I awoke in a cold sweat. Dream or portent, I asked myself. Was it a solution, an answer? In the desert, battle line drawn in the sand. One side,the amassed army of ISIS. On the other, our "secret weapons." 5,000 personal injury attorneys, in battle garb, brown suit and tie, armed with leather briefcases, legal briefs filed, papers to be served. The charge began, ISIS,Β Β terror stricken, retreats. I woke up. (Well, nothing else seems to be working.)