Lord Smugly of Conceit [a.k.a.Piers Morgan] has a seemingly insatiable desire for having his own arse handed to him on a platter. Here, two ladies he patronizingly refers to as 'gun girls' refuse to be intimidated by the loathsome Brit's ceaseless interruptions and insulting criticisms of their smiles and proceed calmly to dismember Morgan's ignorant assertions about 'assault weapons.'
