This morning, 22 June 2016, the notion of having owner recognition added to firearms was discussed on NPR. One person who was interviewed said the identification would require a spit second, or words to that effect, and he thought that small amount of time might mean the difference between life or death.
Perhaps, but I suspect fear has taken over this person’s life.
I’ve been around for 79 years. I served a decade in the military as well as a few years long-hauling in the 48 states and Canada. During these years I’ve parked my rig and slept in some questionable places and often found the person at the fuel desk was working behind bulletproof glass.
I have yet to know a time where a fraction of a second might have made any difference in my well-being.