The funny thing is (not amusing funny, but weird funny), the AR toting Rambo posse have this internal picture of themselves stepping up to the plate to save the day if the Libs, (insert favourite colour tag), Ruski’s/commies, Chinese or aliens come knocking for their rights, when in reality all an invader would need to do is cut communications after broadcasting a panicked good old boy shouting “They’re dressing up like us!” and leave it for a while.
The ingrained paranoia would do the rest. Those who didn’t bottle it would either die in embarrassing ricochet incidents shooting at reflections, wild shootouts with others of their ilk or just run out of ammo trying.