Masked men show up on my porch, or molest my brown immigrant wife in public, I am instantly weapons free. No questions or hesitation. I am unloading.

That’s not macho talk. I have thought long and hard on this, got a dog in this fight. I have the weapons and practice to, at the least, unleash hell. Catch me anywhere, there’s a gun nearby. I’ll end up dead. I know this. I have made my fucking decision. Bring. It.