I live in one of those semi-upscale, semi-planned Northeast Georgia neighborhoods where large houses sit hip-to-hip on relatively small lots and where all the lawns are semi-perfectly manicured and all the children are, well, absolutely perfect (just ask their parents). But this also is a neighborhood where a number of people live in constant fear of the outside world. And, like many of their fellow Americans these days, a good number of my neighbors are all too willing to give up personal freedoms for the perception of security.