Perhaps if you had more of an understanding about things from the perspective of people who are not 2nd Amendment fanatics, and a bit more common sense to boot, you'd comphrehend better why an armed and open carrying citizenry creates an intimdating, threatening social culture/environment. More, I'm not scared of guns, I'm wary of the people who wield them. You'll note from my other posts that I fully support gun ownership rights, so that's a box you'll need to take me out of.
I've not suggested that the ONLY reason people want to carry is to show of or be intimidating. I recongize there may be a number of reasons, but it's naive to dismiss the ego/social statement factor here, as ego, and the desire to make social statements about ourselves (including, for example, what clothes we wear, what car we drive, what house we buy, etc.) drives so much of what we do. I'm very hard pressed to believe that those openly packing are immune from such a fundamental human need.
As for the dangers of an armed and openly packing citizenry, I belive the many, many, many examples of accidental shootings, escalting disputes, rash decisions, ill-perceived threats, etc. in which guns are used to violent or deadly means (which far drawf the times guns are used by law-abiding citizens for legitimate self defense purposes, or to defend others) more than adequately attests to why we should be concerned about an openly gun packing citizenry.
We should be afraid of people like you who sincerely believe they understand others and can offer free advice, if not pass actual legislation, requiring others to intellectually conform your exalted but arrogant notions of superiority.
I think, if you were an American, we should establish houses or camps of re-education until you can break free of your cult convictions. Interventions work on many forms of delusion. . . . j/k
On one occasion, a clan of local yokels predominant in my area was asserting their ancestral "right" to hunt on my property. I went out, unarmed, to apprise them of the error of their ways. One of their number, a known extreme pot user and alcoholic, came up to my truck and pointed his deer rifle between my eyes, sneering some sort of insult to the effect that my point of view was irrelevant. I knew he was a coward, and I knew his mother-in-law looking on could be counted on to do nothing, but I talked him down to the fact that he was on my land, and he, and they, decided to just leave.
Maybe I am not smart enough to be afraid, but I'd rather have these people to deal with than people like you, whom I consider vastly more dangerous.