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“While you may be able to keep your son Jimmy from owning [a gun], if you try to talk him out of wanting one, you are up against a pretty strong argument: You mean I shouldn't want a device that grants me power and identity, makes me feel dangerous and safe at the same time, instantly makes me the dominant male, and connects me to my evolutionary essence? Come on, Mom, get real!”

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Protecting the Gift: Keeping Children and Teenagers Safe

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Gavin de Becker
Gavin de Becker

Gavin de Becker is a renowned author and security expert, known for his work on personal and public safety, as well as psychological tactics. His books, 'The Gift of Fear' and 'Fearless', have gained widespread popularity around the world and have been translated into multiple languages. more

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