I decide to sit down so I can enjoy a refill. I'm surrounded by two small groups. One group is a black family. A man, a woman and a child. The child, by the way, is no older than ten. The other group is two older white men. One of them is wearing the uniform of the restaurant.
The two older men start off by talking about harmless diversions. The Discovery Channel, something about a rifle (damned if I had any idea what the man was saying)... then they move to the often-proposed light rail system for the state of Florida and how 'stupid' it is and how 'they'd just have Mexicans build it anyway so there wouldn't even be any jobs made from it'. This offends me but I hold my tongue. I'm just stopping by for sweet tea. I'm in a place called Biff Burger; no offense to anyone intended, and I'm sure there are a great many wonderful regulars there, but I should expect this from a few patrons.
Yeah, at this point they were doing nothing more than being jackasses. Borderline rascist, but really just jackasses.
Then it gets my blood boiling. The men aren't content to leave things there. They start talking about 'self-righteous [censored; starts with an 'n'] trying to get more than they deserve', saying 'if you give them [censored] an inch, they ask for the whole [censored] country' and 'that [censored] president should go back to cotton-picking'. All of this is occurring two tables away from a black family and their fucking child. Yeah, I'm going to censor them but not me. Because fuck them.
I applaud the idea, the thought and you certainly had the moral high ground, but violence isn't the answer. Taking the [moral] law into your own hands, isn't the answer. Deciding you are the one to judge what speech is acceptable, and then pass punishment, isn't the answer, either.
If we went down this road, it wouldn't be rule of just, but mob rule. We wouldn't be a Republic, we'd be a Democracy.
Now, if you ever get really old and find yourself upon a Farmer's Market full of KKK members, and you plow into it, taking a few with you, and claim you couldn't stop the car ... well, I may not feel so bad.
I couldn't stand it. This is the point where a lot of people would walk away. This is the point where part of me was begging myself to just walk away. But I shoved that part of me in a dark chasm where it belongs, because dammit, that was not right. I got up, pointed at the two bastards and gave them a piece of my mind.
And that's the path I would have taken, with some clear colorful metaphors.
People like that are part of what's wrong with this country.
I told them if they wanted to continue with their stone-age opinions they were welcome to do so within the comfort of their homes and when surrounded by none but those who agreed with them, like at a bar in Downtown Tampa or on Fox News.
FOX News had nothing to do with what happened there, and what you said was wrong. At this point you're now walking along the same line they were.