i want to be a gunfighter packing heat through the new york winter stalking bad guys and giving them the whppin' they deserve. yes, the murdering thug vigilante is the best heroic figure i can come up with on this saturday afternoon. chase the young ones out of the room momma i'm pretending to gun down two more druggies intent on petty theft. my head is clear and my aim true... bang they're dead! it's a warm fuzzy to protect my family... he comes dr. phil, bang dead! the seventeen people in line ahead of me anywhere, bang dead! someone wants my signature, bang dead! my cable company, bang dead! all criminals of the postmodern world who deceive me with false choices while telling me what to do, bang dead! lord bronson be proud of me, my mentor, my god, dare i say it my father. i am on the loose now, are you listening? bang dead! they don't make movies like that anymore.. they make too much sense.