On Friday Seattle Weekly's Rick Anderson posted about the eight stand-your-ground shooting incidents by homeowners in the Seattle area since January. As Anderson pointed out, apparently there is bad gun violence and good gun violence: Police and the mayor last week raged against a spike in deadly crime-related shootings on the street, while gun-rights activists have been cheering a jump in self-defense shootings at home.
Illustrating this point, and noted earlier this week, gun-rights columnist Dave Workman thinks the recent accidental shooting deaths of several children were balanced out by the increased body count of home intruders.
Anderson's post inspired an outpouring of comments. Here are a few of them:
If somebody throws a propane tank through your sliding glass door and enters your home, or breaks down your bedroom door, then they absolutely deserve to be shot. I'm a pacifist, but come on! Seems like in the majority of these stories, the homeowner made the only decision they could under the circumstances.
I think the "author" of this piece is missing one fundamental and inalienable rule about life. There are victims and there are survivors. I won't be a victim. So guess what category that leaves. No one, I mean no one has the right to come into my home unbidden to steal from me or do me, or my family harm. If a person comes into my home without my express permission, they are taking their life in their own hands. I have firearms in my home and I keep one either on my person or under my direct control at all times. I have the fundamental right to defend me and mine. That has been proven time and again. These people are criminals. Predators. Predators don't understand reason. They don't understand compassion. They only understand strength. I will keep the best equalizer currently available to me to stop a predator. That's a firearm. God didn't make all men equal. Samuel Colt did.
RR Anderson writes:
my self-defense weapon of choice is the Molotov-cocktail. I keep one next to my reading light. Can't wait for some knuckle-head to break into my house. "WELCOME TO HELL!" i'll scream as the whole living room goes up in flames.