So you decide who have the right to live?
I decide to defend my life. That's my right as an organism, I don't care what country you're from.
Humain life is more important than poperty.
I don't know whether he threatens my life or just my property. In order to secure my life, I need to make some assumptions. I would rather kill someone who would probably have killed me, than to take the chance and end up dead. Again, I choose my life over the life of some criminal scumbag. I choose
my life over
a hundred thousand criminal scumbags. Nobody else in the world is going to care enough about me at that moment to secure my safety.
Of course this reasoning doesn't bear if you live in a place where murder during home invasion is common. Maybe those are just less likly to happen here, making me say that the treath is low, while it is rather hight were you live I don' know.
You wake up and a huge guy is there. I bet your first reaction on reading that was not "Let's go grab a cup of tea in the kitchen and figure out whether you're here to rape and murder us all, or if you just want my TV. Because if you just want my TV, you're welcome to it. You certainly seem to need it more than me, to support your cocaine habit."
If someone breaks into my place and I'm in there, he has basically given up the right to certain amounts of his blood and the functions of certain body parts, depending on how fast he can run. Or maybe he takes me down first. But a burglar needs to know that's a risk he takes every time he destroys the frail illusion of safety that four walls and a roof gives us.
And maybe if a burglar is found the next day with his entrails strewn in the kitchen of a house, and the police are taking a statement from the owner, and there are a bunch of wailing crack babies in a tenement somewhere, maybe seeing that on TV will make other burglars think twice about this life of crime thing.
Of course, maybe I'd get killed in a drive-by in retaliation.
Point is, I'm not going to just lie there with my wallet out and my ass in the air, hoping I survive one more day. I am not a
sea cucumber. I am a running, fighting omnivore with blood in my veins and a will to live. If my claws and teeth must keep me alive in defiance of a predator in the dark of night, then I will rip and shred and scream until that blood fails me.
I look down upon anyone who would do less.