Several people. And I’ve been in a fistfight myself, right here in Texas, at work, with a rowdy on the paint crew. I was a ditch-digger at an oil refinery. No alcohol, as I’ve never touched the stuff in my life. But that’s the kind of occurance that was once normal, everyday americana. It just happens from time to time.
Or rather, it used to, before America devolved into a citizenry of wimpish, spineless, metrosexual delitantes who are too afraid to stand up or get into a fray. Especially if one saw one of their family members being pummelled and punched-out by three dudes. My God, I surely would not want to be a relative of yours, if you’d be standing by, whimpering “oh, dear!” on the sidelines like ZaSu Pitts, clutching at an embroidered hanky.
Sarah Palin and her family are the type of people I’d want to share my foxhole with, as I’d know they’d have my back. Not something I could say about many politicians or leaders out there, other than maybe Ted Cruz and Allen West. These people actually have gonads. Which is not only in short supply these days in the gutless GOP, but throughout the whole damned country. They are welcome throwbacks to when America actually used to be great.
What I find particularly hilarious about this story is that when it first came out, the vast majority of Mrs. Palin’s fans insisted it couldn’t be true, and that it was just another made up tale. THEN, when it proved to be true after all, she became a hero because her drunken kids mixed it up with the locals, and her husband jumped in to help. Clearly the woman can do no wrong.
I would venture to guess that every weekend somewhere in America a brawl breaks out. No one gets shot and it's all over and done with by Monday. Small town America.