When attacked, shoot first and ask question later.
I don’t know the circumstances of the attack in this case, but when you’re attacked from behind by 30 scumbags at once, how many are you going to take down before one of the others hits you over the head with a pipe.
Things like this are why I choose the rural life. Here, it’s a beautiful, peaceful, warm Sunday evening. The leaves are starting to change color, the corn is ripening, and none of this kind of nonsense is going on. Yet, anyway.
It may be a long, long time before I go closer to any large city than the outer suburbs. There’s just no reason to go there, none at all, and lots of reasons not to. One of the reasons is pictured above.