peaches017 said:
I was obviously talking about private citizens using firearms.
OK. Here's two real-life situations I was personally involved in where guns were used for "good".
Two months ago my sister was viciously attacked by a cat. Her injuries were so bad that she had to go to the emergency room. The cat was absolutely out of control. No one could get near it. It kept coming back into our yards and acting really aggressive and weird towards both people and other animals. It was a tomcat, so we knew it wasn't protecting any kittens and it looked to be uninjured, so it wasn't trying to protect itself. BTW, around our area, animal control is a total joke and we have about 5 or 6 very young kids running around our neighborhood on the weekends. The cat proved itself to be extremely dangerous and possibly rabid, so when it came back the last time my brother got out his pistol and shot it.
At the last apartment in which we lived in Atlanta, two young men (around 18-20 years old) sat down right outside our door and started profanely rapping (in both senses of the word) to each other at about 3am on a weeknight. They were both dressed like gang hoods, they were not my neighbors, and they had no reason to be near my door. I didn't freak out and I didn't call the cops. I knew that if the cops came directly to my door, the men would know who called them and there could be repercussions. I simply walked to the bedroom, left the phone in my wife's hand and told her to call the police if she heard any loud noises. Then I took my daughter out of her crib, put her next to my wife and locked the bedroom door from the inside. I got my shotgun, loaded it and cocked it quietly. I watched them through the peephole for almost an hour. At one point, one of them came to the door and jiggled the knob. By the time he had his hand on it, I was pointing the gun directly where his chest would be if he were to enter. I waited like that for a while then I looked through the peephole again. One of the bastards had left, but the other one was still sitting there. To make a long story short, he rolled a doob, smoked the entire thing, put his hand inside his baggy-ass pants and masturbated himself. I'm not kidding. After that, he stood up and tried to look through our peephole before he finally left.
Being able to protect your family from (rabid) animals and people who act like them is a good thing. Guns can be used for good. Sorry for the novel... just trying to get my point across.
