My mother had a vindictive saying for men in general: “Too many men, not enough bullets.” Yeah, she’d been trice married and divorced. The last two in short order, and to her credit, not worth any longevity. I’d rephrase to suggest too many guns, not enough love your neighbor as yourself. When and where guns proliferate, so do people who feel ten feet tall. It’s as if they holstered a half a bottle of Jim Beam. Instead of the stand your ground defense, it’s more like shoot first and get asked questions later.