Put the case: I get attacked... let's say, by a Rottweiler. I feed my left hand into the Rottweiler's slavering jaws to buy me enough time to draw my self-defense handgun.
But Wait! Lo is me! I am carrying with an empty chamber for Safety's Sake! How doth I rack me a round into my firearm's chamber whilst my racking hand is being devoured by said hound from hell?
Alas, I am undone! I die a horrible death! But my Virtue remains intact, and I shall die ripped to bloody shreds by the voracious beast Secure in my Conviction that I was "safe" with my firearm! Such sublime victory!
Oi.
.... somebody give me a [bleep]' break here... jay-zus...
"I'm gonna have to science the schit out of this." Mark Watney, Sol 59, Mars
