>Own a musket for home defense, since that's what the founding fathers intended.
>Four ruffians break into my house.
>"What the devil?" As I grab my powdered wig and Kentucky rifle.
>Blow a golf ball sized hole through the first man, he's dead on the spot.
>Draw my pistol on the second man, miss him entirely because it's smoothbore and nails the neighbors dog.
>I have to resort to the cannon mounted at the top of the stairs loaded with grape shot.
>"Tally ho lads" the grape shot shreds two men in the blast, the sound and extra shrapnel set off car alarms.
>Fix bayonet and charge the last terrified rapscallion.
>He Bleeds out waiting on the police to arrive since triangular bayonet wounds are impossible to stitch up.
>Just as the founding fathers intended.