Friday, October 21, 2011
The final word on my case. I have to pay $50 and pick up the garbage, but I get my son's pistol back.
Long time readers will recall that in early September 2010, I was arrested for having a pistol in my car without a concealed carry permit subsequent to a road rage incident where I was the victim.
The disposition of the case is as follows: Per my lawyer's best advice, I plead guilty to a misdemeanor that in no way harms my firearm rights, have agreed to a payment schedule by which I will pay a $50 fine and the lesser one of three possible court costs. In all it will be less than $200. I will pay them in installments out of my disability check over the next four months. No jail time (which was very much on the table at one point in the lower court, which has "zero tolerance" and they definitely evinced a zeal to achieve a guilty verdict-- they really wanted me -- and Matt's pistol ground up).
The last judge refused to force the prosecution to tell us the name of the road rager who jumped out of his car and yelled, "He's got a gun!" while pointing at me. We took it as far as we could within the court system (within the limits of money permitting).
As the lawyer (and many of my friends) pointed out, I have bigger fish to fry.
The good news is that I get Matthew's PT745 back, it being within the discretion of the Sheriff to do that and I have agreed to get a pistol permit, which costs all of $15.00. Some, who said I was a hypocrite for not shooting it out with the local cops when the incident happened, will no doubt be writing screeds about my defection from principle. Whatever.
I DO have bigger fish to fry.
One day when I have time, however, I will find out the name of the guy who set me up along with Deputy Cornelius. When I do, you'll read about him first here, metaphorically sliced and diced by a keyboard samurai.
And I have a very sharp keyboard.