Back in the day, Martin Albright told readers to bring a concealed carry pistol to a post-apocalyptic party. Martin reckoned the militia/police/Army/National Guard/gangs/whoever would swoop on anyone openly carrying a long gun. He also pointed out that the S hits the F slowly. Garbage collection becomes unreliable. Roads aren’t repaired. Electricity service becomes hit or miss. Jobs disappear. It’s a long slow slide into dog-eat-dog disorder. Disarmament speeds the process. “Instead of peaceful families cowering in fear that the next knock on the door might be a savage gang coming to kill them,” Steve Curtis wrote, “criminals should be fleeing the city because Detroit has become too well-defended to provide the ‘easy pickings’ they have, up to now, enjoyed.” Didn’t happen. Won’t happen. Watch what happens. It won’t be pretty. Nor, I’m afraid, will it be unusual, as corrupt, pension-laden urban governments face fiscal reality. Get a gun? Nope. Too late. Move. If you haven’t already. If you can.