Concealed Carry: “It’s My Right!”

Unless you were already treading down the career path of Anglo-American jurisprudence, you probably didn’t give much thought to American law beyond speed limits, drinking ages, and (perhaps) age of consent for romantic entanglements. But once you strap on a hunk of iron and get through the preliminaries of how to use it, your thoughts inevitably turn to when, and that leads you to becoming a student of the law.

More precisely, it leads you to a spaghetti bowl of code, 20,000+ laws, court cases, regulations, rules, and municipal ordinances, spread across fifty states and a few assorted districts and colonies, much of which is contradictory across jurisdictions, and in some cases contradictory within itself, too.

While I find it hard to endorse the jacked-up firearms regime that exists in my current home, the Wolverine State, at least they have the decency to supply you with a copy of the applicable state laws when they give you your concealed pistol license here. And you’d better read them — nay, not just read, but understand them — because an honest mistake that physically hurts no one can send you to prison on a felony.