Hey, mr armageddon, what if some carlos hathcock impersonator puts a round right into your ar receiver and then turns the dogs loose on you? I'm going to make it a point to highlight your idiotic rantings and ravings, as if that needed to be done. You're kind of like the drunk who sits at the bar telling all and sundry what an asskicker you are, right up to the point where they find you laying in an alley with the s--t beat out of you, and they just take a leak on you and walk away. The only difference is, you're more of a coward than that guy.