Oyate
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Just a side note but I want to tell this story. It's kind of funny and kind of instructive and I want to call these people out for proper shame before the community.
In advance of Dr. Ron Paul's arrival, we were naturally concerned about his safety. You never know, but there might be some nut-job who wants to bust a cap in our man's ass. And even with our limited powers of sensitivity, we decided that an assassination attempt on Ron Paul would have been like a mega huge bummer on your day so we decided to maybe not let that happen.
I mean, we have enough drama in this movement.
Wells, we had no real authority besides our t-shirts which said "revolution marshal" or "revolution medic", but we decided to clear the area backstage so we could at least have a perimeter to get our man in and out of.
And of course, everybody complied as was helpful except for two dudes.
Two, that is 2 dudes out of the whole movement just helped us out.
One guy in shorts and a navy blue t-shirt made an excellent Constitutional defense about his right to stay exactly where he was (totally valid and legitimate in my view) but he made a fallacious argument. He said "there is no security threat here" and on that note, I have to accept that the man was a psychic. he knew the future apparently. Or on the other hand, I could have doubted his word and assumed that there could be a threat that he and me or you didn't know about. But I knew what to do with this guy. Getting "bossed around" by a dude sparks some guys off. I got one of our female marshals to talk to the guy. Problem solved.
But then there is this guy, you see him in pictures, wearing his big "Uncle Sam" hat, big beer belly and loudly declaring that "I contributed $5k to this campaign and if I wanna stand right here, I'm a-gonna stand right here".
It was no wonder nobody was standing with him because I could smell the beer and alcohol coming off him.
Now I will submit this one for community approval. I mean, yes, totally we should uphold our rights to stand where we want to and say what we want, but don't we kind of work together to protect our high-value assets? I mean, working together, doesn't that go along with helping lost children or old ladies across the street?
So I let myself do something I don't ordinarily do. I challenged him verbally and visually. With my posture, I said "go ahead and hit me, I dare you" and I would have had him out of there in about 2 seconds. He was the only guy that flashed violence at us the whole day. We had a couple of nut-jobs, but this guy in his big Uncle Sam hat was the only major belligerent fool we had to deal with. But when I characterize this guy as being a big, fat jerk, I should qualify this so that there is no mistake.
When I say "big" I mean bigger than me. Significantly bigger.
When I say "fat", I mean in the medical sense as in "obese"
And when I say "jerk" I mean in the sense of a total jerk. Like your most un-favored uncle that you only have to deal with on Thanksgiving or other uncomfortable occasions.
WEe'er in touch with the people at Merrian-Websters and we're inserting a new picture about what makes one a "jerk", there's still some unclarity about how this word functions as a verb, and adverb or a predicate, but this ambiguity will resolve itself in time. For now, the guy in the big Uncle Sam hat in the blue shirt that thought he could belly-bop people around?
You, Sir, are a jerk. And I cannot determine a more fitting reward for your sincerity and dedication. Truly, you have given the word "jerk" a whole new meaning. And for this, we honor you, Sir, that our tolerance has been taken so far as to include you in our list of family.
You are a top-notch jerk. And we salute you, Sir.
Jerk off.
In advance of Dr. Ron Paul's arrival, we were naturally concerned about his safety. You never know, but there might be some nut-job who wants to bust a cap in our man's ass. And even with our limited powers of sensitivity, we decided that an assassination attempt on Ron Paul would have been like a mega huge bummer on your day so we decided to maybe not let that happen.
I mean, we have enough drama in this movement.
Wells, we had no real authority besides our t-shirts which said "revolution marshal" or "revolution medic", but we decided to clear the area backstage so we could at least have a perimeter to get our man in and out of.
And of course, everybody complied as was helpful except for two dudes.
Two, that is 2 dudes out of the whole movement just helped us out.
One guy in shorts and a navy blue t-shirt made an excellent Constitutional defense about his right to stay exactly where he was (totally valid and legitimate in my view) but he made a fallacious argument. He said "there is no security threat here" and on that note, I have to accept that the man was a psychic. he knew the future apparently. Or on the other hand, I could have doubted his word and assumed that there could be a threat that he and me or you didn't know about. But I knew what to do with this guy. Getting "bossed around" by a dude sparks some guys off. I got one of our female marshals to talk to the guy. Problem solved.
But then there is this guy, you see him in pictures, wearing his big "Uncle Sam" hat, big beer belly and loudly declaring that "I contributed $5k to this campaign and if I wanna stand right here, I'm a-gonna stand right here".
It was no wonder nobody was standing with him because I could smell the beer and alcohol coming off him.
Now I will submit this one for community approval. I mean, yes, totally we should uphold our rights to stand where we want to and say what we want, but don't we kind of work together to protect our high-value assets? I mean, working together, doesn't that go along with helping lost children or old ladies across the street?
So I let myself do something I don't ordinarily do. I challenged him verbally and visually. With my posture, I said "go ahead and hit me, I dare you" and I would have had him out of there in about 2 seconds. He was the only guy that flashed violence at us the whole day. We had a couple of nut-jobs, but this guy in his big Uncle Sam hat was the only major belligerent fool we had to deal with. But when I characterize this guy as being a big, fat jerk, I should qualify this so that there is no mistake.
When I say "big" I mean bigger than me. Significantly bigger.
When I say "fat", I mean in the medical sense as in "obese"
And when I say "jerk" I mean in the sense of a total jerk. Like your most un-favored uncle that you only have to deal with on Thanksgiving or other uncomfortable occasions.
WEe'er in touch with the people at Merrian-Websters and we're inserting a new picture about what makes one a "jerk", there's still some unclarity about how this word functions as a verb, and adverb or a predicate, but this ambiguity will resolve itself in time. For now, the guy in the big Uncle Sam hat in the blue shirt that thought he could belly-bop people around?
You, Sir, are a jerk. And I cannot determine a more fitting reward for your sincerity and dedication. Truly, you have given the word "jerk" a whole new meaning. And for this, we honor you, Sir, that our tolerance has been taken so far as to include you in our list of family.
You are a top-notch jerk. And we salute you, Sir.
Jerk off.
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