who can forget, in the wake of sim city, how children everywhere took up urban planning? [ laughter ] it was all "tune in, turn on, and zone for residential use!" man! [ laughter ] yes, yes. when talk starts about restricting things, it's never video games or movies. it's always the most innocent amongst us. our guns. why? [ laughter ] well, look no further than the media, milking tragedy for their own profit, inciting fear instead of calmly and objectively reporting the news like i am. [ laughter ] case in point, my guest tonight cnn host and matthew perry in anaphylactic shock, piers morgan. [ laughter ] folks, when it comes to gun rights, like all englishmen, he drives on the wrong side of the barrel. 1010 americans a year are hit by gunfire or killed or wounded. you have to wake up and smell the coffee. at what point do you gunny lobby guys want say we get it. it's time to change. >> stephen: calm down, peers! what experience does this union jack-off have with guns? their police don't even carry them. [ laughter ] if you want to have a debate about whistle control, i'

. >> angela sims, who teaches ethics and black church studies in kansas city, missouri spent two yearsnterviewing african-americans who grew up in what theologian james cohen callsed chate the shadow of the lynching tree. they lived in fear of one. or in the case of 92-year-old willie matthew thomas, narrowly escaped being lynched. >> so one of them said, look, we going to hang him or not? and they said, sure we're going to hang him. so he made up the noose, and they put it round my neck. and i -- i remembered in the bible it speak about how they treated jesus, and they said, "they led him away to be crucified." they led me away to be crucified, to be hung. >> thomas was saved when a white man, who knew his family, showed up with a shotgun and intervened. dr. sims got the idea for her project when she heard a speech about lynching by retired minister the reverend wallace hartsfield, sr. now 83, he was only eight or nine living in georgia when he peered from behind a curtain and saw a mob. >> they had taken the man out, and they had used his body for gun practice, and then they had hang

. >> he sim plaw meanting this for -- he is implementing this for the public hospital. he will turn into a nazi junky. but you can't if you are a poor slob in the city. >> which i am, bernie. >> my apologies. i'm sorry about that. by the way, i saw gutfeld in the gym today. >> are you serious? >> i saw him doing squats in the steam room. >> he tells the other guys that's how he makes them feel better. >> this is the only way i will get cured. >> he has a fake prescription and everything. >> by the way, a bunch of private hospitals said they will voluntarily go along with this. i had a hernia operation within the past year, and i actually called the doctor. shaw lieu was talking about it and i called him up pleading for more vicodin because i was in that much painment -- pain. and then it was awarded to me. i would have been out in the street looking for heroin to shoot up. i needed. it i don't want to abuse myself in that way. it is a free crai. it is a free country. stay out of it. >> now you have taken it too far. >> jedediah said he is a doctor and emergency room doctors can prescribe three days worth of pain pills. my question is what is three d

cities and plains, mingled by one wind, our breath. breathe. hear it through the days gorgeous din of honking cabs, buses launching down avenues, the sim phony ofor whispers across cafe tables, hear the doors we open each day for each other, saying, hello, shall lomb, bbonjorno. howdy. or buenos dias. and the language my mother taught me, in every language, spoken into one wind, carrying our lives without prejudice, as these words break from my lips. one sky. since the appalachians claimed their majesty and the mississippi and coronado worked their way to the sea, thank the work of our hands. weaving steel into bridges, finishing one more report for the boss on time. stitching another wound, or uniform. the first brush stroke on a portrait, or the last floor on the freedom tower, jutting into the sky that resilience. one sky, toward which we sometimes lift our eyes, tired from work. some days guessing at the weather of our lives. some days, giving thanks for a love, that loves you back. sometimes praising a mother who knew how to give or forgiving a father who couldn't give what you wanted. we head home, through the gloss of rain or weight of s