Yeah, but he was kind of a clod when it came to the NRA.

My mom, the psychiatric social worker, had a favorite joke about the guy:

A psychiatrist dies and when he gets to the pearly gates St. Peter greets him enthusiastically. "I'm so glad you're here! We need your help!"

"Why, what's wrong?" the doctor asks.

"God thinks he's Charlton Heston!"

SRS