It's What They Do With Their Cars That Makes Me Nervous About Their Guns

Patriarchal family dictatorship having largely slunk off the stage, missed by few, regretted by fewer, I would not, could not, forbid the thing. But I tell you this: if any child formed of my genes and/or raised in my care proposes to link their future and plight their troth with a person who merges late and/or drives on the shoulder in traffic jams, I will campaign against the match. 

It's about the easiest way to demonstrate that you don't give a damn about anyone but yourself.