Fear? If you lived in east Los Angeles and someone appeared from around a corner inside your gated property after sundown, in an area with 2 meth houses within 2 blocks, I can promise you wouldn't be a tough guy, you'd **** yourself. Especially when your 6 month old son and wife are also in the house. I've been shot at enough to know that **** gets real when people mean to harm you and are serious about it. Don't call someone else out for being fearful when you've probably never been the target of someone else's intent to kill. Go blow yourself; for the most part I enjoy your posts but not this particular one.

I was followed into my property by some weirdo in a sketchy part of town and my response to the situation was reasonable. I'm glad you know so much about this instance that you can judge that I live in fear, although I will admit that a healthy dose of fear for being maimed kept me alive and intact while conducting foot patrols with the Marines in Iraq many years ago. So let me correct you, a stranger to me as well: don't assume because when you do, you come off like a dick.