Are you living in Somalia?
No, but there have been 22 murders in the city this year; and there were 157 last year.
You make it sound as though you're living in a state of paranoia whenever anyone passes anywhere nearby you.
Not at all, but you are. I just don't walk around oblivious. I don't ignore people.
Absolutely, but why do you think drawing a gun on anyone you suspect may present a threat to you is the second best course of action to avoiding situations in which you might be at high risk of a threat?
I do not—but (again) you are making that assumption. It really does appear that you will choose the worst way to interpret anything I say. Who said anything about pointing a gun at on someone I suspect may present a threat to me?
*The second best is the second best because all other options are that the assailant is armed, and the victim is not. You might be comfortable with submitting to the mercy of your attacker, but not everyone is so trusting—with reason, and not every attacker is merciful. You might actually and truly believe that a criminal wouldn't shoot you if they have gotten what they wanted from you, but you don't know if all they want is your wallet; and you don't even know if they are sane individuals... and yet you would council others to think of their insurance pay-off as a comfort in lieu of defending themselves.
You're losing me. Why is your back yard poorly lit and open to strangers randomly approaching you? Why do you need a gun to take your garbage out? Are you living in some kind of dystopian hellhole where your street is just a nonstop gunfight-in-progress?
I am no longer surprised by this.
I don't need a gun to take out the trash; (I did not say that I did). You have read what you want into it.
But I do not take out the trash oblivious to my surroundings.
I consider the very real fact that somebody looking for a target might be loitering in this block. I check.
My back yard is open to anyone brazen enough to climb the fence. I've even had a lawn ornament —screwed two feet into the ground— stolen during a neighbors (unbearably loud) birthday party. A guy had actually asked to buy it the week before; I said, 'No', and the next week it was gone; and left a big hole in my yard, that I had fill.
I have a hooded jacket hanging out in the yard right now, daring the owner to return for it; I found it
on my roof.
I saw the guy wearing it the day before I found it—when he and another were casing my yard from its perimeter, but I've not seen him since.
You don't actually think I'm taking what you said literally, do you?
I'd like not to. It was not meant literally... yet you are the one who asked me (in total seriousness) about the situation of being chained up to a wall. I had no idea what you were talking about... until you explained (that you had taken it literally).
Maybe we do, because I'm only trying to present a counter-position to your assumptions about when a gun is and isn't useful and when owning one does and doesn't make sense.
I have no qualm or quarrel here; we disagree, but that's the extent of it.