Nobody's kidding about this, and when that reality penetrates your head, it'll be at 1000 fps, 158 grains at a time. The last thing you'll feel will be heat, and a sudden concrete sensation as your face smacks into it at the speed of falling jello, and the last thing to cross your mind will be skull fragments. The last thing you hear will be snickering (if you can hear that over that ringing noise on one side).
That lesson is coming at you like a freight train, and civilization will miss you like Bolivia misses Che. As noted at KDT's current blog Splendid Isolation:
Once again, for clarity:
You may now consider yourselves to have been properly negotiated with.