Often, when I hear men speak about home invasion, it’s not in the context of what an intruder might do to them but rather, in an almost fetishistic way, what they might do to an intruder. These men yearn to stand their ground, to have an excuse to use their arsenal, to find out what it feels like to kill another human being (and you know, in this morally bereft country, what color human being they’re picturing).
