I was talking to someone the other day, discussing the idea of getting a permit to carry concealed. I haven't been in a situation in the last forty years where I would need a concealed firearm. Also, Missouri has always allowed open carry. Finally, for the last five or six years or so it's been legal to carry concealed in a vehicle.
But I was still thinking about getting a permit just because. As much as I hate the idea of asking permission from the state to practice something as basic as self-defense, I was just about to break down and go for it. Today changed my mind.
Every so often I will work at a site where a background check is required. I went down the county sheriff's office to get a couple of cards with my prints on them. The first thing was that I had to go back to the car because I had a pocket knife with me. I got rid of that, went back, emptied my pockets, took off my cell phone, wrist watch, and belt. My boots still set off the metal detector so I had to pull up my britches' legs so the lady at the little counter could look down the shafts.
I got downstairs to the sheriff's office, and there were two old boys trying to renew their concealed carry permits. The price is fifty bucks, and you have to have an appointment. The deal is that you go through a class and get certified. You take the certification down to the sheriff, go through some sort of interview and background check, pay some money, and get your permit. That's bad enough. When time comes to renew, you have to go through a bunch more rigamarole, jump through some hoops and eventually get to give somebody some more money.
Also, you are registered. The Department of Revenue has all the information about your permit. They were sharing that with the Feds and the IRS, until they were exposed a couple of years ago. They are probably still doing it and not telling anybody.
They can pound sand. If it gets bad enough that I'm worried about needing a gun, I'll wear it on my hip like Josey Wales. Besides, it would be kind of hard to hide my Super Blackhawk under a t-shirt.