I am at my happiest when I'm in a situation of properly, rationally managed risk. I'm not an adrenaline junkie. I just feel most at peace when in a well-found vessel and the shoreline has fallen from view to my stern.
If that makes no sense, substitute motorcycles or light aircraft for the yachting metaphor. Just don't take danger away from me, that's the evolutionary pressure that makes me a better person. Let me prepare and manage the risks I choose to face.
Every gun on a law-abiding gun carrier is a vote against evil even if the gun never speaks. Carrying a gun for the sake of carrying a gun amounts to being part of a prevailing wind against violence, and that is a good thing.
If that still makes no sense, the New York Daily News is always looking for new readers.
