And for the record, I have a problem with drug addicted thugs breaking into my home and helping themselves to everything not nailed down. Hence, should I be home when it happens, I shall proceed to take appropriate steps to make sure it never happens again.
I have a problem with my wife and child being sexually brutalized by some barnacle on the skin of decency. Hence, should this happen and I have the ability to do so, I will blow more holes in the guy than Carter has liver pills, gleefully laughing with each convulsion his wretched body endures.
I have a problem with the fact that my job creates enemies. These enemies may take it upon themselves to present themselves at my door sometime in less than jolly old spirits. Should this happen, I will do as I have done before...answer the door with a 12 guage aimed directly at the stomach and ask if they have any further questions at this time. Should I fail to see fleeing asses into that goodnight within 15 seconds, we get busy.
Cue drooling.
Plain and simple, man. If you do not have a gun, and do not know how to properly use one, there may well come a time when you will seek out someone who does have one and ain't chicken shit to use it. It happens daily. I hope it never happens to you. I know it won't happen to me...I have one and have zero problem with using it if need be. While you stand there and disarm the pervert with your charming wit, I'll be drawing mop water and cleaning up the guy's spleen off my door. I guess we'll both be happy, and ain't that what makes the world go around in the first place? As for the pervert...well, yours is still alive, true. But I ain't gotta look for mine no more now do I? He won't be botherin' nobody else.