Sigh. These things do not even rise to the level of “cannon fodder.” One clip from an M-1 Garand and you’ll have two rounds left for clean-up on aisle 3.
I’m always puzzled and a little saddened by these demonstrations of limp bravado. I’d put these sorts as the kinds of “throw-away” kids their ideological pimps use to place a bomb in a baby-carriage; the ones they train to light the fuse and then forget to get away. If things ever got sporty they’d be compost in the first fortnight. I just want to find them and take them for a long, fatherly walk to tell them that they just don’t understand what a rifle round does to center mass of a moron.
Via the always astute Francinepink at MOTUS A.D.: Divas Always Wear Mink