Sometimes it goes bad, but the majority of reported incidents validate the right-to-defense thingy that you just spit at. If you saw a well-muscled college wrestler coming at you, you might also feel that you might be in pretty serious trouble...Unless you're there, you can only form opinions from intangibles.
You reap what you sow. One of these days you’ll rue this day.
Someone you know, someone you love will suffer some form of dementia, become aggressive and get blown away with no forethought, no mercy and no attempt to humanely subdue by calling for backup, by either a jacked up, overly aggressive, well-muscled ‘roid cop or some chicken$hit, manhating, chunky buzzcut lesbian who should never have been within 100 yards of a police uniform and a position of authority, let alone brandishing a firearm at a member of the public she was hired to protect, not kill.
This is the stuff of police states a-borning and you, an erstwhile conservative, are cheering it on.
Here’s to the hope that you experience a no-knock “dynamic entry” in the middle of the night with no fatalities due to the endemic “wrong address” to wake your stupid self up. This was wrong and you refuse to see it. If anything is being spit upon here you’re doing it. You’re spitting on the grave of a college freshman, somebody’s son, no record, no nothing, just this one episode. No mercy, just blam. Dead. And all you have are rationalizations.
There will come a day. Snap out of it, you fool.