What is Your Favorite Encounter with Liberal Rage?
As a resident of Portland, Oregon, I've seen my share of red-faced liberals. Rage is sort of like an accessory around here -- like Birkenstocks. For this reason, I don't volunteer my political opinion, but if someone asks I will certainly tell them. In return for being frank, I have been called a "toady," been told I don't care about other people, and have had numerous inquiries about my ability to sleep.
My very favorite (and bizarre) incident came a few years back. It was not the loudest encounter I've ever had. There was no profanity. No Reductio ad Hitlerum. In fact, only a few words were spoken -- none by me.
It goes like this: I was invited out to lunch by a friend, along with several other of his friends whom I did not know. I got there a few minutes late, so people were already eating. The conversation proceeded pleasantly enough; very general, not political in the slightest. Then, out of nowhere, my friend announced to the guy sitting next to me (I'll call him Mike) that I was a Republican. Mike looked up from his plate, stared at me for a few seconds, then looked back at his plate and said "that's too bad." He sat silently for about a minute and then, without a word, stood up, dropped his napkin on the table and walked out, leering at me as he went like I owed him money. He did not return.
I've never angered a liberal without uttering a single word. Yeah, there are more interesting stories, ones with more fireworks, but this one almost seems like an accomplishment. Like pitching a no-hitter.
Any personal brushes with liberal rage out there?