When a Nazi punk starts trouble with a man at his front door, the fight quickly draws attention throughout the neighborhood. The owner of the house remains cool and collective while the skinhead can’t seem to calm down; what happens next is something out of a movie…
I can’t begin to imagine how awful it must feel to know that your whole neighborhood could witness you getting a beat-down. Fortunately for the house owner in this situation, he has a few karate chops up his sleeve. No wonder he stood firm the whole time!
For some reason I automatically assumed that the motorcycle on the right side was the Nazi’s and at any moment he’d just take off angrily. I found it hilarious that he had to do a walk of shame back to wherever he came from in front of dozens of neighbors.
Moral of the story: Name-calling is bearable, but touching a man’s trash is grounds for a judo-chop.
