That Gun Right Thing

Guns, guns, guns. . .Where do I begin? I think it's safe to say that I am cool with the 2nd Amendment, or wherever that gun right thing comes from.  I am aware that guns can be dangerous, but with proper parenting, education, and practice, guns can just be an effective tool to keep punks and pricks from robbing and murdering you (in rural areas). And until you've lived in the middle of nowhere, in a town where burglaries are too frequent, keep your judgments to yourself.

Now, while I was growing up I wasn't too particularly worried about being burgled. However, as an adult I am keenly aware of the robberies in the area, and my paranoia has taken new heights. Also, I worry about my old parents being the victims of clockwork orange-like scenarios. And last night my worry was unprecedented, so much so that I confessed to my mother this morning that I didn't sleep well, yet again, because I was creating all sorts of insane scenarios in which we would be burgled and all end up dead.

Surprisingly my parents were able to quell my fears. My mother said, and I quote, "Everybody knows 'don't mess with the Tees, they have guns.' T. Wing (their neighbor) is a part of the fire department in town and he assured us that nobody wants to mess with us."

I must admit, never before in my life was I so grateful for the 2nd Amendment. You have no idea how many nights I have not slept because I imagine horrific scenes where my parents are murdered and I become an orphan, or I'm the sole victim of a Ted Bundy, or fuck, we're all just murdered. I do, however, have some amazing ideas for escape.
Just in case.