There is no better way to say it, based on some right wingers' reactions to the Virginia Tech massacre.
Michelle Malkin: "You want a safer campus? It begins with renewing a culture of self-defense -- mind, spirit and body. It begins with two words:
Fight back."
John Derbyshire of the National Review: "...
why didn't anyone rush the guy? It's not like this was Rambo, hosing the place down with automatic weapons. He had two handguns for goodness' sake—one of them reportedly a .22."
Mark Steyn of the National Review: "They’re not 'children.'
The students at Virginia Tech were grown women and — if you’ll forgive the expression — men. They would be regarded as adults by any other society in the history of our planet... Nonetheless, it’s deeply damaging to portray fit fully formed adults as children who need to be protected. We should be raising them to understand that there will be moments in life when you need to protect yourself..."
Nathanael Blake at HumanEvents.com: "
Something is clearly wrong with the men in our culture. Among the first rules of manliness are fighting bad guys and protecting others: in a word, courage. And not a one of the healthy young fellows in the classrooms seems to have done that."
These individuals make me sick. I'd be willing to bet each of these "men" (yeah, Malkin, you sloppy, filthy media-whore, you too) would have piss tricking down their legs, shaking in their shoes, were they confronted with a similar situation. It's real easy to call someone a coward when you're not the one with the gun pointed at you.
I know a little something about campus violence. During my time dorming in college, I had a roommate who was on Paxil. One night, he went out drinking, and came back to our room acting very belligerently towards me. I tried to prevent the situation from escalating, but he seemed to have little on his mind other than fighting me. Having figured out that he was not of his normal demeanor, I did not want to beat the piss out of him. Eventually, however, he had his hands around my throat, choking me, telling me, "My only purpose in life is to kill you." (Yeah, you filthy right-wing trolls, I know: "Too bad he didn't succeed!" Go fuck off now, thanks.) Needless to say, at that point, the kid gloves were off; I ripped his hands off my throat and knocked him unconscious. In the meantime, none of the people in my hall even knew what was going on; when I exited the room (which was second-to-last in the hall), there were two RA's and two security guards going door-to-door, looking for my roommate - for getting unwantedly frisky with a young lady earlier in the evening.
It was a very scary situation, even when I wasn't fighting for my life. No one wants violence brought to them, and you cannot hold people liable for being concerned for their own safety.