So, I've got a confession. When I posted this...
looks like GZ almost died
reminds me of the time trim ran into that sign
I shot up the eff out of that sign once my head stopped ringing.
... I was lying. Joshing, if you will. I didn't shoot that sign. I didn't even have my gun there. I pretty much never have my gun. The only times I take it out of its spot in my room are when I need to go to the shooting range and make sure I still know how to use it, and to shoot someone (hasn't happened yet). So maybe I'm a weirdo or something but to me, when I size up people who arm themselves with a gun and go confront others, I judge (ha!) them to be intending/contemplating shooting others.
I'd expect to be arrested if I walked up and down the sidewalk where I live, strapped, agressively interrogating passersby. I'd also expect there's a fair chance that before I'm arrested, somebody's gonna try to kick my ass. And I'd have a tough time saying with a straight face that shooting that person is justified because I was just defending myself.