With all due respect, seriously, if you've had zero experience ever firing a weapon in anger,
with your life on the line in real time, don't you think that, more than most,
you fit the definition of a keyboard commando?
Sorry, man, as I'm allowing myself to get sucked into this unwinnable debate and probably unnecessarily personally slagging you in the process.
It's just that I truly don't understand how or why so many folks here, who, demographically speaking, probably live in fairly damn safe suburban neighborhoods, keep an elaborate arsenal and obsess over the highly unlikely prospect of some Hollywood Super Villains storming into their homes.
I spent a too long part of my adult life as a P.I., and I can tell you that the overwhelming majority of criminals don't ever venture out of their obscenely blighted neighborhoods, are not that bright or particularly skilled to begin with, have been incarcerated before and are deathly adverse to going back into the system, and, in the nearly non-existent scenario wherein they invade your suburban manse, would RUN LIKE A MOTHERFUCKER if they heard the owner rack shells in his shotgun, let alone, in another over-hyped scenario,
keep coming forward if the stopping power of the penis substitute employed wasn't of sufficient caliber to physically blow them backwards.
Imho, all
that cartoonish shite is true keyboard commando BS of the first rank.
Finally, I wish to address your "no body count, then don't post" rhetorical comment. I do feel that those who have faced real life danger
are kind of inoculated against falling down the rabbit hole of media-hyped "danger."
Tweaker knows, small unit close combat is an unnerving, disorienting hell on earth. There is sure as hell fear in the moment, but the real fear hits home later when you reflect back on the fact that, "Hey, those guys were trying to KILL me."
This tends to cure most who have had to experience it of any desire to keep semi-autos in their peaceful suburban homes.
My advice?
Don't live in fear.
And get a better hobby.