Friday, October 17, 2008

Reporter attacked at Palin Rally: Automatic Writing

This reporter had a rough day at a Palin Rally held at Elon University yesterday.  I have the essentials below, but I recommend that you click on the link at the end of the post and read the whole article.

Emotions are definitely running high.  There is definitely going to be some ugliness over the next couple of weeks.

I sidled up to one of the Obama supporters and asked why they were there, what they were trying to accomplish. As he was telling me a large, bearded man in full McCain-Palin campaign regalia got in his face to yell at him. Hey, hey, I said. Im trying to interview him. Just a minute, okay? The man began to say something about how of course I was interviewing the Obama people when suddenly, from behind us, the sound of a pro-Obama rap song came blaring out of the windows of a dorm building. We all turned our heads to see Obama signs in the windows. This was met with curses, screams and chants of U.S.A by McCain-Palin folks who crowded under the windows trying to drown it out and yell at the person playing the stereo. It was a moment of levity in an otherwise very tense situation and so I let out a gentle chuckle and shook my head. Oh, you think thats funny?! the large bearded man said. His face was turning red. Yeah, thats real funny& he said. And then he kicked the back of my leg, buckling my right knee and sending me sprawling onto the ground. From my position there I saw the bottoms of a number of feet almost accidentally stomping me to death as the two political camps screamed back and forth, the music continued to blare and some of the Obama crowd moved the large bearded man and his friends away. When I was helped to my feet the bearded man was walking away quickly. For a moment I considered running the bloated, twelve-sandwich eating prick down and beating the living hell out of him&and then I remembered that Im a reporter, how much I enjoy being gainfully employed and how hard it would be to keep my job if I got into a fistfight with a guy at a political rally. So instead I limped off to try to find a security guard or cop.

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