I got a sad letter from my attorney this week. He informed me that the Supreme Court of NH upheld the lower court’s decision to deny my application for a license to carry a handgun discreetly. You can read the decision here:
Well, that was fun. “Thanks for playing. Please remember to tip your waitress on the way out.” $5,000 in legal fees, endless hours spent in and out of various courts, for what? A goose egg. Nothing. No justice, no rights, no freedom. This sucks.
These cross-dressing lawyers claim that I am unsuitable to conceal a firearm because I had been involved in two “scuffles” with law enforcers. Never mind that they attacked me. Never mind that I have always been peaceful. Never mind that I can still legally own and carry a gun. I just can’t put it in my pocket, wear a coat over it, or step in my car with it. Sure, that makes sense.
My only takeaway from this 15-month ordeal is that so-called “rights” are a lie. If your freedoms can be restricted by state agents because of personal prejudice, then they are not rights. The whole point of a license is to restrict a person’s natural freedom and then sell it back to him–or in my case, refuse to sell it back at all. The ruling doesn’t have to make sense — the judges have the power of infinite force on their side, and while they may claim that “might does not make right,” that is precisely how they operate!
These people have no shame, no dignity, and no honor. If they did, they would respect my right as a human being to defend myself, and they wouldn’t stand in my way of exercising my natural freedoms. But they do. At every opportunity, when I’ve asked permission of a bureaucrat, the answer undoubtably comes back, “No, you can’t.” Why? Because I am a bad man? No, simply because the people with the power don’t like that I don’t respect their supposed authority.
So what now? The answer is obvious to everyone with a freed mind in his head. Ignore these sociopaths who imagine that they own me, and peacefully do as I please. Gandhi said, “The only tyrant I accept is the still, small voice within me.” Does their ruling mean that I can’t discreetly carry my gun? Certainly not. I am a free man, free to live my life and use my property so long as I am not infringing on the rights of others.
“But Derrick,” you ask, “Why did you apply in the first place, if you were only going to ignore the ruling anyway?” Answer: Because I was lied to! I was told that NH is a “Shall-issue” State. That it would be easy. “It’s just 10 bucks and a trip to the police department,” they said. That, you can see, is not true. I fit the criteria for a concealed carry license, except that the man who called himself “the chief” used his moment of power to deny me on his way out the door, as a final “F- you,” before retiring. There will be no consequences for him. Nor will there be any consequences for the criminal judges and law enforcers who allow this type of evil to continue–not just against me, but against the countless others without a voice–without the $5k to drop on an attorney–without the popular blog–without the verbal skills or the time to spend articulating their story of injustice.
Well then, let this be my consolation: that you have not stopped me, you have only fueled my passion for justice. I will long outlive you grey-haired tyrants, and I will spend every single waking second of my time on this earth influencing and inspiring young minds with my courage, creativity, and undying commitment to human freedom until the world recognizes you for the thoughtless controlling brutes you are. You may beat me, cage me, and deny me the freedom that is my birthright, but you will never have my obedience.