I remember once when I was in college I did voter registration while working for the Obama Campaign.
So there I was, going about with my clipboard doing a public service and getting people to register.
I distinctly recall seeing him through a crowd of people milling about. He stood out, for he was a large fat greasy neck-beard. Long hair, sandals with socks, unkempt beard that looked like pubic hair growing on his neck and to top it off, he wore a yellow shirt. You can see where I'm going with this. For it was not an ordinary yellow shirt. Upon it's front was a snake and underneath the snake it said "Don't tread on me!"
I knew what was going to happen. We locked eyes. He walked over to me a slight smirk growing on his face as he approached. "Obama huh?" he said somehow identifying my affiliation. I didn't respond and merely said, "Have you registered to vote sir?"
To which he looked at me with a smirk on his goony neckbeard of a face and replied in an unmanly voice, "I registered ages ago. I'm not some lazy welfare queen."
Pleased at his jibe he rubbed his hands crusted with cheeto dust in apparent delight.
He was shocked when I struck a great blow upon him sending him sprawling. He fell onto the pavement weeping, "Mercy!" he cried.
"Not for libertarians." I replied harshly. He unmanned himself, voiding his bowels of the taco bell he had eaten as I placed his mouth onto the curb and stomped mightily. I was pleased at the crunch.
The crowd around me broke into applause. A police officer walked up to me, patted me on the back and said, "Well done son."
I later received a shirt in the mail from an anonymous patron, it contained a blue shirt, it read:
UPON HIM I TREAD
I am wearing it as I type this.