As all of my readership in the high severals knows, I have participated in approximately 700 +/- rallies in support of the troops and my political convictions since the start of the second Iraq War. One reason for that high number is the weekly rally I hold in Studio City with several other folks. We normally stage it on Friday evenings, but since we spent this Friday following Frumley Brooks around the Cricket Wireless Amphitheatre telling him he dressed like a 'spontaneous' health care supporter, we held it last night, Saturday, instead.
This dude approaches us and starts complaining about our health care signs:
He claimed to be a Canadian with dual American citizenship. When we asked him if he approved of Canadian health care, he said he had an American health care plan. When we starting quoting him passages from the health bill, he started screaming about Rush Limbaugh. Would not believe we got information from any other source. (Note: none of us listen to Rush since we work and our bosses won't let us.) At this point I wrote him off and went on about my business, The light on the corner changed, and I started across the street to work the oncoming traffic.
He starts screaming "Get the sign out of my face! Get that sign out of my face!" I said, "It's a public street," and kept walking.
He starts trying to shove me out of the crosswalk. I have whatcha might call a low center of gravity and don't shove well.
Then he hooks a rabbit punch into my short ribs from behind.
I turned around, which surprised him, stuck a straight left back into his face, which surprised him more since he was about six inches taller than me, and said, "Do that again."
He took off.
I've been punched before, and reasonably expect I'll be punched again in my lifetime. But I'm gonna start working closer to my corner for a while since I have no doubt that these heroes will start going after the handicapped woman in the chair if they're given the chance.
