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TnT
Consider the automobile wreck carnage over the years. About the same order of magnitude as gunshot deaths. Though the number of miles per capita has skyrocketed over the last four or five decades, we have agreed as a society, to insist on seatbelts, air-bags, collision-absorbing body parts, all manner of safety devices.
As a result, even the total number of deaths has plummeted, and of course the deaths per mile driven even more.
We, as a society, certainly are attached to our cars, perhaps more than any other industrialized country, and yet we managed to work our way through many sensible innovations to make driving much, much safer.
Most people are part of the 'car culture', and the automobile gets us to places that we want to be. We all know about collisions, and some of us adapt.
What in the world do you suppose is the matter with us, that we are so opposed to regulating another mechanical device that we are emotionally attached to? And, it doesn't have even close to the same utility to us as a society. Why are we so enamoured of our guns?
The benefit of guns in self-defense is more mythological than concrete. The likelihood that anyone can end up in a life-or-death situation in which his possession of a firearm against a human attacker is practically nil unless one is in law enforcement and encounters the worst of the worst. It's telling that Ted Bundy was subdued without a firearm. That is not to say that I would not pack iron if I lived in bear country.
The criminal has the advantage of surprise. The intended victim must size up the situation in a split second (impossible) grab the gun (which may not be close enough) and have the willingness to use it. The intended victim most likely has qualms about using deadly force. Using a non-lethal chemical weapon might be less troublesome and just as effective.
Last edited by pbrower2a; 01-15-2014 at 11:39 AM.
The greatest evil is not now done in those sordid "dens of crime" (or) even in concentration camps and labour camps. In those we see its final result. But it is conceived and ordered... in clean, carpeted, warmed and well-lighted offices, by (those) who do not need to raise their voices. Hence, naturally enough, my symbol for Hell is something like the bureaucracy of a police state or the office of a thoroughly nasty business concern."
― C.S. Lewis, The Screwtape Letters