This is a photo of inside the house I grew up in. I took this photo 10 years ago when my mom passed, I did not want to forget what it was to grow up in a cage. What you see here is the hallway that goes to the rooms. The room you can see at the end is the master bedroom, and you can see one room right after the gate, that was my sisters room, and the one in the middle was my room. This is the typical gates that people put up in their homes to attempt to keep themselves safe from the criminal element which rules the streets. All the windows and door of the house had gates, so to get to this gate you needed to first go through those. Criminals there had figured out how to easily go through those gates, and since the government had conveniently disarmed the population, all you could hope, when you had a home invasion at night, was for you to be able to call the cops, before the criminals could break the gates to the bedrooms... They broke the gates with simple scissor jacks, you just put them between the bars and snap them off.
This home was in a gated community that has controlled access. All but 2 of the roads into the community had been closed with concrete walls that were first 6 feet tall (government regulation). eventually the 6 foot tall walls were deemed insufficient, and the regulation was changed to 8 foot tall walls. So, 2 feet were added to the walls, with cemented in broken glass on top of the walls, and barbed wire on top of that. Honestly, it made little difference... So, we lived inside a walled compound, with 8 foot tall walls, with broken glass on top of the walls, and barbed wire on top of everything. To get in you only had two 12 foot tall electronically operated gates which had barbed wire on top of them. After you passed the walls with the barb wire, broken glass, and gates, you got to your home. You got out of your car and opened the gate to the garage, from there you got out of the car and opened the gate in front of the steel front door. When you opened the gate in front of the front steel door, you needed to unlock two locks and now you were in your house. But wait! you still needed to get to your bedroom, so, you first had to open the gate before the bedrooms, then you had to unlock your door, and then finally you were in you own perfectly safe room...
People here in the USA do not understand how people in these other countries live where everyone was disarmed. You live in a literal jail, while the criminal element lives out in the wild. There is no worse feeling than being carjacked, have a gun put to your head, and have no means of defending yourself, I have been there... I moved out of this democratic utopia when my best friend got murdered getting to his home late at night after some late nigh street racing action in his 68 Camaro. He was shot 16 times in front of his wife and 4 year old daughter while unarmed in his driveway. Worst part about it all was that I had told him to carry his 357 revolver when he went out at night, he told me that he did not need to do that, as it was illegal, and he had no beefs with anyone...
