person identified themselves. I was never shown any arrest warrant. I never saw any document which allowed them to confiscate my firearms or ammo.

My wife was pushed out of the house and told she could not enter, not for 10 hours was she allowed to enter.

I am in Kingston, Ontario, K7M2S2 Latitude 44.230870 Longitude -76.526640

R Alan Harper Life National Firearms Association Life Canadian Shooting Sports Association Life Ontario Handgun Association Life Frontenac Rifle & Pistol Club 343-363-2267 email/EMT — triggermortis@bell.net