So now I can’t shoot up my own house if I want to? Where does this stop?
I am reminded of a story my Dad tells from time to time. My Great Grandfather horse traded for a rifle and wanted to try it out, but it was raining and he didn’t feel like standing outside.
The farmhouse had a central hallway from the front door to the back door and he pinned a target onto an oak in the backyard.
He set up on the front porch and fired a few rounds through the house.
I’m told that it went something like this(in heavy Yankee accent):
“Okay - everybody sit still!” BOOM.
“How was that?” “A little low ya say?”
“Nodody move!” BOOM.
“Where does this stop?”
It probably stops in your next door neighbor’s walls...or in your next door neighbor.