Last year, I had to make the quick trip from D.C. up to Baltimore on three occasions, to do protective work in not-so-good parts of the inner city. One detail was due to a client with an employee, a rather pale-faced Nicaraguan national, who fell victim to “the knockout game” played on him by adolescent African street terrorists let loose from a nearby school. The employee’s job required him to be out on the street all day, and I had to stick by his side for several days, ready to thwart any and all further attacks from Obama’s many sons...