I guess I am reminded of the time two years ago this month when two men entered my home, home-invasion style, kicking my front door in with no warning, and put a cold grey steel 44 in my face. I was in the living room, and upon hearing them enter walked toward the door. A huge black man (John Cena huge) with dreadlocks and a two-inch wide nose raised a gun to my face, and a tall, lanky white man walked over and sat down on the arm of my loveseat so that I was cornered. My 14-year old son was in his room playing his Playstation, and walked into the living room and this is what he saw. He sat quietly down at the other end of the loveseat behind the white man and didn't move.
The black man holding the gun to my face demanded I give him my pain pills. I remember being afraid for just a minute while I processed what was happening to me in my brain, and then I just got really angry. I screamed at him to get out of my house, told him he was NOT going to rob me, and that I would not be his victim. (I also yelled certain obscenetries that I won't repeat here, teehee.) Anyway, he just stood there, looking at me, so I repeated myself. He finally put the gun in the back of his pants, turned and went out my door, with the white guy following him, and they threw gravel getting out of my driveway.
I got extremely scared after it was all over, and I had a friend (a man) come over and stay with us that night and he brought his pit bull with him and chained him up outside to alert us if anyone showed back up. And ya know, I never once was afraid that gun was going to show back up. But I sure was afraid those EVIL MEN were going to show back up. With anything in their hands. A gun, a knife, a bomb, a brick . . . it didn't matter. If they wanted to kill me, they were gonna kill me.
It's been two years now, and I'm still not over it. I will never be over it. Trauma like that changes you. It changed my son too. He had to go into a 4-month residential treatment facility to learn to deal with his anger and feelings after the whole thing. I now own 2 guns. And I am grateful they are available to me to own to protect myself against crazy psycho loons who might kick in my door and try to kill me with ANYTHING. And I still have a fear of those guys coming back. If one, or both, of them walk thru my door right now, I will SHOOT TO KILL!!! NO QUESTIONS ASKED!!! I also have cameras inside and outside my house, and an alarm system.
I guess I feel like a gun is an inanimate object. It cannot get up and walk, load itself, and pull it's own trigger. But a very evil person can do that. And if an evil psychopath decides he (or she) wants to go on a twisted rampage and kill people, they are going to do it. With or without a gun.
And that's just my very humble little opinion.