We live in a world that has riots, and those riots have to be stopped by men with guns. Who's gonna do it? You, Binger? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for Rosenbaum, and you curse the EMTs. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know – that Rosenbaum's death, while tragic, probably saved lives; and my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives.