The TTC Leprechaun Douche May Be My Hero

… but we don’t know that yet.

We don’t know a lot of things. What she might have said or done or how she may have looked at him – and perhaps these are things the alleged vicitm can’t recall or would deem irrelevant.  We don’t know what was in the bag. We don’t know his mental state, his physical state, his spiritual state, where his pot of gold is or even if that is indeed an actual bowler.

We don’t know if maybe he knew her.

We don’t know if this is staged.

We don’t know that even if I’m wrong and she’s right that she has or does not have any right to post him all over the web, call him names,  and incite others to do the same.

A good person I know just suggested breaking his finger. That seems no better to me. In fact, it’s worse.

See, I can fully understand having nearly been in his exact position in public many many many times.  Dealing with humans is hard and some days are worse than others. Once in a while I really want to scream “Fuck you and your stroller/groceries/purse/guitar. Fuck you right in your mouth! I am not a second-rate citizen you self-entitled shit, so stand. Stand, suffer and shove that shitty look you just gave me right up your super tight A-type personality ass!”  But, I don’t.  Usually I screw those headphones in tight and ignore you so hard it nearly hurts.

He hit somewhere in between those two extremes. That’s all.

I’m kind of shocked to see this all over my various interfeeds and surprised it hit the news. That not only the alleged victim of a snarky word and a shove felt the need to freak out online is one thing, but that so many people are ganging up on a complete stranger Scares The Fuck Out Of Me.

Consider that within minutes of this altercation, if she really didn’t do anything to provoke him, he probably felt kind of badly.

Just thinking that is good enough for me.

So yeah.

Don’t you have something better to do?