I understand that my chances of being mugged, robbed, or worse by a violent attacker are slim. Very slim when you figure where I live, where I go, who I associate with, etc.
I also engage in risky activities. I ski steep lines, ski the trees by myself, go rock climbing, mountaineering, driving up mountain passes in snow storms, etc.
My risk of dying during one of my risky activities is most likely hundreds of times greater, perhaps thousands, than by the hands of an attacker.
But you know what? My risks are MY choice. I accept an element of natural and perhaps random danger. It's the cost of having fun. If I die in a natural accident I'm completely at peace with that. I've had a good life, etc.
But dying at the hands of some uneducated degenerate who has no respect for basic liberties and freedom? It absolutely makes my blood boil. I can't stand the thought.
Furthermore, my gun is pretty lightweight. Minimal hindrance in my everyday day-to-day.
