Not really an escalation, more of a natural progression to the scenario which you've painted.

People don't like their children being shot, so they will provide them with the whatever personal protection they would need for survival.

Now there's an idea, a real 'light bulb' moment.

I'll bet your post is undergoing a feasibility study by the C.I.A. at this very moment.

I think all of us, even the black criminals, know the answer to that problem. We're paying a very heavy price for the sins of our fathers, i.e, slavery. Violence and criminality is a congenital characteristic of black people and we are just going to have to live with the eye-watering cost of keeping them away from normal society. Maybe sometime in the future a programme of sterilization will be introduced.

How dare you not take offence when I went to the effort to be downright offensive. I was exercising my civil right to be insulting and you hadn't the common decency to express annoyance. From here on in I'm going to be polite and pleasant to you. See how you like those apples.

Of course we have you fool. Everyone on this site, including you, but excluding me, are are a bunch of pretentious wannabe academics who cannot communicate with their fellow human beings in the real world, so you, along with the rest of the rabble on here, use this medium to rent your frustrations and hang ups which are a result of your social backwardness. The stupidity of your questions are only surpassed by the embarrassingly ridiculous answers which you sometimes try to give.

Yeah, I've noticed that in all the movie night club scenes, even the most recent ones, Sam is always there in the corner playing,(it again) ''As Time Goes by'' with Humphrey Bogart and Ingrid Bergman leaning on the piano.

I still use my Al Capone, bulletproof V8 Cadillac fast getaway Sedan. Great for hanging out the back windows blasting away with a Tommy gun, even when you're not being chased.

Hey,you sure dam de funny girl. Why I bet you have dem Bothers falling out of de trees with laughter back home down the Bongo.

I belong to a society of secrets, but not a secret society.

I place intuition over logic every time. Creativity is seldom, if ever, based on logic. Entertainment is not based on logic, it is a medium of intellect and emotion. Inventiveness is spawned from totally illogical concepts and romantic visions of things never seen, tried nor even imagined before. The boredom of logic is the region where mathematicians spend their time. Throw the 'logic commandments of debate' in the bin and let every participant present their argument in their own individual manner.

The Planet of the Apps. Can't say that I do because I don't. Slack was the name given to a loose, slow burning solid fuel used in open fires around the the period of 40s and 50s. It spawned the light-hearted comment, tell your da not to go down the coal mine, there's plenty of slack in his drawers, (underpants).

On Friday past, somewhat lost, I was driving through the misty glens of County Mayo and stopped to ask the way to Achill Island. The local gave me clear directions and then, as I was leaving, commented, 'isn't that Donald Trump a dangerous man''. I thought, gee, even in the remotest corners of Ireland this boisterous man is both famous and feared. But, I think unjustifiably so. The people to fear are not true Americans, prominent or otherwise. By true Americans I mean the descendants of those European settlers who pioneered the Land and made it a nation which has the low lives of the failed countries of the world trying to gain entry by fair means of foul.