If there are people who believe safety measures or such security needs should exist only so people won't do x or y [bad thing], then dear goodness what is that.
Well what else are they for? The police has lists of things they're supposed to stop people doing then they go and stop people doing those things. Also they close off roads and direct traffic sometimes.
That's not the point.
The point is that if people would be kind enough to not break rules, then we wouldn't need someone around for the sole sake of enforcing it.
I'd just like to mention that a spoonful of mud is enough to ruin a barrel of honey, while the reverse is not true. Or that, if we have 99 law-abiding, very nice people who would not murder a rich guy for his wallet and one violent bandit who would, said rich guy would get murdered as opposed to staying alive if there were no bandits, while if we had 99 bandits and one non-bandit, the rich guy would not get murdered any less than he would if there were 100 bandits, id est, just one man who does not wish to abide by the laws can inflict enough damage to society to merit enforcing those laws.
In other words, all we need to justify the existence of police is only one criminal per time unit per settlement, and therefore the existence of law enforcement in no way indicates that humans are inherently opposed to lawfulness.
Sorry for the rambling post, it's late here.
Goddammit its been two fucking months, two goddamn months and NOW I start crying like a petulant child. I'm a fucking wreck right now, I can't eat, I can't sleep, and I can't get any goddamn work done without collapsing into a depressed pile of tears and disappointment. The day after, I thought I would be fine. "I can do this" I foolishly thought, "I'll pull through!". These were the lies I told myself for a week. Then everything was quiet for a while. Then I realized the significance of that event and it all came crashing down. That's when the water works came, I don't think I've cried harder in years. I was this close to having a nervous fucking breakdown, and was very fucking close to lunging at someone I hate for no real good reason at all. I nearly broke my foot kicking a brick wall after I made sure I was alone. I am incredibly disappointed in myself. Holy shit and -breakdown-
I hope nobody died, that event you are referring to must've been horrible.