Imagine that you are spending a lovely Saturday at home with your family, perhaps even grilling up some tasty feature for an early supper, while the children are playing on their swingset and music can be heard softly playing from the kitchen window. Then, right in the middle of “Hotel California”, just as Glen Frye really turns up the juice on his sweet rock and roll guitar solo, the crack of gunfire and the rat-a-tat-tat of fully automatic machine guns ring out across the neighborhood. You hear shouting, it turns to screams. You look from your frightened children to your beloved, who has just emerged with a spiked baseball bat and a 9MM. What are you going to do?
