I may get beat to a pulp by a mob, but I'll guarantee you that I will go down swinging. I'm not a good fighter, so I won't play fair. Two shots center mass to the first human (red, yellow, black, or white) that laid a hand on this whitey's skull...and we'd see just how menacing that swarm of "killer bees" was.

Either (1) the mob would pour all over me like molasses and take me out after my mag was empty, (2) after making an example out of human #1 they would scatter like cockroaches, or (3) somebody in the mob would pull a gun too and we'd have our own little OK Corral right there at the State Fair. Better get yourself a funnel cake and a lawn chair, because it would get interesting.

I'd rather have to defend myself in court over protecting my life than end up in a coma with a cracked cranium. I have the right as an American to not allow myself to get beat into the stone age or worse by some hood rat....I don't really care whether he's 14 or 44...and I'm certainly not going to think twice because he's black and Al Sharpton might hold a press conference about it. I have a feeling that most of us would become quite colorblind while someone is trying to bash your head in.

I hope to God that I never have to use a gun on a human, but I'm not going to hesitate if my life is in danger. I consider a mob of blacks against 1 whitey in a butt-kicking contest pretty life threatening.