Becoming lazy, complacent, and declawing yourself is pretty silly. Advising others to join you in being helpless is just plain stupid.
No, it's a rational assessment of risk. And I'm not stupid, thank you very much.
Clearly there is no life without risk, but bears, wolves, and the like were not a big risk. I didn't say they presented no risk. Just that the risk they presented was not worth carrying a gun.
And that's my point. People are utterly unable to rationally assess risk. It's an emotional thing. They arm themselves against risks that are slight at best but which they fear, and then ignore risks that are much greater but are familiar.
I'm not saying everybody should avoid carrying. I'm saying get a rational handle of the real risk before deciding to carry. I don't think many people do, being scared of bears and all. Been there; done that.
About the seatbelt analogy: Do you wear a helmet when you drive? You should. The odds of getting brain damage from a car accident are way higher, even if wearing a seatbelt, than an attack by human or animal in the woods. So if you are going to be entirely rational (and you aren't) then you would start wearing as helmet when you drive to the woods long before you would arm yourself in the woods.
But you don't do that, do you? Thereby leaving yourself largely defenseless to brain damage. Why? Because car accidents are a familiar risk while the risks 'perceived' in the woods less so. An entirely irrational position.
Which proves my point.
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I offer my sympathies for those who must deal with the two-legged type of risk, but I've defended myself in an entirely different manner. I moved to where the crime rate is low. Not zero. Low. Works for me. I never did like the idea of my young children choosing between packing or being defenseless. But there I go being rational again.
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[Edit: There was literally a brain surgeon in Anchorage for a time who drove around town with a helmet on. He was the only brain surgeon in town, and reasoned that without another one around he needed the helmet.]
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And for the record, I'm definitely a revolver guy. Something gets a hold of the slide on an automatic, i.e., you shoot it while it's still in your coat pocket, or you have a hand-to-hand battle and the bad guy gets a hand on the slide, or you've shoved it down the throat of an animal, and you are going to be
real dissappointed when you learn that your auto is inoperative, right when you need it most. Glock or not.
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OK, I'm done.