The illusion here is that a gun is going to somehow make you safe. Acknowledge that it won’t, and you’ll be better able to handle the trauma that comes your way. You’re not an action hero. Arming yourself will only give you the false sense of security that you can do protect yourself or your family.
You can’t. It’s a security blanket, one that leads to dangerous overconfidence. You can’t stop a gunman. You can’t stop an armed intruder. All you can do is try and fail. Best case scenario is that the trigger happy first respondents put a bullet in your chest before you can injure an innocent bystander while trying to save the day.
But you go on with your bad self, John Q Rambo. Show us how bad you are. Show us how watching Red Dawn with a bottle of lubraderm and box of kleanex is going to prepare you to dispense citizen’s justice against the reds/blah people/welfare queens/LIEbrals/muslims when they break into your house or brainwash your fat little kids into shooting up their schools.
Oh, I don’t mean you, Mister Responsible Gun Owner who did two tours in Afghanistan and had his pappy teach him how to hunt squirrels when he was a 6th degree boy scout. I don’t mean you, officer Badass, who’s been holding off the savage hordes of THIS CITY for years armed only with your trusty NON ASSAULT rifle. Ohhh, of coooourse, not yooooooou. You made your bones killin’ dem bad guys (because bad guys are a thing that happens) and you’d never suffer from buck fever because you’re totes used to live fire situations, and you have such a degree of situational awareness that the trigger happy cops rollin’ on up to your disturbance can just tell that you’re a True American Patriot that shits flags and cums bald eagles.
You and your deathcocksurrogate would never make a situation worse.
I’m talking about all the other dipshit cowards who can’t imagine not having the protection of a gun around to keep them warm at night, to keep their kiddies safe in their beds, to keep the bad guys, the evil doers, the cartoon villains under their bed (AKA BIG GUBBAMINT) at bay. They’re not as hardcore as you. They haven’t tested their mettle in the fires of battle. They don’t have perfect aim and a heart full of molten steel.
Those poor bastards, prey to the law of unintended consequence.
Oh, how we pity them. It’s up to you to protect them with your holy wrath, oh god of guns, oh master of slaughter, oh stalwart protector of 'Murican Freedom, oh guy from the Brawny Paper Towel ads.
I know it’s a burden. I know it’s a lot to ask. Oh, if only there were experts we could pay and train and employ to serve and protect us, men and women with training, discipline, and oversight to maintain some semblance of law and order. But no, we don’t… all we have are patriotic gunmen responsible for protecting their property rights in a world without hope or civil order.