I think I’ve said it before, elucidator. If not, I’ll say it now.
I’m sorry you have to live in such fear. Maybe it’s a regional thing. I’m not scared of guns. I’m cautious, but not all that scared. They’re just one of many things that could easily kill me, and I don’t come into contact with them that way on a daily basis. I have taxicabs, cars (I work on the Boulevard of Death. Not a joke, it’s called that because of the high rate of pedestrian fatalities.), subways (Someone gets their jollies now and again from pushing people in front of subways. Hasn’t been caught, that I’m aware.) trains (Someone jumped in front of one I was on, Sunday.), bombs, knives (people have tried to mug me twice, unsuccessfully. Once I ignored them and kept walking and it worked. Once I used my bag with about 30 pounds of metal in it to knock them into a parked car, then ran for a nearby door to one of our facilities), AIDS (occupational hazard, former) people with mental issues due to substance abuse (occupational hazard, present), people who have relapsed (occupational hazard, present) and are flying, airplanes, terrorists (Different: I drive under a flight path every day, and… was it 808 that lost an engine after takeoff back in '01, nosed over, and went down?) toxic gas, nuclear meltdown (I live not far from Indian Point), and, of course, the ever popular fact that the missiles are still pointed at both where I work and at my home. (NYC, West Point has got to be a target. Had Duck and Cover drills till I was in 8th grade.)
This is pretty typical for anyone my age and location. I could probably add a few more if I felt like it. Food poisoning. Forgot that, for example. Superbug TB, too.
These all are reasonable and rational things to worry about being killed by. Thing is, I can’t panic about all of them. I just have to take rational precautions. If my fellow man is having a bad day, guns are only one of about fifty ways he can kill me… and not the easiest, when you consider the terrain. (Somewhere, there’s a great comic crime novel about a guy using NYC to kill people chasing him. Something about The Exterminator.)
Do I go armed on a daily basis? No. Do I think the guy with the bodega deserves the right to go armed to protect his daily take? Yeah.
And that’s pretty much the size of it.
Hm. ‘enjoined by duty’. Fancy words. So you’re not so much opposed to the guy carrying five grand to the bank, as you are randomly walking around with handguns.
You’re opposed to easy access to handguns for people with emotional issues.
Well, there’s two replies to that. First is, of course, the mild cheap shot, which I shall toss out and discard, for the sake of throwing it away. “We always fear ourselves more than anything else. Are you afraid of what you might do if you had one?”
There. Don’t bother answering, I figure someone was going to say it, and maybe in not such a polite way.
Second is the real and eternal question. Like the VT shooter… how can you seperate that from a perfectly normal person with real urgency? He was, to the eyes of the store owner, a perfectly normal guy who wanted a gun. You could get a gun, I could get a gun. How is the store owner going to distinguish the three of us?
Sometimes you need a gun. Like Aiska’s neighbor who essentially got robbed by the police. Yes, they killed her. But still, I’m going to point it out as a moment when someone actually needed a gun for self defense, and had it at a moment’s notice. Or Miss America stopping the robbers.
How are you going to define the difference between that, and between Joe-Bob being a effing fool and shooting Junior for having sex with his wife?
(putting aside the fact that I think that’s a pretty good use of a gun. Gets two idiots off the street. Joe-Bob and Junior.)