My daughter and I are going out of town this weekend. We've both Facebooked it and she's Twittered it.
Now if, someone surmises from that, it's a good weekend to rob my house, they're stupid. Upon breaking in they'd find my 6'4" 275 boyfriend and a loaded shotgun and two enormous dogs that don't cotton to strangers.
And even if they get through them, they'd have to get past our Militia Member neighbor, who, when we first moved in 11 years ago, told us plainly upon meeting, "I don't have no use for blacks." He's since taken a better liking to us since his wife died a few years back and my daughter insists on baking him cookies every week and seeing after him when his own kids stopped coming by.
He never sleeps, is watchful of every house in our neighborhood and will shoot anything in his yard (or ours if we simply call and ask) after dark.
So, good luck. God speed. Cuz they'll definitely be picking you up in pieces should you choose to rob our house. You may get in, but you won't get out.