Offered without comment:
I always keep a few guns around - there's a gun in my bedroom as well. And yes, they're loaded, because when I'm home, they're in use. Doesn't happen very often, but somebody drives up the driveway - it's almost always someone properly here - but if I don't know who they are, I'm gonna greet 'em with a gun in my hand. [interviewer interjects] Well, if I don't know who they are and I'm not expecting somebody, I'm not walking out to the front door without the means to protect myself. I don't know who they are - so I bring my friends: Mr. Smith and Mr. Wesson.I'd embed the video if I knew how; suffice to say the above quote appears between 21:58 and 22:31 in the film.
Aagghhhh - okay, notwithstanding my effort above not to comment, how can I not? Mr. Feldman apparently is not the only, uhh, hyper-vigilant, hyper-threat-sensitive male of a certain pigmentation and vintage whose interpretation of his Second Amendment rights includes "greeting" with a gun strangers in his driveway - an interpretation that others might interpret as the very definition of mental illness sufficient to disqualify one from gun ownership.
I guess Halloweens must get very exciting at these old folks' homes.
(Not sure whether this qualifies as "calling out" a DKos diarist; if so, I'll take down this diary - o.h.)