I guess when you're getting curb-stomped and there's sweet fuck-all you can do about it, whimpering "Liar, liar, pants on fire!" makes as much sense as anything else.
Let me walk you through this real slow, so you can follow. You're trying to prove DC is high-crime by saying I carry wherever permitted. But it's not permitted in DC, so carry laws are irrelevant to whether I feel safe there or not.
Did your mom drink a lot when she was pregnant with you?
Sure you can. Just declare Westernesse the REAL Canada, demand that the capital be Moose Balls, Saskabertatoba, and whine like a basset hound with PMS that that everything east of Winnipeg is obligated to find a new name and flag.