As the next stamp gets slapped on this one for express delivery to the Rubber Room... :lol:
There's a big difference between being capable of protecting ones family in an instant, with deadly force, without hesitation or frontal-lobe interaction, but there's also a few vocal folks out there that I think want to shoot someone, be they invader, cop, criminal or just a victim. I think it's high-fives at the local watering hole, home-town hero kind of ****, on up to the World War III guy with six bunkers and an M1 Abrams he's building from empty tin cans. I think it's guys sticking stolen guns in the faces of the unsuspecting who figure, I've gone this far, I take their money/broken in their house/take their car, might as well leave no witnesses. Yeah, it happens. Something about what Yak always said about cliches comes to mind. Certain people are gonna be certain people. Picking and choosing them is irrelevant.
It's the attitude, not the action. It's all a fun big-nuts hypotheticals until someone is an unwitting victim and have a fast, life-changing decision to make, which I hope (and guarantee) very few people commenting here have made or will make--even if they do have an opinion. Unless you're a sociopath, you simply can't enjoy killing another human. It's gonna screw with you. If you're protecting your life, family, and property that's the price that gets paid to make sure they're safe, and it's probably worth it.
No one should lay down and comply under anyone's pressure. Personally, I like options.
Everyone's got their stories.
Like the stoner-esque college age guy who came in the unlocked front door of my apartment at 10AM while I was in the back. He yelled "Hello, where are you dude? And plopped two bags of McDonalds on the table. I was in the middle bedroom. There's guns in that room, too I grabbed my revolver, which I kept out of sight. I come to the front room quietly to see a guy who is surprised to see me; I wasn't who he was expecting.
"What's up?" I ask calmly.
"Woah, wrong apartment dude, I'm so sorry, these places all look the same," he pleaded.
"It happens," I reply and relax. "You're lucky you didn't get drilled."
My gun is in my hand, now visible. I have no idea if this guy was being slick and testing the situation or what. He about shat himself, offered me a trembling plea to keep the fast food he plopped on my table. He apologized profusely. I smiled and said I understood, and politely asked him to leave. Which he did without hesitation. I locked the door behind him.
I'm glad I didn't shoot him. If that makes me a hippie, cool. I also would have shot him, and easily done as I'm a crack shot from the hip. If that makes me cold & heartless, cool. I'm glad I got to make the choice. Proclaiming the ability to do so or the amorality of doing so means jack. I'm under a pretty good assumption the people posting here are rational enough that if they did have to kill someone in defense, they wouldn't be celebrating gun laws or a triumphant win, but thanking God (or whatever pleases you), hugging the safe family, and trying to move on. I don't think life would be the same after that--but it would be life.
I'm also pretty sure we'd be pretty damned bummed if the gal who broke into Jim's place stabbed his kids. Life wouldn't be the same in that case, too. Turns out, everything turned out. Everyone had luck on their side. That's kinda cool. Life isn't the same, even still: PeeD's doors are more secure, and it's gonna take a couple of weeks to have that total-home-comfort feeling.
C'est la vie. Debate away.
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