Poor widdle Bwadys. Did the mean ol man who you blew your collective little wad over leave a bad taste in your mouth?
Maybe it’s about time to realize when the one person who, in all regards, should be calling for stringent gun control completely blows you off (but promises to call you later, when no one else is looking) that it’s time to turn off the lights and find another set of rights to crap all over.