I will die to protect your right to bear arms.
Except when I'm bearing them in my car trunk in the company parking lot. -- Bold words, but obviously specious.
I will also die to defend your neighbor's right to kick you off his land for any reason he wishes, whether it be your arms, your race, your ugly mug, or his secret passion for your wife.
Gotta love your 'defense' of irrationality.
Your rights and his are compatible.
They should be, but he irrationally wants me disarmed at work.
If you insist on violating his rights,
My gun in my trunk in no way violate his rights; and you cannot show such a violation. -- Can you try?
he has the right to defend himself using deadly force, and I hope he does.
Straw man. -- No one here has questioned his right to self defense, as you well know.
In other words, you don't believe in private property rights. You are comfortable imposing your will on the property owner whenever it seems like a good idea to you. Which is exactly the trouble. You probably believe in "limited" government, but when you come right down to it, the difference between you and a dictator is only one of degree.
They should be, but he irrationally wants me disarmed at work.
Apparently nothing will get it through your head that "your" work is actually his property. You have no rights to dictate how he uses his property. The problem is that you believe you do.
My gun in my trunk in no way violate his rights; and you cannot show such a violation. -- Can you try?
My sleeping in your house whenever I please in no way violates your rights. I welcome you to try to prove otherwise.
Straw man.
No. If you attack him and he kills you, that's self defense. If you trespass on his property and he kills you, that's self defense. If he invites you onto his property under certain conditions, and you violate those conditions and attempt to force your way onto his property anyway, then he has the right to kill you in self defense. It's his property.
Something tells me you'd suddenly lose all your thick-headedness if you invited me to your house, where your wife is allergic to peanuts, and I insist on entering with a big bag of them; of if you simply don't like smoke, but I insist on smoking a cigar in your living room; or if you're raising young children, but I insist on bringing dirty movies with me; or if you hate rap, but I insist on playing it loudly in your guest room. Your head will suddenly clear, and you'll realize that it's your house, and in your house, you make the rules.