If that shit rolls up on your door, they are there to execute you. Full stop. I’ll go out wearing my boots, thank you much.

“No you won’t tough guy!”

Yeah. Not going out like Daniel Chaver, pants down, begging and pleading for my fucking life. I’d be shaking like a leaf, scared shitless, but the cops have already made the decision for me.

In unrelated news, if you can’t handle your rifle or pistol absolutely vibrating, keep practicing. That’s kind of an essential thing to master.