No, we need to settle this in the chunky salsa way (standing in a seven foot concrete clyinder with grenades, having that airlifted by a helicopter, and then throwing the grenades in the direction you think the enemy is in a spin on the game "Marco Polo")! W.W.L.D.? On second thought, how about standing in a fourteen feet wide, sixeteen feet deep ditch with a plank seperating us and claymores to fight with until only one remains to become President just like Abraham Lincoln would have done?