I have no figures. All I know for certain is that I'm an American, a Midwesterner no less, and everytime I walk past the armed peaceofficer what keeps watch over the grocery store environment, I begin to tremble with an almost sexual excitement of anticipation of suddenly grabbing his gun from its holster. So far, I've been able to resist this impulse, which feels like the intrusion of a powerful outside force into my mind's will.