Nothing but a bunch of whiney, sniveling, crybabies.
Let me start with the basics. We are all going to die. Every single one of us is eventually going to breathe our last breath. Done. Finished. The end. No exceptions. Everyone already knows this, but very few people are comfortable talking about it.
Here's another blatantly obvious fact. There are good people, and there are bad people. A significant number of bad people are more than willing to kill good people. Most of our top news stories every day are about good people killed by bad people. Unfortunately, these reports are also sad sob stories about how tragic and unfair life is. "Oh, boo hoo! Can't we all just learn to get along?"
No! No, no, no! Bad people will never learn to "just get along". They are BAD people. Why is this so freakin' hard to understand?
Which brings us to one very simple hypothetical. Let's pretend you're a good person. You've just been confronted by a bad person who has expressed his/her intention to kill you. The ONLY question is: ARE YOU GOING TO FIGHT BACK? That's it. That is the total sum analysis of all human history. Are you going to fight back?
To me, this is a silly, rhetorical question. Am I going to fight back? F--K YES! With all of the force and violence I am capable of bringing to the conflict. Self defense is an inherent corollary to the right to life. You don't have to call the Chief of Police to get permission to defend yourself. Not really. I find it incomprehensible to imagine a scenario when I would NOT fight back. Are you kidding?
Unfortunately, I sometimes find myself surrounded by whiney, sniveling, crybabies. These are the pathetic, pessimistic individuals who insist that I can't fight back. The system is too big. Government agents are too mean. They're going to come and lock us all up in concentration camps, and there's nothing we can do about it, "Boo hoo, boo hoo!". Really?! Go away and leave me alone. I don't even want to breathe the same air that you do. For those who might be willing to pull up your big boy pants, I will attempt to explain this fundamental truth one more time.
Imagine one nasty motorcycle gang member outside your door, screaming that he's planning to kick down your door and kill you. (I doubt very seriously if you'll be lucky enough to have the threat defined quite so clearly, but humor me for the sake of the hypothetical.) He kicks your door down and stands just inside the house. Do you shoot him? If you have any self preservation instinct at all, the answer is a resounding YES.
Now imagine TWO nasty motorcycle gang members outside screaming for your death. When they break down the door, do you shoot them both. CERTAINLY! It's not necessary to empty an entire magazine. Just double-tap them both. Problem solved.
Here's where we find out who's a pathetic crybaby, and who's not. Imagine FIFTY nasty motorcycle gang members outside... etc. etc. The simple question here is. ARE YOU GOING TO FIGHT BACK? You don't have to shout "Go ahead. Make my day." before you start shooting to count yourself among the rational. Let us concede that since you are unlikely to kill them all, you are also very likely to die. Too bad. So sad. At least you didn't go quietly into that dark night.
Crybabies can't seem to grasp the fact that - in spite of the odds against you - the only rational action is to fight vailiantly for your life. However, crybabies want to occupy my time moaning about how "they're just going to kill you". "You have no chance of winning." "The future is hopeless, and I don't know what to do about it." And suddenly we're back to another "Boo hoo" session. I hate it.
Am I going to die? Eventually, yes. Is it possible I may die in a hail of government gunfire before I have a chance to restore Liberty? Absolutely. When faced with a physical threat to my life by one or more bad people (with or without uniforms), am I going to fight back?
If you really have to ask that question, consider yourself a crybaby.