How brave is this?

Cowering in my sleeping bag.
In a straight jacket.
Armed with an RPG.
And brass knuckles
Clenching a bowie knife in my incisors.
Under five comforters.
In the locked closet.
Behind the deadbolted bedroom door.
A floor above the barricaded stair.
Inside the Liquid Plumber moat.
Beyond the padlocked pipe gate.
And the boobytrapped property line.
Within a gated community.
In a town with snob zoning.