Another tired meme of the anti-gun folks is that no-one really needs a gun because we have peace officers.
The theory is that since we have this enthusiastic group of folks who dedicate a career to looking for, and dealing with, criminals that we should hand over all responsibility for our individual protection to these folks. In other words: "Only Police and Military Need Guns".
Anyone who sits down and actually thinks about this for a moment can easily see the multiple flaws in this argument, but the primary and biggest flaw is that nobody has their own cop. If you are lucky, there may be one officer for every thousand citizens. If you are Citizen #198 having a Dynamic Interpersonal Episode with Citizen #745, and the cops are busy dealing with Citizen #394 ... well, you're on your own.
Much as I hate Bumper Sticker arguments, the old saw that goes something like: "When seconds count, the police are only minutes away" really does come into play here.
I see that some of my newer Gentle Readers haven't got their minds wrapped around this concept, so let us indulge -- for the sake of argument -- in a mental exercise.
Let us say that you are in a building literally crawling with peace officers of every stripe; even so far as to posit that there are particular officers who are assigned to the very part of the building you are in. Let us state that this building is the Ultimate Liberal Safe Area: absolutely NO-ONE except for peace officers can have a gun in this building, and there are peace officers around just about every corner.
As part of this hypothesis, you are a woman with an abusive ex-boyfriend. This ex of yours has abused you to the point that you have gone to this building and applied for an Emergency Protective Order.
Long time Gentle Readers of this blog know how I feel about Paper Armour, but I digress.
Anyway, you have put your faith in Society, in the Justice System and the police, and are Doing The Right Thing, the Civilized Thing, in a courtroom, in a Courthouse just brim-full of cops.
Watch this video. Be sure to enlarge it to full-screen, because I wouldn't want you to miss a punch.
Not only were the police minutes away, they were seconds away. Just outside the courtroom door, if I don't miss my guess.
What's the count, Gentle Readers? One grandmother hammered into a wall and five? Six? Eight good punches on the ex-girlfriend?
And that's in the middle of a courthouse full of cops.
Can you imagine this scene just down the street? How many punches before the police arrive -- if they arrive?
Can you imagine this scene after he kicks in the door to her house at two in the morning?
That woman is not as strong as her attacker. Blatant physical fact. She is not as fast, either. In the matter of physical violence she is not his equal ... except when Colonel Colt is with her.
God made men. Colonel Colt made them equal. That goes for women, too.
And when it comes down to brass tacks, the individual is the only person ultimately responsible for his -- or her -- own safety. Part of that responsibility involves being able to defend your own self, with appropriate tools.
Gun control is denying you those tools in exchange for the nebulous assurance that the police will "do their best".
"Doing their best" oft involves putting a toe-tag on your corpse and finding the guy that killed you so that he can plea bargain his way out of an extended sentence, but that's gun control for you.