I have an Uncle who's confined to a wheelchair...he was wounded in Korea, protecting America...and he's always waiting for us when we return from a hunting trip, and he'll sit, petting a dead gopher, as we relay tales of the day's hunt...and, when we get to the parts of the story where we shoot the gophers, he strokes the dead gopher faster and faster...and he's said, over and over again, how he'd like to shoot gophers with us, but he can't because of his wheelchair...and even though we give him an occasional gopher (he names them even- his last one is named Soggy) it's just not the same.
He saw Internet hunting as his last chance to shoot gophers, and now- thanks to liberal gun control advocates- his hopes are dashed.
I don't have the heart to tell him his dreams are over- I'm going to e-mail Hillary Clinton, Jane Fonda and Barbera Boxer and ask them to to dash this old man's dreams. I can't destroy Uncle Buck.