The boys and I were recently discussing one of the terror acts committed against civilians in the name of Islam—in this case, a shooting attack.
“Of course it’s always important to be vigilant and aware of your surroundings, but I’m not particularly worried about that kind of thing happening here.”
“Why not, Dad?”
“Because as soon as some poor bastard got ‘Allahu akbar!’ out of his mouth and/or raised a firearm in a threatening manner, he’d be hit from at least three different directions, dropping him instantly. The only thing the police would have to deal with when they eventually got there would be two good ol’ boys and a sweet, soft-spoken, pretty, impeccably dressed lady arguing over whose bullet had killed him. And the bad guys know that.”