a) So what's more dangerous than walking into a gargantuan slaughterhouse in Iowa wearing a PETA jacket. You're carrying a camcorder and asking a 6-foot-6 ogre with a bloody apron on, who's holding a large saw and a nasty looking hook, questions about how cows, chickens, pigs and turkeys are being mistreated there?
b) What's more dangerous than calling off a pit-bull fight in a ghetto, dialing 911 and yelling into your mobile phone, "These gun-carrying gangsters are having these poor dogs rip each other to pieces! And they're selling drugs, too!"?
c) What's more dangerous than crashing a Mafia don's dinner in the backroom of an Italian restaurant and admitting you're part of the witness protection program and you're ratting them all out?
- Wearing a Pittsburgh Steelers jacket to a Philadelphia Eagles game, in Philly, and sitting in an ocean of midnight green and light silver and screaming and screeching: "I hate Philadelphia! The Eagles suck! The Eagles couldn't beat a slivering batch of earthworms! Your Eagles couldn't beat an elementary school volleyball team! I hate Philadelphia! Your Eagles are green parakeets! You couldn't beat a junior high team in Alaska! I really, really HATE the Eagles! Your Eagles couldn't beat a midget football team in West Virginia! I hate Philadelphia! Your Eagles couldn't beat 11 toy poodles wearing black and gold tiny doggie sweaters! I hate -"
POW! BAM BAM!!! WHAM!!! POW! &^()%$#@&*(!!!! kA-BOOM!!! PA-POW!!!
- RIP -